Song Wencheng, male, thirty-six years old. Chief surgeon at Capital City Medical University.
While we're at it, let's mention another person, Dr. Song of Yanhuang Soul, who is his uncle.
The Song family has been practicing medicine for generations, and this is becoming even more remarkable in the younger generation.
Of course, at this moment, Xiaofan couldn't possibly know that Song Wencheng is the nephew of Dr. Song of Yanhuang Soul.
It's like treating a dead horse as if it were alive, just seeking help from the other side.
Just the night before last, at half past ten, he finished his last surgery at the hospital, dragged his exhausted body home, and before he could take out his keys to unlock the door, he was kidnapped.
Then, at three o'clock in the morning, a patient in the hospital needed emergency surgery, but they couldn't reach him by phone and couldn't find him. It wasn't until exactly ten in the morning that his family reported his disappearance to the police station.
