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In the evening, at the An family's residence in the Police Family Compound, I was treated like a VIP. Sister An personally opened the door for me, handed me my slippers, and playfully scolded me, "Why did you buy so many things just to come over? What do you want to eat? Sister-in-law will cook for you, and Old An will keep you company for a few drinks!"
Her enthusiasm was palpable, with every sentence punctuated by an exclamation mark, making me feel a bit shy.
Her friend, who needed tickets, was waiting eagerly at her house. When she saw me pull out two tickets, her anxious expression relaxed: "Thank you so much! Thank you! These tickets are so hard to get; I can't just take them for free! You have to accept this money!" She said as she tore off a wad of cash and handed it to me.
I refused, saying, "These tickets were given to me by a friend; it wouldn't be right to sell them! Besides, since they are friends of Sister An and Sister-in-law, it's like family to me. Talking about money feels pointless..."
Sister An seemed particularly pleased to hear that.
Seeing my insistence on not accepting the money, her friend expressed her gratitude towards Sister An: "Sis, I'm heading out now. By the way, I'll whisper sweet nothings to my husband later and make sure he gets your position switched! If he dares not listen, I won't let him sleep in our bed..."
Sister An's friend’s husband was the director of their hospital. For nurses to switch positions, there was only one option: head nurse.
After Sister-in-law's friend left, I learned that Sister An had been a nurse at the City People's Hospital for over ten years. When she was younger, working night shifts didn't seem like much of an issue. But as she got older, the last night shift felt exhausting, and having children at home added to the challenge.
However, moving from nurse to head nurse had limited opportunities; there were too many applicants and too few positions. Moreover, among the nurses were hidden talents—no one knew who had connections with city officials or influential relatives.
Thus, for an ordinary nurse to become a head nurse was as difficult as winning the lottery.
Sister An and her husband never expected that my two concert tickets would yield such a significant return; they were absolutely thrilled. The head nurse position meant administrative hours and a substantial pay increase.
Brother Qin also arrived, and we sat down for dinner. Sister An had arranged everything for us and settled the kids but still didn’t join us at the table. When we insisted she sit down, she replied, "Today I want to ensure everything goes smoothly for you!"
Her earnestness was touching and made Sister An quite proud.
Sister An teased her: "Stop pretending! You bully me at home just like you do with your grandson. Now that two brothers are here, you're putting on an act."
Once seated at the table, Sister An began to gossip about me: "Xiao Lin Brothers, how did you meet Sister Liu? How close are you?"
I recounted how I treated Sister Liu's asthma. Sister An complimented me: "So you saved her life!"
Brother Qin chimed in: "Sister-in-law, remember my mom's illness? Xiao Lin Brothers treated her too!"
Sister An looked incredulous: "Really? Is my little brother really that amazing?"
Brother Qin pulled out his phone like a comedian’s sidekick and showed Sister An a video of his mother doing housework: "This was filmed last week; not only can she bend down to work but she can also stand up straight..."
Sister An replied, "Now I really understand why Sister Liu has such a good relationship with you!" After expressing her feelings, she made another request: "Brother, could you get Sister-in-law to ask for Sister Liu's signature for me?"
I thought this was no problem and readily agreed, but then I reconsidered and said, "Sister-in-law, how about we skip the signature? I'm going to the performance that day too; I can take you to get a photo with her instead."
Sister An was so happy she didn't know what to say. "Really? Can I take a picture with her?"
I didn't think it was a big deal.
After dinner, Mr. Zhao called Brother Qin, who had to leave early due to some business. An Ge took me to his study.
"Let me tell you about that girl," An Ge said as he poured me a cup of tea and sat down.
I recalled the beautiful girl who had suffered three fractures in a horrific car accident and remembered how she appeared in my dreams, her voice ethereal: "Big brother, I was harmed by someone; you have to seek justice for me!" In my hazy vision, a figure emerged—her hair elegantly styled up, dressed in a luxurious pink gown.
An Ge's next words sent a chill down my spine: "That girl was harmed by someone, and you wouldn't believe who did it!"
Seeing that I was listening intently, An Ge pulled out a USB drive from his drawer. "The case is closed now; there's no risk of leaking information. The girl left many recordings and photos on the old phone her father gave her. I can't show you the photos as they involve personal privacy, but here are the recordings; you can listen to them."
He sighed again. "I've been a police officer for over ten years, and this is the first time I've encountered something like this!"
That night, I connected the USB drive to my phone, put on my headphones, and opened the audio files. The girl's voice was clear but tinged with an undeniable sadness: "Dad, I might not have much time left! There are many things I need to tell you now; I hope you can handle the harsh truth..."
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