I wore a hat pretending to be a pregnant woman and took the specialist appointment with Dr. Li, who was An An's attending physician back then.

After diagnosing several patients, Dr. Li looked tired as he routinely inquired about my condition.

"Dr. Li, do you remember Lin An An? She was a pregnant woman who had a miscarriage here last June."

Dr. Li paused for a moment and suddenly looked up, his expression mixed with anger and fear.

"What do you Lin family members still want? Didn't the hospital already compensate you for the commotion back then?"

I quickly reassured him in a soft voice, explaining my relationship with the Lin family.

Only then did Dr. Li relax.

"So, what do you want to ask now?"

"Dr. Li, I want to know about An An's situation back then."

"I can't disclose that, it's a matter of patient privacy. Please leave."

Saying this, Dr. Li stood up and opened the door to see me out.

"Next one!"

I hurriedly closed the door: "Dr. Li, An An passed away a month ago!"

Dr. Li was shocked by my words and was momentarily motionless.

I seized the opportunity: "When An An died, there were signs of being beaten on her body. Everyone keeps telling me she committed suicide; I just want to know the truth."

"There is a Blue Jazz Café on a street near the hospital, Dr. Li, I will be waiting for you there."

After saying this, I turned and left.

I needed to give Dr. Li some time to think.