"What's wrong with him?"
"Here's his medical record." Caprice handed him the criminal's medical record.
Chen Zhao glanced at it. Diabetes, high blood pressure, and thrombosis were all common diseases of the elderly.
"I can't cure them. I can only alleviate his symptoms when they act up. He needs more comprehensive treatment and rehabilitation."
"I need you to promise that he won't act up during the next checkup."
"What?"
"I want you to make sure that he won't be released for medical treatment," Caprice said.
"Why? From the medical record, he can indeed be released for medical treatment. "
"Do you know why he's here?"
"I'm a doctor. I don't need to know these things."
There were a total of twenty-eight female victims who testified in court, spanning forty-three years. The youngest two were only two years old, and one of them had already died. There were five other women who were autistic due to the psychological trauma they suffered when they were young. According to the information collected by the prosecution, there were at least twenty more women, but they were unwilling to appear in court. His lawsuit lasted for six years, and finally, he was convicted in the Supreme Court. During these six years, the mother of a girl was seriously injured by an unknown gangster the night before the trial. She is still in the intensive care unit, and all five witnesses have received death threats. "
Caprice glanced at the old man in the cell. The old man also looked up at Caprice.
"He's rich. If he's released for medical treatment, everyone's previous efforts will be for nothing."
"I understand." Chen Zhao had originally thought that as a doctor, he should stand in a doctor's perspective and give each patient the correct diagnosis and treatment suggestions.
However, after learning of the old man's crimes, he felt that even his professional ethics couldn't stop him from killing him.
Back then, even when the beautiful female assassin, Kelly, was shot in the chest by a sniper rifle, Chen Zhao didn't think about killing her.
The first time in his life that he had ever wanted to kill someone was in the hospital, against that vicious criminal.
This old man was the second. Chen Zhao wanted to kill him.
Chen Zhao raised his head and looked around. Caprice glanced at him. "This is a blind spot for surveillance."
"Thank you." Chen Zhao nodded. "Can I go in now?"
Caprice pressed the combination lock in front of the door a few times, and the mechanical door opened.
After Chen Zhao entered, Caprice left.
"Hello, sir." Chen Zhao walked over with a smile.
The old man also smiled. His smile was so kind, like the sunshine in winter, warming people's hearts and lungs.
"Hello, are these your children?" The old man smiled and clapped his hands. "I also have a few dogs at home. I don't know how they are now. No one takes care of them. It's really worrying. I really hope to leave this damn place soon and visit my children."
"I'm afraid it won't be easy." Chen Zhao sat beside the bed. "I'm a doctor. I need to do a checkup for you."
The old man didn't cooperate. Instead, he smiled faintly. "Young man, do you need money?"
"How much can you give?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Two hundred thousand dollars, young man. You're a great young man. You're worth it."
"Two hundred thousand dollars can buy my professional ethics?"
The old man's expression changed. "Name a price. I believe you know what you're doing."
"What kind of results do you want?"
"I need you to give me a certificate to prove that I need to be released on medical parole."
Give him a certificate? Chen Zhao didn't even have a medical license. Would his certificate have any legal effect?
Of course, Chen Zhao didn't plan on getting himself involved.
Even if he wanted to screw the old man over, he wouldn't go through legal channels.
The reason why Caprice called him here was because he was an illegal doctor with no medical records.
Plus, Chen Zhao really didn't plan on taking his money.
Chen Zhao first checked the old man's body. To be honest, the old man's body wasn't that good.
He was plagued with all sorts of old diseases. If he was put in prison, he wouldn't have many years left.
Chen Zhao started hesitating again. Should he cure the old man and let him suffer in prison for a few more years, or should he just wait for death?
If he just waited for death, he wouldn't have to do anything. But this way, he wouldn't be able to stop the old man from being released on medical parole.
For rich people like him, medical parole was equivalent to being acquitted.
Cure him! Chen Zhao thought about it and made a decision.
First, he had to stop the old man from being released on medical parole. The rest could be dealt with later.
This was the most important thing!
"Young man, how is it? How's my body? "
"You'll get the result you want." Chen Zhao chuckled. "I'll give you a certificate later. Just wait for the news."
The old man narrowed his eyes and watched Chen Zhao leave.
He didn't believe Chen Zhao at all, because Chen Zhao hadn't even talked about the price with him.
After Chen Zhao left the prison, Caprice walked over. "How is it?"
"His body's condition is indeed good enough to be released on medical parole."
"That's not what I want." Caprice's expression darkened at once.
"Mix this potion with his food and let him eat it," Chen Zhao said.
"What's this? You're not trying to poison him, are you? "
"This medicine can ensure that he won't be released on medical parole during his physical examination."
"Are you sure it's not poison?"
"Please, I hate that old man, but I can't sacrifice myself for him."
"Fine."
Caprice took out a thousand dollars and handed it to Chen Zhao. "Take it. This is your payment."
Chen Zhao didn't reject it. He deserved it.
After leaving the prison, Chen Zhao realized that there were really a lot of perverts in America.
Had everyone reached the point where they wanted to have sex already?
More importantly, the few perverts Chen Zhao had met deserved to be hacked into pieces.
No, one pervert wasn't that serious.
Dell might be a pervert, but he was playing by himself and didn't do anything outrageous.
What he did was embarrassing, but he only harmed himself. He didn't harm others.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
It was Dell, the Little Death Seeker!
"Chen, Chen … where are you? I need you. Come quickly."
"Tell me, did you do something to your lower body again?"
"No, no, no, I didn't. I really didn't do anything this time. I just raised a snake."
"That's good. Do you want to ask me about raising a snake?"
"No … the snake bit my lower body."
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