The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 350: Quibbling

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Quibbling

Yang Yu arrived at the airport, ready to go through security when a woman stopped him, "Yang Yu, give me a few minutes, let’s talk."

The woman who stopped Yang Yu was none other than one of the FCI’s chief detectives—Cassidy.

Seeing the woman’s haggard face and bloodshot eyes, Yang Yu was very curious, "Detective Cassidy, have you not slept for a day and a night?"

"Yes," Cassidy nodded, "As soon as I close my eyes, I immediately think of my dead subordinates, and I can’t sleep at all."

Yang Yu smiled, "I can write you a prescription for some calming medicine, drink it once and you’ll see immediate results..."

"I didn’t come to you for a prescription," Cassidy said, "I did as you told me and sent the slayer’s body to the National Research Institute for those scientists in the medical field to study, and guess what?"

"Either the body is gone or the scientists are gone," Yang Yu spread his hands, "Without a doubt."

"Yes," Cassidy nodded again, "The body is gone, and the scientist I entrusted is also gone, died miserably; I won’t say more about that."

"So?" Yang Yu sneered, "I’ll just tell you Kesdel Company did it, believe it or not, that is my only answer."

"I believe you," Cassidy’s attitude suddenly underwent a huge transformation, "but I have no evidence, can’t prosecute them by law; can you tell me where I can find evidence?"

"Kesdel’s foreign companies and partners," Yang Yu said, "Last time, I destroyed one in Japan, and I believe there must be more in other countries, especially in regions where official power isn’t too strong."

"Okay, thank you," Cassidy thanked Yang Yu, "If ever you need me in the future, just ask."

Cassidy left Yang Yu with her phone number and turned to leave, and Yang Yu curiously asked, "Tell me, was not Kesdel Company your shining paragon of virtue? Why are you now willing to believe me all of a sudden?"

"I secretly hid a micro tracker on the body; the signal disappeared precisely at Kesdel Company." With those words, Cassidy decisively walked away.

Yang Yu understood, the death of her subordinates forced this stubborn female detective to face reality.

If she could not avenge the death of her subordinates, she would never rest easy for the rest of her life.

"Although this woman has a difficult temperament, she’s still a person of integrity. Helping her out could be very useful in the future," Yang Yu smiled, casually inputting the prescription into a text message on his phone and sending it off.

Last night, when he saw Cassidy was full of a murderous aura, Yang Yu knew she would undoubtedly die if he didn’t intervene.

He felt he would inevitably confront Kesdel Company sooner or later, so having a piece on the board in M Country that could work for him seemed good; thus, he saved Cassidy.

Sure enough, today she initiated contact with him.

Next, it was up to her in M Country.

"Thank you." Yang Yu quickly received a reply from Cassidy; the two officially established a comrades-in-arms relationship.

Yang Yu boarded the plane and left M Country.

Looking down at the beautiful lights of New York City below, Yang Yu murmured to himself, "I should be back here soon..."

More than ten hours later, Yang Yu got off the plane to find several messages from Zhang Wenjing on his phone.

"Yang Yu, our alma mater is having its 60th anniversary this weekend, and Teacher Yu wants us to pool some money to give the school a celebration gift."

"This was supposed to be handled by our class monitor, Su Yihan, but I heard he and Zhang Xiaohui got their legs broken, and no one can contact him, so the task has fallen on me."

"You’re the most successful one from our class, think of a good celebration gift."

"The 60th anniversary of our alma mater?" Yang Yu thought for a moment and casually replied, "Well, I don’t know what to give. You ask our classmates and Teacher Yu what they think; as long as it’s a matter of money, tell them not to worry, I’ll handle it."

Zhang Wenjing immediately replied, "Okay, the big financier is you, hehe!"

With Yang Yu’s words, Zhang Wenjing gained confidence and started arranging in the class group, "Everyone, this weekend is the 60th anniversary of our alma mater, Yanghe First Middle School. Let’s think about what kind of gift to present. Most of our classmates are still college students, not yet working, so don’t worry about the financial side; I’ll find a way, just give your ideas."

Zhang Wenjing didn’t mention Yang Yu was paying. If she had said that from the start, everyone would think Yang Yu was flaunting his wealth.

These days, even if you want to donate money for a good cause, you have to consider others’ feelings, or else some people’s fragile egos are easily shattered.

"How about we donate a set of books to the school library? I think that would be meaningful."

"That’s a good idea, but I heard our school’s library is already too full to accept more books donated by alumni; donating books would be a waste."

"Then let’s think again, it’s tough! We’re embarrassed to give something cheap, but we can’t afford anything expensive."

"Why don’t we just donate money? I’ll save up for the next half year, and donate a thousand to our alma mater."

"That works, donating money is the easy solution, I’ll donate eight hundred."

"I’ll donate six hundred."

Teacher Yu also joined the group and sent a message, "Wen Jing, you handle the collection; when the time comes, you can represent us at the anniversary."

"Okay, Teacher Yu," Zhang Wenjing promptly posted her payment code in the group, "Classmates, please note down your names, so I can register them."

Zhang Wenjing began collecting the funds when suddenly someone asked, "What about our class’ big shot, Yang Yu? How much has he donated?"

The person who asked the question was Tang Jiaming, someone always sarcastic and petty, who used to have no friends in class—it was the class monitor Su Yihan who added him to the group.

Although Zhang Wenjing was displeased, she still answered seriously, "How much each person donates is entirely voluntary, how much Yang Yu wants to donate doesn’t need to be shared with everyone. In the end, it will all be donated in the name of our class, so what does it matter how much any single classmate donates?"

"It matters, it matters a lot," Tang Jiaming sent a serious message, "Since it’s a class donation, I suggest we set a standard; everyone should give the same. I won’t take advantage of you, and neither should you take advantage of me."

Zhang Wenjing was almost angered to death by him, she didn’t know how to retort and couldn’t find the words for a long time.

Yang Yu, on his way home in the car, saw the message and couldn’t help but reply, "How about this, Tang Jiaming, whatever you donate, I’ll donate twice that amount, how about I let you take advantage of me, is that okay?"

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