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Ti rewinds by 12 hours.

The beautiful amber-colored liquor, pours from the bottle.

Soon, it fills a small glass.

This aroma and color signify that this is a high-quality whiskey.

Jas Monkley looks at the liquor.

He tells himself silently.

Just this one glass.

There’s important business tomorrow.

After tomorrow, there will be more money.

Drinks like this can then be indulged in freely.

Ha~

After taking a sip, he can’t help but make this sound.

Truly good liquor!

The small glass is soon emptied.

But just as Monkley plans to leave the bar, suddenly soone pats his shoulder.

"Alone?"

"You are...?"

"I’m alone too."

"What?"

"How about having a drink together? It’s on !"

"...Really?"

Monkley doesn’t rember knowing this guy in front of him.

But the other party wants to buy him a drink!

How could he refuse?

"Bartender, two more of the sa!"

Moreover, this guy is quite generous.

Well... let’s drink.

The two quickly get into the swing of things.

Drinking and chatting.

Most n around the world can close the distance through drinks.

Only Jas Monkley doesn’t know.

At a nearby table.

There’s a lawyer nad Oden watching him.

Oden started his move right after Zhou Mo Sen left.

The man nad Jas Monkley, Oden conducted a simple investigation on.

Nearing 40 years old, divorced, no children.

But not a happy bachelor.

Instead, he’s a guy almost close to being a holess man.

Usually living day-to-day doing so odd jobs.

Oden drove near Monkley’s residence.

And then began waiting.

He wasn’t disappointed, after nightfall.

This guy showed up.

Typically, n in the United States usually drink.

Looking at Monkley, judging by his physique.

It’s almost certain he drinks quite a bit regularly too.

Oden isn’t a doctor, but he roughly knows so common sense.

When taking dication, try not to drink.

If mixing with Vicodin.

What might happen, Oden is not a doctor, and doesn’t know.

But, he wants to conduct an experint.

Oden glanced at his watch, it’s already around ten at night.

Tomorrow’s performance is in the morning.

Oden is certain that tomorrow Monkley will take Vicodin.

So, Oden randomly found soone.

He appears to be a fellow alcohol enthusiast.

"I want you to buy that guy a few drinks."

"What?"

"Of course, using my money."

"Oh, this... Who are you then?"

"I’m that guy’s friend, he’s recently divorced, you know, I can’t show up to persuade him, so..."

"OK!"

Understood, it’s probably you, this bastard, who snatched his wife.

Oden naturally doesn’t care what that person thinks, he just pulls out three large bills of 20 US Dollars each.

20-dollar bills are the large denomination bills in everyday life in the United States.

When the person sees them, he’s extrely happy.

Finally, tonight he can have a good drink!

...

Back at the courthouse door.

Attorney Oden watches Mr. Monkley on the ground.

A satisfied smile appears on his face.

Obviously, he is pleased with the results of the experint.

This plan hasn’t been communicated to Zhou Mo Sen yet.

But he believes Dr. Zhou will pay him a generous attorney fee.

Of course, the reason for not telling Dr. Zhou.

Is entirely because, Oden wasn’t sure Monkley would collapse so ’accurately’.

The aning of ’accurate’ is:

Look at the current situation!

Originally, they intended to make a spectacle, but now it’s changed.

Dr. Zhou Mosen has beco the protagonist of this show.

At this mont, outside the court, even those unrelated to the case are all watching Dr. Zhou Mosen.

Take a look at that cara.

It’s fantastic!

I, Oden, have already set the stage for you.

Next, it’s going to be all about your performance, Dr. Zhou!

Zhou Mo Sen certainly understood Oden’s aning imdiately.

This truly is a superb stage.

The most important thing is, this was originally their show floor.

Now it’s mine!

Refreshing!

Thus, Zhou Mo Sen began his performance.

He directly proposed the diagnosis of ’myocardial infarction.’

It was really very bold.

Moreover, it truly had a performative nature.

Under normal circumstances, we doctors wouldn’t conclude like that.

What’s more, Zhou Mo Sen is not a cardiologist.

But the effect was great!

Look at the expressions of the people present here now.

Basically, if not full of admiration, they were completely convinced.

Sotis it’s like this, the more exaggerated it is, the more people believe it.

But, there is one exception.

Linda Harris, as a reporter for KGTV.

She currently does not trust this Zhou Mo Sen’s diagnosis.

"Dr. Zhou, on what basis are you making such a judgnt? What makes you think Mr. Monkley is having a myocardial infarction?"

That question was sowhat impolite.

Others were also drawn to this journalist.

And Zhou Mo Sen simply smiled.

He ca to Monkley’s side and squatted down.

He grabbed one of this guy’s hands.

Jas Monkley was not yet unconscious, but his breathing was very strange.

It gave the impression that he was about to die.

"What are you doing?" Linda questioned again.

Zhou Mo Sen’s fingers found Monkley’s pulse.

Then he said, "Have you called an ambulance?"

Linda replied, "Yes."

"Then please tell them the patient is having a myocardial infarction..."

"You, how can you..."

Yes, why is this Dr. Zhou so confident?

And what upset Linda the most.

This doctor did not answer her question at all.

"You should clarify with ergency services first, it saves ti and is crucial for the patient."

This... no choice but to follow his advice.

Then, Zhou Mo Sen pointed to the patient on the ground and said, "Linda, do you see his earlobe?"

Earlobe?

Isn’t it a heart disease?

Isn’t it a myocardial infarction?

"Why look here?!"

Clearly, reporter Linda was already angry.

But Zhou Mo Sen said seriously, "Don’t you see there’s a crease on his earlobe?"

Crease?

Linda looked carefully and sure enough, there was a crease.

Very deep, like a groove.

And with Zhou Mo Sen’s remark, others also noticed.

Generally, when we sleep, our earlobes might also crease.

So, people usually don’t pay much attention.

But Zhou Mo Sen continued, "I’m not a plastic surgeon, but I have diligently studied a lot of dical knowledge.

Earlobe crease might be a sign of coronary artery disease.

This point was specifically written about by a cardiac surgeon in a 1974 issue of the New England Journal of dicine."

With Zhou Mo Sen’s explanation, everyone was shocked.

To make a correct diagnosis from such a small physical manifestation?

This is a miracle doctor!

Even Linda’s gaze at Zhou Mo Sen changed.

In fact, an earlobe crease cannot be used as a diagnostic basis for coronary artery disease or myocardial infarction caused by coronary artery disease.

However, there is indeed so correlation.

That is, the presence of an earlobe crease doesn’t necessarily indicate coronary artery disease.

But if one has coronary artery disease, it’s quite likely there’s an earlobe crease.

Because microcirculation has a problem.

Furthermore, the New England Journal of dicine is not sothing Zhou Mo Sen fabricated.

This journal holds great weight in the Arican dical community.

The article about earlobe creases and coronary artery disease was indeed in a 1974 issue, but didn’t rember the doctor’s na.

Zhou Mo Sen heard about this when chatting with a cardiologist friend.

Judging heart disease by earlobe is indeed very special.

So he rembered it.

Besides, there’s another symptom.

Back pain.

This might be caused by coronary artery disease.

Plus, considering Monkley’s physique...

If you say he’s strong, he’s actually just fat.

Rember what Zhou Mo Sen said the first ti he saw Monkley?

You should go have your heart checked.

That’s right, he had already seen it back then.

And he gave a very honest dical suggestion.

But, Monkley probably wouldn’t listen.

You should know, the gold standard for coronary artery disease is a ’coronary angiography.’

This test costs 5000 in our country and is even more expensive in the United States.

But you cannot bla Zhou Mo Sen for this price, being able to say that at the ti was already quite conscientious.

However, if you have back pain and earlobe creases.

Don’t save the 5000, quickly go for a check.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived.

Monkley’s current state, although not unconscious, couldn’t refuse getting on the ambulance.

Moreover!

"Can we go too?"

Linda noticed there was space on the ambulance, so she made this request.

The doctor looked and... it was hard to refuse a beautiful reporter’s request.

"Co on up."

And so, Linda, along with the caraman, followed to the hospital.

Myocardial infarction can be seen on an electrocardiogram.

When the doctor confird this result, Linda was extrely surprised!

However, she reacted quickly.

She asked the caraman, "Did you capture it?"

The caraman gave an OK sign.

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