Daddario, sitting in the chair, was a bit nervous.
This really shouldn’t be.
It’s not the first ti after all.
"Don’t be nervous, bear with it, it’ll be over soon."
Zhou Mo Sen was right across from her, holding a syringe.
The girl listened and unhesitatingly took off her T-shirt.
Then she closed her eyes.
This action, in Zhou Mo Sen’s eyes,
seed quite amusing.
Being nervous doesn’t really matter; it’s a very short ti anyway.
Just bear with it, and it will be over.
More skilled than last ti, the pain was even shorter.
"Thank you."
She put on her T-shirt again, but like a bristling little puppy.
Daddario’s blushing face was extrely cute at that mont.
Zhou Mo Sen should have been expressionless, but at this mont, he couldn’t help but smile.
"I, I uh..." Actually, Daddario had sothing to say.
Zhou Mo Sen packed up the syringe, "What do you want to say?"
With this question, Daddario beca even more tongue-tied.
eting again after six days, it seed sothing had changed.
But Zhou Mo Sen didn’t think much of it.
Getting a shot, being nervous.
Isn’t that quite normal?
The injection treatnt just now, he was just being kind as a doctor.
Absolutely nothing else.
At this mont, the atmosphere between doctor and patient was indeed a bit strange.
Suddenly, Heidi and Celestine pushed the door open and ca in.
"Dr. Zhou, sothing’s wrong!"
"What happened?"
Zhou Mo Sen frowned, and Daddario swallowed back the words she wanted to say.
...
Outside the Monroe Clinic.
"It’s this clinic! That bastard doctor won’t prescribe dication!"
"I was having a back pain flare-up, just needed his help!"
"Just needed a prescription, it’s that simple!"
When Zhou Mo Sen and the two nurses stepped out, they saw several people.
And one of the big white guys was soone they knew.
The others... most crucially, there was a cara.
And soone holding a microphone, and another with a recording pen.
Could they be reporters?
The big white guy shouted loudly at the cara, pointing at the Monroe Clinic.
Of course, he was directly pointing at Zhou Mo Sen at that mont as well.
"It’s this bastard doctor! He made it so I couldn’t work for days!"
With that point and that curse,
Zhou Mo Sen certainly couldn’t stay silent, "What are you talking nonsense about? I didn’t prescribe you because you overdosed on painkillers, I was helping you."
What he said wasn’t wrong, but the reporter ca over imdiately.
Pushing the microphone into Zhou Mo Sen’s face, asked, "So, Dr. Zhou, are you admitting this patient once visited your clinic?"
As soon as Zhou Mo Sen heard this, he knew what kind of nonsense the reporter wanted.
"It’s true he visited, but prescribing should be based on..."
Just as he was saying this, the reporter pulled back the microphone.
The rest of Zhou Mo Sen’s "based on professional dical judgnt."
The voice was very low.
Then the reporter imdiately turned to the cara, and the caraman cooperated, giving the reporter a good close-up.
"This concludes the live report brought to you by reporter Linda Harris."
After she spoke, the caraman turned off the cara.
It seed they had gotten what they wanted.
What? It’s over?
Zhou Mo Sen cursed inwardly, journalism, oh journalism!
"Hey, hey, how can you do this? If you report recklessly, I’ll sue you!"
To Zhou Mo Sen’s surprise, the white drug user was getting riled up.
"I’ll sue you too!"
...
On the second floor of the Asian Supermarket, Oden Law Firm.
"Hahaha..."
"What are you laughing at?"
After Zhou Mo Sen recounted what had happened an hour earlier,
Oden, the bastard, had been laughing.
Zhou Mo Sen wanted to take the Lao Gan Ma jar on the table and smash it in the lawyer’s face.
"Hey, my friend, you handled it well."
Maybe sensing Zhou Mo Sen’s anger, Oden flattered him.
And truth be told, it really did ease Zhou Mo Sen’s anger quite a bit.
He truly hadn’t expected that white drug-using guy to co looking for him.
Even less expected that he would bring reporters.
After those bastards left, Zhou Mo Sen also closed the clinic.
The two nurses and a cleaner went off duty first.
And although Daddario hadn’t co out of the clinic at the ti, she had seen the entire farce.
The girl had a concerned look on her face.
Zhou Mo Sen gave her a smile.
"Don’t worry, your treatnt won’t be affected."
The girl’s expression was a bit strange but she still said,
"I believe you are a good doctor."
Hearing this, Zhou Mo Sen was indeed a little moved.
But now, he had to get things resolved.
So, after Daddario drove away, Zhou Mo Sen also drove to Oden’s place.
Just like before, Zhou hoped to get help from a lawyer.
Oden also guessed Zhou Mo Sen’s intention.
"Zhou, my friend, I’m glad you ca to ."
This way of speaking had sothing to it.
In China, it was a way to build closer relationships.
Zhou Mo Sen was a bit upset and shook his head, "You weren’t reluctant to take money before, though."
Oden wasn’t angry when he heard this, "I’m on your side. I won’t charge you for this consultation."
Damn! This bastard was indeed thinking about charging money just now.
Zhou Mo Sen knew it was ti to talk business.
"As long as you can settle this matter, you’ll get what you deserve."
Oden was waiting for this sentence, "I believe you, and as I said before..."
Before he could finish, Zhou Mo Sen said, "Spreading rumors, defaming my clinic, and this incident, I can confirm, it’s all done by Dr. Howard from the other clinic on G Street."
Oden found it strange hearing Zhou Mo Sen speak so confidently.
"How can you be so sure?"
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t want to ntion Alice’s matter, so he said, "Anyway, I’m certain, and about the reporter coming this ti, do you think that druggie could afford to hire a reporter?"
Oden agreed with this statent.
Just from Zhou Mo Sen’s description.
That white guy was at most an ordinary middle-class person, maybe even lower.
People like that wouldn’t interest reporters at all.
Just like the famous saying in journalism:
Dog bites man is not news, man bites dog is.
Applied to that white guy, he’d probably have to bite all the polished balls in San Diego.
For the reporters to show up.
Moreover, it’s apparent this matter was deliberately manipulated.
Dr. Howard, as an experienced doctor, whether from a financial standpoint or otherwise, is the most suitable candidate.
He wants to ruin my clinic!
Oden thought for a while, finally providing so constructive advice.
"Although, you can confirm it’s that guy, but where’s the evidence?"
Hearing this, Zhou Mo Sen raised an eyebrow, "You an, as long as I can get evidence, I can settle this matter?"
Oden was quite surprised to hear this, "Do you already have evidence?"
Zhou Mo Sen smiled a bit, "Not yet, but I have a way."
What exactly is the way?
Oden was extrely curious.
"If you can get the evidence, I’ll definitely sue him to bankruptcy!"
...
The next day, around ten.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t go to the clinic but went for a jog along the seaside instead.
He was wearing sportswear, with sunglasses covering nearly half his face, and a baseball cap.
In fact, after getting the information from Alice.
Zhou Mo Sen hadn’t been idle these days.
He had investigated a lot about that old guy Howard.
Like now.
A luxurious villa by the seaside road, the husband left ho for work.
While the wife waved goodbye at the door.
Until the husband got into the 911.
Zhou Mo Sen looked at the sea, waiting until the 911’s engine sound faded behind him.
Hmm, it’s ti to move.
...
Ding-dong~
Evelyn, as usual, was planning to go to the gym for a workout.
But unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.
Probably her husband forgot sothing.
Evelyn didn’t think much and went straight to open the door.
Ah?
In front of her was a tall Asian man, until he took off his sunglasses.
"Hello, Mrs. Howard."
Evelyn was startled, "You, why are you here?"
It was Zhou Mo Sen.
Evelyn was feeling guilty and tried to close the door.
But it was too late.
"Mrs. Howard, why are you so afraid of ?"
Zhou Mo Sen squeezed in, closing the door behind him.
He knew that at this mont, only this woman was in the house; Alice lived elsewhere, and she usually slept until the afternoon.
Evelyn had been retreating continuously, now suddenly beca assertive.
"Dr. Zhou, do you know the consequences of breaking and entering?"
Playing tough?
Zhou Mo Sen smiled and pulled out a photo from his pocket, showing a young girl.
This girl looked a lot like Evelyn, but the nose was noticeably different.
"Madam, you wouldn’t want your husband to know you’ve had plastic surgery, right?"
Indeed, Dr. Howard always boasted his wife was perfect, and had never had plastic surgery!
Seeing this photo, Evelyn was dumbfounded.
Zhou Mo Sen wasn’t planning to let her off, "Should I call you Eileen or Evelyn?"
Eileen is the Scottish transformation of Evelyn.
Upon hearing this, Evelyn completely collapsed.
"I beg you, don’t tell my husband, I’ll do anything you want."
With that, she knelt down and started to unbuckle Zhou Mo Sen’s pants.
"Hey, you, this... hey, hey... hiss~"
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