But the worst-case scenario had happened.
The police still found evidence that Ken had entered Deppler's house. He was brought back to the station for investigation.
He was now the biggest suspect. Plus, he couldn't explain why he'd entered Deppler's house.
If he told the truth, it would be considered a murder.
After all, Deppler had threatened him, so it was reasonable for him to kill Deppler.
He couldn't say that he was friends with Deppler either, because the entire town knew that he'd cut ties with Deppler long ago.
Ken couldn't explain why he'd appeared in Deppler's house, so he was in great danger now.
But David was still in charge of the investigation, because the others weren't experts in this field.
David even took a few days off for this.
Because of this, they even rented a room in a hotel in town and went to Chen Zhao's house to eat.
David could understand. He was here to help, but Sienna and Chris didn't follow David. Why did they come to his house to eat and drink?
They even ate and took food. That was too much.
…
Today, Chen Zhao was about to go out for a walk when Ethan called. "Chen, there's a big client, but the problem seems to be a bit tricky. Do you want to take it?"
"How tricky?"
"I heard from my colleagues that the client has already gone to a few doctors, but none of them worked."
"What's the price?"
"Thirty thousand dollars."
"That high? Of course. It's the first time I've received such a high price. Give me the address. "
"I hope you can do it."
Ethan also hoped that Chen Zhao could do it. After all, if Chen Zhao could, he'd get six thousand dollars.
An hour later, Chen Zhao arrived at the south side of LA. There were almost no houses here. It was a suburb.
After passing through a dense forest road, an extremely luxurious castle appeared before Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao had thought that Rasfa's manor was luxurious enough, but it was still lacking compared to this huge manor.
It felt more like Rasfa was a nouveau riche, while the owner of this manor had a deep background.
The driver who'd driven Chen Zhao here was also dumbfounded. But after seeing the manor, he took the money and quickly left, leaving Chen Zhao here alone.
Chen Zhao could see people in black walking around through the fence, as well as some women in maid outfits.
This is what a real noble should be like, right?
Chen Zhao pressed the doorbell. Just then, a man in black walked to the metal door. "Who are you?"
"I'm a doctor. Ethan called me."
The man in black took out his walkie-talkie and asked if their boss had called a doctor.
After a while, the man in black received a reply, "Come in."
The man in black led Chen Zhao into the manor. At the same time, he warned, "Follow me closely. If you walk around randomly, you might die here."
Chen Zhao gulped. This lineup was really scary.
The men in black patrolling the manor were all armed with live ammunition.
Chen Zhao even discovered that there was a sniper hiding somewhere.
Before the man in black brought Chen Zhao into the mansion, Chen Zhao did a body search and metal detector.
"Why is there a snake in your box!?"
Chen Zhao's toolbox was opened. The two men in black pressed against him like police interrogating a criminal.
"He's my pet," Chen Zhao answered. "Just like the three of them."
Pointing at Walter, Beelzebub, and Carrie, Chen Zhao said, "If you check my medical records, you can find out that many of my clients know that I bring my pets out."
The two men in black discussed in a low voice. Then one of them turned and left.
After about 20 minutes, the man in black returned and nodded at his partner. "No problem."
Only then was Chen Zhao allowed to enter the main house.
Chen Zhao was brought to an elegantly decorated living room. Every piece of furniture and decoration in the living room was like a historical symbol.
A middle-aged man in formal attire sat in the living room. He had a small mustache and slicked-back hair.
Chen Zhao wondered if it was because people with this hairstyle all had a high hairline.
He seemed to be the owner of this manor, or someone who had a say in this manor.
"Oriental man, hello. Please sit."
"Hello, sir. How should I address you?" Chen Zhao asked.
"You can call me Sean," the man said.
"Mr. Sean, I'm Chen Zhao. You can call me Chen. You should have all my information, right?"
"Your information in America is basically complete. Your medical skills are very good, so I hope you can help me."
"Mr. Sean, where are you feeling unwell?"
"Not me," Sean said. "My father."
"Then can you take me to see your father?"
To be honest, this manor gave Chen Zhao too much pressure.
It seemed like there was a machine gun hidden even under the maid's skirt.
"Then can I see my patient?"
Sean brought Chen Zhao through a long and narrow corridor and into another room.
Chen Zhao saw his patient. It was an old man in a wheelchair. He probably couldn't speak anymore.
From his eyes and trembling limbs, it should be traumatic paralysis.
Chen Zhao glanced at the patient and roughly knew what was going on.
Nevertheless, Chen Zhao still went forward and examined the patient a few times.
The patient had been paralyzed for at least three years. The muscles in his limbs were all atrophied.
"Mr. Sean, before your father became like this, what injuries did he suffer?"
"My father was shot in the spine by his bodyguard from behind at close range. His spinal nerves were completely damaged. The doctor said that there's no possibility of recovery."
"Mr. Sean, are you sure that an illegal doctor like me can cure your father?" Chen Zhao didn't think that Sean had invited him or the previous doctor here to cure his father.
His father's injuries couldn't be cured with current medical technology.
All the big hospitals had confirmed it. Under normal circumstances, his father would probably be in a wheelchair until he died and couldn't take care of himself.
Of course, looking at his situation, he didn't have many years to live.
He was already old and his bodily functions had all declined. He was also in a wheelchair for a long time and couldn't even move. His muscles couldn't move, causing them to atrophy.
Chen Zhao estimated that Sean's father wouldn't live for more than half a year.
"I don't need you to cure my father. I hope he can live for at least a year." Sean wasn't too sad. His answers were always calm.
The old Sean in the wheelchair was also calm. He was paralyzed and couldn't even speak properly, but he could still move his facial muscles.
However, he didn't react to his son's cold answer. He even thought that it was natural.
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