"I'll go check it right now!"
Yue Sijing stood up.
"No need, I've already checked."
Lin Yi propped his head up with one hand and said:
"That scrap disposal plant called Xiu Dongming handles medical waste. Their main client is Jiangnan Jinsan Hospital, which belongs to Jinshan Group. You get what I mean?"
Yue Sijing was a smart woman. He'd spelled it out this clearly—if she still didn't get it, she'd be an idiot.
"I get it. All the trash at Xiu Dongming Scrap Disposal Plant comes from here. Those two people who got infected with HIV are very likely victims of improper medical waste disposal."
"Exactly. But all that is just what's on the surface." Lin Yi said lazily:
"Besides that, Jinshan Group also owns a biological lab called Wuzhe Mountain. The medical waste from there is handled by the same plant."
Yue Sijing's expression turned particularly serious as she thought it through:
"You're saying those two HIV carriers might be connected to Wuzhe Mountain Laboratory as well?"
