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Chapter 232: Information from the Dark Web

The next morning, maybe it was because of his sleeping posture or because his collarbone was really injured, but when he stretched early in the morning, Liao Fan almost passed out from the pain.

Mao Youyou also had the same problem.

If Liao Fan's clavicle injury is considered an external injury, then Mao Youyou's injury is an internal injury.

After being kicked by Liao Fan last night, the pain had gradually subsided, but the next morning, my body inexplicably started to have a fever.

There was no other way, so Liao Fan had to ask Wilson to prepare a car and take them to a private hospital early.

This whole ordeal took the entire morning.

Although private hospitals are more meticulous in their services than public hospitals in the inland, you can't help but feel that they will try every possible way to get you to get checked.

In addition, Mao Youyou had an inexplicable low fever, which should have been resolved by at least taking an X-ray. However, after the doctor heard Wilson's description of the scene, he forced Liao Fan to take an MRI.

Mao Youyou was even dragged through all possible examinations on her body.

From small things like blood tests to big things like CT scans and ultrasounds, if Liao Fan hadn't gotten so impatient, the unlucky doctor would have wanted to put a speculum on Mao Youyou.

However, just when Liao Fan thought that Mao Youyou just caught a cold last night, he heard the doctor say that she was bleeding internally.

Now not only Mao Youyou was a little confused, but even Liao Fan was panicked.

Could it be that the kick I gave last night directly damaged Mao Youyou's internal organs and caused internal bleeding?

Fortunately, after diagnosis, it was found that there was only some internal bleeding in the intestines and a minor infection.

Since it was discovered in time and intravenous drip was given early, there was basically no major problem.

But if it takes too long...

"If you wait for two days, I think the disease will heal on its own."

Liao Fan rolled his eyes at the doctor who just walked out of the door and muttered softly. Mao Youyou obviously heard what Liao Fan said and was so angry that she reached out to pinch Liao Fan's arm.

"Liao Fan, are you still human? What do you mean it will be fine in two days? Why don't you say you didn't use enough force?"

"That's right. Have you forgotten the last time you were in the mountains of Burma, with a huge gash on your stomach and a bullet lodged in your shoulder, yet you still managed to survive until you met me?

What's more, this time it's just a little intestinal bleeding. Do you think it can kill you?

I think the hospital is just scamming people. You don’t know that just this set of tests and medications cost me a full 5 yuan!”

Mao Youyou, who had originally had a somewhat resentful expression on her face, was stunned for a moment after hearing what Liao Fan said. Then she looked at Liao Fan in surprise and asked, "How much? 50,000? Is this robbery? I took my dad to the hospital for a physical examination before, and even including the hospital stay, it didn't cost more than 2,000."

Glancing at Mao Youyou as if he were looking at someone with intellectual disabilities, Liao Fan muttered, "Tsk, what do you think? Putting aside the fact that your father has medical insurance, even if he didn't, the medical threshold in mainland China is lower than these private hospitals.

If you wonder why foreign banks have such a business as medical loans?

Seeing that Mao Youyou was fooled by him, Liao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, found an intersection and went to the smoking room, lit a cigarette, and recalled what the doctor said at the beginning with fear.

In fact, it cannot be said that the doctor was completely misleading. Mao Youyou did indeed only have intestinal capillary bleeding, not rupture.

But the bleeding area is quite large. If you don't seek medical treatment in time, although there is no danger to life, it will cause serious damage to the intestinal system.

The reason why he deceived Mao Youyou just now was that he was actually a little guilty.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out how to explain his actions yesterday, even if he found an excuse to get away with it.

Just as Liao Fan was leaning against the wall, stroking his left shoulder with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other, thinking about what was going on with him, a series of messages suddenly came from his mobile phone.

He opened it and saw it was a message from Yang Xue. The content basically said that Liao Fan had commissioned an intelligence dealer on the dark web to investigate Tang Guoxing and the drug dealers and there was some information available.

In addition to these, Yang Xue also intercepted the other party's reply email and sent it to Liao Fan.

After clicking on it and confirming that it was the person Liao Fan wanted to investigate, he replied to Yang Xue, asking her to pay the balance according to the other party's requirements, and then send all the information to his private email address.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, just as Liao Fan was about to light his third cigarette, his phone lit up again.

This time it was no longer a WeChat message, but an email.

I logged into my mailbox and opened the email, only to see two PDF documents in it, nothing else.

After opening one of the documents, Liao Fan discovered that the content contained information about a big drug dealer named Kunka.

This man named Kun Ka controls a huge drug-making base. In addition, he has great influence in Yangon and a puppet force in the Golden Triangle region that helps him sell contraband.

In addition to the name of this leader, there are many other names in the document, some of which are accompanied by a photo. Judging from the suffixes of their positions, they should be Kunka's subordinates.

However, Liao Fan suddenly saw a familiar face. Then he looked at the name, "Matthews Dawn"? Kunka's former treasurer.

Sounds a little familiar, but not much.

After thinking about it, Liao Fan finally remembered, wasn't this the accountant he met in the enemy camp when he went to rescue people last time?

So, that camp at that time belonged to the drug dealer named Kunka?

No wonder, such a large base cannot be supported by just any Tom, Dick or Harry.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan suddenly remembered what Mao Youyou told him yesterday.

It's the thing that 749 wants his help with.

After stubbing out the cigarette in his hand, Liao Fan hurried back to the emergency room, plopped down next to Mao Youyou, and asked, "Youyou, wake up! Don't sleep any more. There's no need to sleep for long when you're still alive. Let me ask you, was the Burmese drug dealer you mentioned last night Kun Ka?"

Mao Youyou, who had been tormented by abdominal pain and low fever all night, was just feeling sleepy. Before she could fall asleep soundly, she was suddenly woken up by Liao Fan. All of a sudden, Mao Youyou almost had a stress attack.

Fortunately, after seeing Liao Fan's face, he retracted his left hand that was about to swing out and asked unhappily, "What is Makabaka? I don't know."

"Hey, stop it, let's get down to business. That thing you told me about last night, the one about 749?"

Mao Youyou finally woke up after hearing 749. After confirming the name with Liao Fan, she nodded and said, "Yes, it's Kun Ka. What's wrong?"

After confirming that it was Kun Ka, Liao Fan did not continue to talk to Mao Youyou. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, closed Kun Ka's information, and opened Tang Guoxing's information.