Lock the cabinet again, there’s no problem putting these medical records here.
These things hold no value in others’ eyes.
And the key, it’s actually Zhou Mo Sen’s own, he originally shared it with Monroe.
Now it’s just a confirmation.
The value of this cabinet full of medical records far exceeds the 700,000+ US Dollars in the bag.
As for... he also found a safe.
Try Monroe’s birthday.
When the safe was opened, Zhou Mo Sen just chuckled.
It’s not surprising, most people actually use their birthday or some simple numbers as passwords.
Inside was just a small black notebook.
But Zhou Mo Sen carefully flipped through it.
With this look... the corner of his mouth lifted even higher.
San Diego is not far from Los Angeles.
Which means it’s not far from Hollywood.
The United States is also called the Beautiful Country, although the streets are filled with shockingly obese people, the people here indeed love beauty.
The notebook contained many patients’ cases, some people didn’t want others to know they had plastic surgery.
Some were before the compulsory psychological screening.
The records in the notebook are very simple, or just two names, sometimes only initials.
But there’s an equal sign between these two names.
Don’t you get it?
Someone is using a fake name.
Or big stars actually use stage names.
And their medical records are probably in that cabinet.
There are so many medical records in the cabinet, Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t have gone through them all before.
But now, with this notebook, he can further delve into the gold mine in the medical record cabinet.
There’s no rush now.
Zhou Mo Sen packed the notebook and money, then tidied his clothes a bit.
Locked The Office and left the clinic.
Today’s harvest wasn’t small!
Approached his car.
This Toyota now seemed more unappealing by the minute.
Threw the briefcase inside the car, then just as he was about to get in, suddenly, someone appeared.
"Hey! Dr. Zhou, how are you?"
"Oh, hello, Dr. Howard."
The person was a well-groomed little white old man, saying little because this guy was short, probably under 1.7 meters.
And saying well-groomed because, whether it was the hair or the face, you could clearly tell it had been carefully styled.
But even so, it couldn’t hide his aging.
The original owner’s memory told Zhou Mo Sen that this meticulously groomed little white old man was named Les Howard, actually not that old, just in his fifties.
He was also a plastic surgeon and had a clinic named after his surname.
Located not far from Monroe Clinic, at the end of G Street.
Monroe Clinic and Howard Clinic occupied the two ends of G Street, facing each other from a distance.
So, the original owner also knew this little old man.
Peers, considered competitors as well.
But this is the United States, the place with the most plastic surgeons in the world, so it’s not unusual.
Zhou Mo Sen also saw a hound coming out from behind Dr. Howard.
"Dr. Howard, walking the dog so late?"
It was actually just early evening now, but you know, if it truly got dark, it’s best to stay at home.
Howard laughed heartily, "Dr. Zhou, my Steve is quite the restless one, can’t not take him out for a walk."
Is naming a dog Steve...?
Never mind, Monroe has already passed with a smile.
"Well, enjoy your dog walk." Zhou Mo Sen said, clearly intending to leave immediately.
He didn’t want to let this old guy Howard notice anything.
But this old guy Howard wasn’t planning to let him off easily.
"Dr. Zhou, do you remember the thing I talked to you about before?"
"Oh, that."
Zhou Mo Sen was taken aback, how could he remember?
"I said, our Howard Clinic will always welcome Dr. Zhou."
"Hmm... thank you, Dr. Howard, but Monroe Clinic still needs me."
"Need? You?"
This old guy Howard smiled and pointed at Monroe Clinic, as if he had heard some absurd joke.
Right, he didn’t know that Zhou Mo Sen had ’taken’ over this clinic.
Then just announce it to him.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Monroe Clinic will be reopening soon, and I will be the owner of this clinic."
At these words, Dr. Howard’s face changed, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"Is this, this true?"
"Of course."
Zhou Mo Sen emphasized.
I must say, previously, Dr. Howard’s attitude towards American Zhou Mo Sen was quite nice.
He had actively sought out Zhou Mo Sen many times, hoping he would work at his clinic.
He also made a lot of guarantees, high salaries, various benefits...
Very enticing.
But no matter how, it couldn’t compare to owning his own clinic.
Just then, Dr. Howard’s disappointment hadn’t dissipated yet.
"Darling, what are you discussing with Dr. Zhou?"
A woman in a Chanel tweed suit skirt walked over.
She was in her thirties, her hair a golden waterfall, her pretty face bore a high nose bridge, lush lips, and most strikingly, her big eyes.
Profound, bright, captivating.
About 1.7 meters, slender legs, curves in all the right places.
Also, her skin was visibly delicate.
Most European and American women have rough skin, clearly, she was one to often do skincare treatments.
So she was the wife of a plastic surgeon... proximity to the water?
Maybe not necessarily.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t know this woman, yet he could assure she was Dr. Howard’s wife.
This definitely thanks to the original owner’s memory.
Except, the original owner’s memory just told Zhou Mo Sen.
Dr. Howard always liked to boast that he had an extremely beautiful, even perfect wife.
My wife never had plastic surgery!
This was something Dr. Howard often bragged about, clearly, he was quite proud of this.
The original owner’s memory informed Zhou Mo Sen that Dr. Howard seemed rather obsessed, always saying:
I like perfect things or people.
Seeing this woman now, Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but admire Howard’s sharp eye.
While Zhou Mo Sen was thinking, Howard turned back and said a sentence.
"Evelyn, give me a moment."
So her name was Evelyn.
Hearing this name, Zhou Mo Sen’s brow arched slightly.
Then, Dr. Howard turned back around.
"Dr. Zhou, I hope you will give it some serious thought, you know, running a clinic isn’t easy."
Oh? What’s there to consider now?
Zhou Mo Sen responded courteously, "Alright, I will consider it."
This is, after all, just being polite.
Watching as Howard and Evelyn got into the luxury car, with the hound obediently boarding as well.
Roaring off into the distance.
A Porsche 911, classic sports car.
Also secretly known as the ’dog couple’ car, because it has a back seat, but barely fits a dog.
Of course, this is a car enthusiast’s joke.
Zhou Mo Sen lately is genuinely considering replacing this Toyota.
The 911 is also in his options.
Watching Dr. Howard and his wife drive off into the distance, Zhou Mo Sen felt an odd sensation inside.
Forget it, better not to dwell on it.
...
Two days later, Monroe Clinic resumed operations.
The operating room needed renovation, naturally no surgeries could be done now.
Also, there was no psychiatrist.
But, some other cosmetic procedures could be conducted.
Don’t forget, our Monroe Clinic still has quite a few old customers.
Maybe they’d want further adjustments.
These are all money.
The clinic’s name didn’t change, it also made it easier for old customers.
Given the need to save costs, employees were necessary.
Hiring cannot be rushed, Zhou Mo Sen still needed an assistant, as well as a psychiatrist.
As for an anesthesiologist.
In case a general anesthesia surgery was needed.
For now, also placed hiring ads.
At present, Zhou Mo Sen kept two nurses and one cleaner.
One nurse at the front desk.
Maybe it was a bad day.
Waited for more than half a day, not a single patient came.
The nurses were just dozing off.
Then finally, a patient walked through Monroe Clinic’s door.
"Doctor, my back hurts so much!"
The one complaining of pain was neither a star nor a starry-eyed young girl.
Shouting, this guy seemed particularly anxious.
"Vicodin! Doctor, please prescribe Vicodin for me!"
Hearing this, didn’t Zhou Mo Sen freeze?
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