Summary
I’m a local express courier.
That morning, I accepted a medicine delivery. The instructions were unusually detailed:
“She’s elderly and has trouble walking. Please go inside, put the medicine beside her bed, pour her half a glass of warm water, and send me a photo.”
Then the customer messaged me privately.
“The door code is 6208.”
“An extra three hundred yuan for your trouble.”
My finger had barely touched the reply box when several lines of text drifted across my vision.
[Don’t go in.]
[The old woman inside died last night.]
[That bottle isn’t her prescribed medicine. Touch it and take that photo, and you’ll be the last person who gave her medication.]
[He’s waiting for a scapegoat, not a delivery.]
I stared at my screen, cold sweat prickling the back of my neck.
Citing the platform’s rules, I refused to enter.
“Platform rules prohibit couriers from entering a home without proper authorization or administering medication. Please contact another family member, or I can contact property management and emergency medical services for you.”