Chen Zhao was pissed off.
Faur had forced him to skip dinner.
When Chen Zhao arrived at Chantilly Hospital.
Faur was having dinner with another man in the hospital's cafeteria.
The most important thing was that the man looked handsome and rich. If he were in the movies, he would be like Tony Stark.
Seeing Faur grinning from ear to ear at the man's teasing, Chen Zhao got even angrier.
Chen Zhao walked up and said in annoyance, "Faur, I rushed here without even eating dinner. You're having so much fun chatting with someone here. Am I disturbing you?"
Mosco Priest lifted his head and looked at Chen Zhao in confusion.
"Faur, is this your friend?"
"Chen, did you come by plane? I thought you'd need at least an hour. " Faur was also confused. The distance between Moon Coast and Chantilly Hospital was at least 80 kilometers. Thirty kilometers were in the city. How did Chen Zhao get to the hospital so quickly?
That was why Faur had come to the cafeteria to eat first.
In fact, it was Chen Zhao's first time driving a sports car.
In the past, it was just driving. Today, Chen Zhao was suddenly interested. He sped on the highway in his Porsche 918.
Chen Zhao drove for less than ten minutes on the 50-kilometer highway.
With Chen Zhao's superhuman reflexes, driving close to 300 kilometers per hour was nothing.
Of course, the price was that Chen Zhao would have to change the tires of his sports car tomorrow.
After that, Chen Zhao felt bored. He wouldn't do it again even if he was beaten to death.
No matter how fast the sports car went, it couldn't be faster than Chen Zhao himself. There was no excitement to speak of.
To be honest, Chen Zhao had tried it in front of his house.
On the ground, Chen Zhao could run as fast as a fighter jet.
Even Chen Zhao himself couldn't change the direction of his extreme speed.
Unless he ran in a straight line, Chen Zhao would crash into the obstacles on the road.
Up until now, Chen Zhao hadn't found any clothes that he could wear while running at full speed.
Sometimes, Chen Zhao envied the Hulk's underwear. No matter how big his body became, no matter what kind of attack he suffered, it could still remain intact.
Once Chen Zhao unleashed his full speed, the first thing to break would be his clothes.
Even Qingyi Haze couldn't protect his clothes.
Recently, he had been thinking about using dragon scales to make underwear.
Otherwise, once the battle started, Chen Zhao might give himself a Torn Clothes buff first.
"Mr. Mesco, this is the doctor I introduced to you."
Chen Zhao looked at Mosco. For some reason, he felt that Mosco was strange.
But he couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Mesco Purle had an extraordinary aura and was handsome. He was tall and slender. Even if he were to appear on the runway, he would still look good.
However, Chen Zhao felt that there was something indescribable about Mosco Pryor.
Temperament? Chen Zhao looked at Mason in confusion.
Faur noticed that Chen Zhao kept staring at Mosco Pryor with a strange expression.
Mason also felt goosebumps from Chen Zhao's stare.
"Sir, is there anything on me?"
"Ah?" Chen Zhao shook his head. "You don't seem to have any injuries, so you don't need my treatment."
Faur's face darkened. She'd already told Chen Zhao over the phone that it was a comatose patient from a car accident.
Chen Zhao clearly didn't want to help.
If Faur didn't threaten him with a favor, Chen Zhao probably wouldn't move at all.
"Mr. Mason is the biggest farmer in California," Faur introduced. "He's my sister's boyfriend. He's also a medical professor at UCLA."
The two shook hands. Chen Zhao put more strength into his grip.
Mason's face reddened, but he didn't make a sound.
Chen Zhao wasn't purposely making things difficult for Mason.
Chen Zhao only wanted to confirm if Mason was a spiritualist.
Even if he wasn't an enhancer, his hidden magic would automatically be released when he was attacked. This was an instinctive reaction of the body.
But Chen Zhao didn't feel any magic from Mosco Pryor.
It seemed that he wasn't a spiritualist. Faur had thought too much.
With Faur's ability, it wasn't that easy to hide magic from him.
"What's the relationship between the patient and this farmer?" Chen Zhao asked.
"The patient is called Nulang Kirrick. He's one of Mr. Mason's farmers," Faur said.
"You said that Nulang Kirrick is a witness for a case. What's going on?"
"Mr. Chen, you're a doctor, right?" Mason furrowed his brows. He felt that Chen Zhao was being too nosy.
"I like to listen to gossip. Only then will I be in the mood to treat patients."
Hearing that, Mason and Faur both stared at Chen Zhao with darkened expressions.
"Do you know about the poisoning incident at Daipo Farm half a year ago?" Faur asked.
Chen Zhao froze. As a doctor, he obviously knew about it.
It was said that 40 or so employees of the farm had a party at night and went to get some corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes for the party. In the end, more than 30 people got poisoned and 13 died.
The incident was huge. As a doctor, Chen Zhao had also received some data. He knew that they'd been poisoned with cyanide, and it was found in the food.
Cyanide was extremely poisonous and had a high fatality rate.
Most of the time, people died before they could even save them.
Then, the police found cyanide on the plants in many fields of Daipo Farm.
Cyanide couldn't be used to make pesticides, so it was obvious that someone had purposely poisoned the sprayed pesticides.
"Three months ago, Nulang Kirrick admitted that he was the poisoner and that the person who ordered him was Lila Gavich, a billionaire and the boss of Beck Chemicals. His main product is cyanide," Faur said. "But a month ago, Nulang Kirrick was involved in a tragic car accident while escorting a shipment. He fell into a coma as a result."
"Was he silenced?" Chen Zhao asked.
"From the current situation, it looks like he was silenced," Faur said.
Chen Zhao looked at Faur. "What does this have to do with you?"
Chen Zhao couldn't help but think that Faur had asked him for help because she liked Mosco Purle.
"In the list of poisoned deaths, there's a child that I just cured. He's only ten years old. He survived throat cancer, but he couldn't survive a conspiracy."
Chen Zhao looked at Macy. "Why did that patient stand out and expose us? Even if he turns himself in, he'll go to jail for decades. "
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