The next day.
Driving to the clinic, Zhou Mo Sen was still thinking about yesterday’s events.
Overall, the harvest was indeed significant.
Evelyn, that beautiful lady, was indeed quite wild.
Ahem, that’s not the point.
The point is figuring out Howard’s motive.
This old guy turned out to be short on money too.
In fact, Monroe’s death might also be related to Howard.
Of course, Zhou Mo Sen doesn’t have any evidence right now.
But as he thought it over, Zhou Mo Sen kept coming back to that "association."
American Health Management Association.
The name of this association sounds very high-end, directly linked to the United States.
But in reality, it’s a private association.
Never underestimate this association.
The head of this association is a friend of a former Grand Commander of the United States.
That’s the one naturally endowed with the sacred body of zipper freedom.
Why does Zhou Mo Sen care so much about this association?
It has to do with the girl Alice who wants to become a Vampire.
Do you remember what she drank?
Blood.
But the problem is, how did she get the blood?
It was even a blood pack.
Ordinary people can’t easily get one.
Now seeing that piece, the answer is clear.
Because Howard is a member of the American Health Management Association.
So getting a blood pack is much easier.
The most important business of this health management association is related to blood.
There is no unpaid blood donation in the United States.
And what we Chinese can’t imagine more is that the blood collection centers in the United States are all private companies.
Even more unimaginable, not only American companies, but also those in the United Kingdom, Spain, Australia...
So, it’s a business.
A big one, and international.
And whether a person can sell blood has to be assessed by the health management association.
Zhou Mo Sen can’t help but think about these things.
But right now, it seems useless to think about them.
He should still focus on his own matters first.
And have Evelyn find evidence.
There should be some discovery...
As he thought about it, he had already entered the hospital.
"Dr. Zhou, there’s a letter for you."
"Oh."
Receiving the letter from Heidi, Zhou Mo Sen immediately frowned.
It’s a court summons.
F*ck!
That junkie really sued me!
...
Asian Supermarket, Oden’s Law Firm.
"Zhou, wasn’t it fine when you wrote the prescription?"
"You can’t say that, the guy already has obvious addiction symptoms, according to the Hippocratic Oath..."
"Stop. No need to mention any crap oath, I know you’re right."
"So what do we do now?"
"Regarding the lawsuit... I’m absolutely confident."
"Really?"
"Since you, as a doctor, believe your judgment is fine, then it must be fine."
Gotta admit, what Oden says makes sense.
Having encountered a legal problem, of course, Zhou Mo Sen should come to Oden.
But Oden’s statement clearly had other implications.
Zhou Mo Sen immediately thought, "Are you saying there will be reporters?"
This possibility is very high!
Oden also nodded.
"This lawsuit we will definitely win, the judge will surely believe a professional doctor’s judgment, so why would the other side still sue us?"
Show off!
It’s the only possible explanation.
That old guy Howard, initially wanted to tarnish my clinic’s reputation.
This is a matter of public opinion.
Winning or losing the lawsuit doesn’t directly relate.
Zhou Mo Sen and Oden should guard against this move.
"What to do then? Can reporters enter the courtroom?"
"Hey hey, Zhou. Don’t overthink it, a case like this doesn’t even need a trial."
Courts in the United States are busy to death every day.
Too many cases, if every one required a jury and a proper trial.
The judges and lawyers would be exhausted to death.
A huge number of cases are settled out of court, with judges acting as mediators.
When the lawyers meet, it’s essentially a negotiation.
It might not seem so lawful, but this is the reality in the United States.
Even operating like this, there are still too many cases to handle, simply too many.
Now, regarding the case against Zhou Mo Sen.
It’s almost certain, the other side just wants to put on a show.
Our approach is...
"Zhou, you don’t say a word."
That’s it?
...
The next day.
Outside the courthouse, indeed a few reporters showed up.
But there was still only one camera, and Linda Harris was there too.
In terms of lineup, it was about the same as last time.
There weren’t actually many reporters, but for this case, it was enough.
"Today I must seek justice for myself!"
The junkie spoke to the camera, he was very excited.
And it was midsummer now.
He quickly started sweating a lot, and the fabric under his armpits was all wet.
At this time, Zhou Mo Sen and Oden arrived.
"Dr. Zhou."
"Dr. Zhou!"
"Do you have anything to say?"
The reporters weren’t many, but they were aggressive.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t say a word, while Oden said one thing.
"We trust the American law!"
That was enough.
And they directly entered the courthouse.
Anyway, once inside they wouldn’t need to worry about the reporters outside.
U.S. courtrooms are generally not broadcast live, except for that Simpson’s Wife Murder Case.
That case really had too much impact.
But there would be court sketches.
That means someone would specifically draw a moment from the courtroom.
But our case... doesn’t need a trial at all.
The judge in his office met both the plaintiff and the defendant along with their lawyers.
Very quickly, the case details became clear.
"I think this case shouldn’t even exist! Our legal resources are being wasted!"
The judge said this very angrily.
Not wrong, this case was really unnecessary.
As a doctor, Zhou Mo Sen had the right not to prescribe to someone.
Just like how American hospitals deal with medical troublemakers, they’re directly put on a blacklist.
You, as a patient, we will not treat you.
So, adhering to the principle of not wasting legal resources.
The judge directly dismissed the plaintiff’s claims.
The plaintiff, this big white guy, his name is:
James Monkley.
And after losing the lawsuit, he made a face at Zhou Mo Sen.
This guy, sweating all over his face.
Seemed very excited, and... could he have taken Vicodin before coming?
Maybe even a dozen pills in one go.
Or even dozens?
Zhou Mo Sen doesn’t know how much the other side took, but anyway, now the result is out.
Though he felt a bit sickened, he also felt the issue was resolved.
Of course, everyone knew in their hearts.
The key to this lawsuit was "showing off."
James, this guy, would surely take action after leaving the courthouse.
They were a group of four, James and his companions seemed to be closely trailing Zhou Mo Sen and Oden.
No choice, anyway, they had to leave the courthouse sooner or later.
Finally, they saw the California sunshine again.
James, very excitedly, strode over to the reporters.
But suddenly... the guy clutched his chest in pain and collapsed!
"What happened?"
"What’s wrong?"
"Is he dying?"
Naturally, everyone immediately surrounded the guy, but with so many speaking at once, they couldn’t make sense of it.
Zhou Mo Sen and Oden exchanged a glance.
This was unexpected, but it was an opportunity!
They quickly moved through the crowd.
"Everyone back off! He needs oxygen!"
The shout had some effect, and the onlookers stepped back a bit.
There was a reporter on the scene.
Especially Linda.
"Dr. Zhou, do you know what’s wrong with him?"
Clinical doctor Zhou Mo Sen furrowed his brow, but he spoke very seriously to the camera:
"As a doctor, I previously diagnosed James Monkley."
"Now his situation is clear and critical. I believe, if I’m not mistaken, he very likely has coronary heart disease! It might even have caused a heart attack!"
Everyone was shocked.
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