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Chapter 121 The Death of the Female Investigator (13K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard stood under the operating lights.

The cold white light shone on the operating table, pressing everyone's shadows into faint gray circles at their feet.

Claire and Catherine assisted, while Richard took the lead, operating with precision.

From fat aspiration to blunt dissection, from line marking design to multi-point layered injection.

His technique was so precise, like a programmed precision instrument, without a single error.

Often, before Daniel can even react, Richard has already completed the injection and filling of a single point.

The needle has been removed and moved to the next position.

"Number nine needle."

Claire immediately handed over the equipment.

"That's amazing!" Daniel thought to himself.

Under Richard's touch, the customer's waistline has developed a clear six-pack, and her waist-to-hip ratio has become quite stunning.

Without any adjustments or pressure, this effect was achieved simply through liposuction followed by injection.

This is unparalleled control over the body's muscles and fat.

Daniel often saw Richard flipping through anatomy books, endocrinology textbooks, and other medical materials, and now the effects are all showing.

"That's genius!" Daniel exclaimed again.

It's practically art!

Oliver quietly watched the vital signs on the monitor.

On the first day of the new year, he was brought over for anesthesia, but he did not complain at all.

You can earn thousands of dollars just by sitting here and watching an anesthetic injection during a surgery. Where else can you find such a good job?

He needs money more than anyone else.

He was more worried than anyone else that this business would fail.

He would fight anyone who dared to harm Catherine's clinic.

Thirty-five minutes later, Richard finished all his actions and handed the position to Daniel.

The finishing touches were completed by Daniel and Claire simultaneously.

Everyone agreed that this division of labor was reasonable.

In the operating room, technique is the only passport.

Richard possesses the strongest skills, so he holds the highest position, only performing the most crucial and precise tasks, while the remaining miscellaneous work is naturally handled by his assistants.

Daniel stood where Richard had just been, looking at the customer's perfect, symmetrical abdominal contours, and unconsciously swallowed.

He probably will never learn this technique in his lifetime.

Talent, pure talent.

Soon, everyone had finished cleaning the table, and Richard had finished washing it.

"Is there anything else below?"

Daniel and Catherine shook their heads.

No, this is the last surgery of the day.

OK.

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Claire and Oliver packed their things and prepared to leave.

This small clinic has not expanded beyond a reception desk at the entrance; they work whenever there is work available.

The receptionist was very satisfied with this, as she was available to work whenever notified and otherwise idle.

Daniel had finished washing up and was about to leave when Catherine stopped him.

She held a customer source statistics sheet in her hand, looked at Daniel, and tapped the paper twice.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The voice wasn't loud, but Daniel was incredibly embarrassed.

Catherine said with dissatisfaction, "Daniel, so far, your work results are very unsatisfactory. Out of a total of thirty-two customers, you've only introduced sixteen, exactly half. The rest are all from word of mouth."

"It is foreseeable that as the number of these people increases, word-of-mouth customers will also increase. You promised when you were distributing the bonuses that you would be responsible for attracting people from the film and television industry and high-end groups, but you failed to do so."

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Daniel's face turned red.

"Please give me a little more time."

"I see more than twenty patients a day at the Queens hospital, but most of them aren't getting liposuction or fat grafting," Daniel explained. "And many people don't trust private clinics, thinking we're just ripping them off."

Catherine merely glanced at him indifferently: "Daniel, this is your job. Everyone has to do their job."

Daniel sighed; he knew it was indeed something he should do.

In this small team of five, everyone has their own job, and since they receive such a large share of the profits, they must make their own contributions.

He knew that many liposuction and fat grafting customers would do it repeatedly, and some long-time customers would do it every few years.

However, these long-term client cases were all in the hands of the head of plastic surgery, Wesley, and the attending physician, Spencer. He was just a resident and didn't have that much authority.

He even leaves a record when he searches for a name in the system.

Forcibly accessing historical medical records will be recorded in the system background, which is a serious violation.

Cosmetic surgery involves the privacy of clients and requires a very high level of confidentiality. Unauthorized access to historical medical records may result in the revocation of a license.

Richard said calmly, "It's alright, don't worry. Just be careful not to attract attention from others."

Richard is alright; he doesn't care too much about how much money he makes.

The money needed to buy a house cannot be saved up by undergoing a few surgeries.

For him, this level is just right.

The Blood Box has a maximum capacity of 20 units, and it can be filled up with a maximum of five or six surgeries per day.

Moreover, it consumes magic power.

Each liposuction procedure consumes two points of magic.

Filling it consumes two points of magic.

A surgery requires four points of magic.

If he performs five rituals, his magic power will be almost completely depleted.

Making two or three machines every few days is just the right frequency for him.

Debbie's fame grew, and even in the neighborhood, some devout Catholic families would bow to her, generating a scattered, unorthodox faith that helped Richard regain his precious magic.

Richard has already found three relatively devout Catholics in Catherine's neighborhood.

I'll find some time to have Debbie show off in the neighborhood, and then, with the help of an "infection outbreak," I'll brainwash these despicable hypocrites.

If people in the neighborhood can develop undecided faith upon seeing Debbie, then Richard will have a more stable source of magic.

Daniel was a little embarrassed, but he said solemnly, "Don't worry, I'll think of a way as soon as possible."

Daniel left in a hurry after he finished speaking.

He also has to work the night shift at Queens Hospital.

As a miserable resident physician, this kind of life will continue.

As Catherine finished packing and was about to leave, a young woman walked in.

She had brown hair tied in a low ponytail, dressed appropriately, and looked like a successful white-collar woman. She also had a cheerful smile, without the aloofness that most white-collar women have.

"Hi, I'm Gina. Can you do liposuction on my abdomen here?"

Her smile was as if it had been rehearsed beforehand, with the corners of her mouth curving perfectly and her eyes following suit.

Catherine immediately went to greet her.

So far, I've only had seven or eight customers come to my door, and I've only closed one deal.

She highly values ​​customers who come to her on their own, as it means they live nearby and could become long-term clients.

She quickly sized up the other person; she seemed to be a successful female office worker. If things went well, she would promote her to her circle of friends, which would be quite good.

They originally only wanted to serve high-end clients, but Daniel's work was a complete failure, and he couldn't fill the schedule, which made Catherine a little anxious.

"sure."

She quickly glanced at Gina's figure; her abdomen was slightly bloated, but it didn't seem to warrant liposuction.

However, some white-collar workers are so busy with work that they don't have time to exercise, so it's normal for them to choose liposuction.

Catherine made her judgment in an instant, hiding her true feelings behind a professional smile, and quickly introduced the situation to Gina.

As a small-scale, high-end medical aesthetic clinic, Catherine's equipment and decor are a source of pride.

She naturally led Gina on a tour of the clinic.

Better equipment and decor naturally make it easier to gain customers' trust.

Claire is waking up a customer who has just undergone surgery.

Richard was there, along with Oliver.

All three of them had changed their clothes.

Gina glanced at it but didn't pay any attention.

"What about autologous fat grafting?" Gina asked. "Is that possible?"

Without hesitation, Catherine replied, "Of course, we're the best. We have the best fat grafting doctors, and all our clients are extremely satisfied with the recovery speed—it's a 100% positive review rate. Which area would you like to have done?"

Gina seemed a little embarrassed and whispered, "My boyfriend isn't very satisfied with my breasts. I wanted to ask if there are any risks involved."

Catherine immediately assured her, "It's perfectly safe!"

She didn't continue the topic.

Not every woman can talk about her size as freely as Sofia.

For most women, this is still a private matter.

"Look! This is state-of-the-art equipment. While it may not be as precise as Derson's, it's on par with most public hospitals!"

After seeing the equipment, Gina seemed to gain some confidence.

She lingered on the device's label for a second longer, her gaze lingering on the model number.

Richard leaned back in his chair to rest, holding a book and studying.

Claire kept an eye on the female customer who was waking up from anesthesia.

Oliver was the only one who was relatively free. He looked at Gina with some suspicion and kept staring at her.

Gina toured each room, seemingly very interested in the facilities.

Oliver whispered in Richard's ear, "Hey Richard, I think something's off about this woman."

Richard turned a page and chuckled nonchalantly, "Why?"

"Her posture is suspicious. Look, she's always facing the device with her chest, her hands are hanging at her sides, and her shoulders are slightly forward, as if she's blocking something with her body. She's probably using a hidden camera to secretly film someone; she's definitely a corporate spy sent by a competitor!"

Richard chuckled: "I didn't expect you to enjoy reading detective novels."

He turned his head and glanced at it, and in that single glance, his expression changed.

The woman's emotions, as indicated by the feedback from her desire perception, were scrutiny, disdain, and tension.

It's okay to be nervous; even normal people get nervous during surgery.

The review is normal.

What does "disdain" mean?

You're laughing like that, and you still think this clinic doesn't meet the requirements?

Is it really a competitor investigating?

Richard observed carefully and found that Oliver was right; she was indeed hiding something with her body, but not her chest, but her handbag.

There seemed to be a camera in the handbag; he noticed a reflection in the handbag from a certain angle.

Li found it somewhat amusing; had the competition in the medical aesthetics industry really reached this level?

"It's nothing, you're overthinking it. I'm going to the restroom." Richard walked to the bathroom, took out a metal box, and took out a dried fly carcass.

Fresh flesh and blood poured into the fly's corpse, and the fly's body quickly reacted.

"Go follow that woman!" The fly rubbed its hands together, then flew towards Gina, slipped under the hem of her clothes, and disappeared.

Richard returned to his seat and quietly looked at Gina, the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong with this woman.

After learning about the situation, Gina seemed very interested. She answered Catherine's call and left, saying she needed to think about it.

Catherine didn't think much of it; many people only choose surgery after learning more about it several times.

Women are very cautious when it comes to surgeries that involve their appearance.

Richard found Catherine and whispered, "That female customer Gina from earlier wasn't acting right. She seems like a corporate spy sent by another cosmetic clinic."

"Gina? You mean her? What the fuck?" Catherine exclaimed in surprise. "We've only just started to make progress, and we've already been targeted?"

She had complete faith in Richard's judgment.

"Could it be that those chain medical aesthetic clinics are preparing to acquire us?" Catherine frowned.

Several giant chain medical aesthetic companies are currently engaged in a major acquisition war, acquiring some high-end medical aesthetic institutions.

In the past, she might have been happy to sell the clinic to the other party and make a lot of cash.

But things are different now; Richard clearly values ​​this place very much.

If faced with malicious business competition from the other party, the newly established Catherine Clinic will face great difficulties.

The other party has strong financial and media resources. If they create fake news and spread various rumors in the media, the small clinic that has worked so hard to get started will suffer a heavy blow.

The customer base, which is not yet stable, may fluctuate again.

Even if it only affects a few people, it will have a huge impact on them.

Richard was unsure of what the other person wanted, so he said, "I'll go check it out, we'll talk about it later."

"Okay." Catherine calmed down and continued tidying up.

Richard walked out of the clinic's main entrance and was about to go to the parking lot to get his car when he suddenly felt a malicious gaze coming from the street not far away.

He looked around expressionlessly, seemingly indifferent.

The gaze seemed to be burned, and it instantly recoiled. The car's taillights flashed at the street corner and disappeared into the twilight.

Richard frowned.

Is this also a form of corporate espionage?

impossible.

That malice, like the feeling of wanting to kill, is unlike that of an ordinary corporate spy!

The other party left too decisively, and Richard didn't have time to investigate further, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

Since the other party ran away as soon as they saw me, it means they don't intend to make a move yet.

No rush, no need for a big fuss. Let's go see what this woman named Gina is up to first.

He drove slowly, following the scent of flies.

The blue Chevrolet was parked on a secluded riverbank.

The only smells on the river were the fishy smell of water plants carried by the evening breeze, and a faint smell of diesel fuel.

The fly's sensory activity indicated it was inside, meaning Gina was also inside.

Richard parked his car fifty meters away and walked over calmly, putting on gloves and a mask as he went.

He could faintly hear a heartbeat inside the car; there was only one person inside.

When he was still three or four meters away from the car, he summoned a magical hand that passed through the carriage and directly grabbed Gina's carotid artery.

The woman fainted on the spot.

Richard walked to the passenger side.

The car didn't look like a nice car, and it didn't match her expensive clothes.

Richard used his magical hand to open the car door from the inside, pulled it open, and got in.

The woman collapsed in her seat, still clutching a stack of documents, which had now fallen onto the driver's side.

Her head was drooping because the seatbelt was holding her body in place, preventing her from slumping over the steering wheel.

Richard first took the document into his hand, then searched the woman's blouse pockets, but found nothing.

Then he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out an ID: a driver's license and an OMIG ID: State Inspector General's Office, Medical Fraud Investigation Unit, Investigator: Gisele Vance.

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Not a corporate spy, but someone working for the state attorney general!

Richard frowned slightly.

Why is the state attorney general targeting the Katrina Clinic?

Richard quickly glanced at the document in the woman's hand; it wasn't anything important.

He then opened the glove box, which contained a thick folder filled with various photos—evidence of the resale of equipment by Queens Hospital!

There are photos taken at the hospital, photos of equipment taken at some clinics, and several photos taken at a second-hand equipment company.

All of them are large photos, evidence taken on-site, clearly showing the unique ID number and material number of the equipment.

The folder also contained several other files listing dozens of names.

Several of the names were circled; they were all senior leaders at Queens Hospital.

From the hospital director to the vice director, to the equipment department, to the directors and attending physicians of each department, no one escaped; they were all circled and marked with whether or not there was evidence.

Fortunately, Daniel's name was not among them.

He was just a lowly resident physician, unworthy of being on the state attorney general's investigation list.

Why would they target Daniel?

Richard then took out Gisele's phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and opened the work group.

There were many messages in the work group. Richard quickly scrolled through them and roughly understood the current situation.

OMIG began investigating Queens hospitals several months ago.

It certainly wasn't because of Richard, because Richard and Daniel hadn't worked together yet at that time.

The primary target of the investigation was the dean.

The reason for investigating Daniel is that he was anonymously reported by someone a few days ago, so they took this opportunity to investigate him as well, intending to turn him into a witness and potentially have him detained at any time...

Richard cursed under his breath.

In areas involving large sums of illicit money, whistleblowing and being whistleblown are commonplace.

But how could a hospital have two internal whistleblower reports? How stupid must the hospital director be to go to such lengths?

The only saving grace was that the female investigator named Giselle hadn't had time to upload the newly acquired photos to the internal work system.

Richard didn't have time to think twice and immediately picked up his phone to call Daniel.

busy tone.

Richard's heart sank slightly.

I dialed again, but it was still busy.

He then called the switchboard at the Queens Hospital.

"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Daniel, a plastic surgeon, and would like to schedule an appointment with him..."

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"I'm sorry, Dr. Daniel just went out with a patient, but he didn't say where they went."

Oops.

Daniel may have been brought under control.

Richard's expression changed slightly.

"OK, thanks."

After he hung up the phone, he knew that Daniel was most likely being controlled, and the situation was starting to get out of control.

What will Daniel say after he's arrested?

First of all, he certainly won't mention the illegal surgery, as that would only increase his charges.

It's just a simple case of medical device resale, and he's just a lowly resident doctor who only acted as an intermediary and wasn't even qualified to sign anything, so his culpability is minimal.

It's clear from Gisele's work group chat that the investigation's focus wasn't on Daniel at all; they even hoped to turn Daniel into a witness for the prosecution.

Therefore, Daniel will not be subjected to interrogation, and he is unlikely to speak recklessly.

Richard recalled Daniel's past and made a judgment: Daniel is a smart man; he knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

The only problem is that Daniel can't lose his license, his independent surgical license in plastic surgery.

Without Daniel, the clinic wouldn't be able to perform the surgery.

The Katrina Clinic is supported by Daniel's reputation.

I can't hire another doctor just to make a show of things.

The first issue is trust.

Secondly, and most importantly, it would be too strange if two doctors at the Katrina Clinic could both achieve such rapid recovery; it would be easy to suspect something was amiss.

Therefore, Daniel and his medical license must be protected!

Richard picked up his phone.

At this moment, Giselle shook her head, as if trying to come to her senses.

Without a word, Richard flicked the back of her head lightly, and Giselle, shocked, fainted again.

Richard dialed Catherine's number and said in a low voice, "The situation is not good."

He then explained the current situation.

Catherine's heart skipped a beat, and her expression changed several times, but she quickly realized that it wasn't a big deal.

"Don't worry, Master. I will take full responsibility and will absolutely not involve you in this."

“No,” Richard said quickly. “I want to save the Katrina Clinic; it’s very valuable to me. I also want to save Daniel’s medical license.”

"But—" Catherine frowned, "Daniel has been arrested, we don't know where he went, and we don't know if he'll say anything inappropriate."

Richard thought for a moment and said, "In the medical field, I think we can talk to Christina."

Although Catherine disliked Christina, finding her too arrogant, she had to acknowledge Christina's enormous influence in the medical field.

At least her experience is more than enough.

Richard didn't want to involve Brian. Brian already had enough trouble, and bringing in a congressman would only complicate this simple issue.

Richard made a video call: "What's wrong?" Christina asked.

"Let's find a quiet place," Richard said.

"Okay, just a moment."

Christina immediately put down her work and left the laboratory, without the slightest hesitation, even if it meant wasting experimental samples.

A moment later: "Okay, that's fine now."

Richard quickly described the situation.

After a three-second silence, Christina said, "In other words, OMIG has roughly got Daniel under control, and our goal is to keep Daniel's medical license."

"Yes, this is very useful to me," Richard said. "I just need to figure out how to make it happen. Now I need to leverage your experience and influence in this field."

Christina began her analysis: "First, there's the contract. Luckily, Daniel was just a resident, and the contract only had the signatures of the hospital director, the head of the equipment department, and the head of plastic surgery. Daniel wasn't qualified to sign, so his name wasn't on the contract. This resolved a huge potential problem."

"Secondly, there are large sums of public funds involved. Catherine did indeed transfer money to the Queens Hospital's public account, and public fund transfer records cannot be deleted, so Catherine had no choice but to admit that she purchased equipment from the hospital."

"Third, you also paid them kickbacks. Where did these kickbacks come from?"

"Barbara-Vorne Life and Health Foundation," Catherine said quickly.

Christina breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good news. Barbara Vaughn is Governor Alger Vaughn's wife, and their funds are in New York State, where no one can check. He'll definitely launder all the money cleanly before distributing it to other people. I've taken money from there too, and there's never been a problem all these years. The kickbacks are high, but it's still quite worthwhile."

Ok.

Richard learned something new once again.

The governor's wife stepped in to ensure safety; she was indeed very capable.

Christina repeated, "Fourth, the equipment issue. Is the equipment in the clinic?"

"Here." Richard pointed to Gisele beside him: "This investigator named Gisele has taken photos, but she hasn't sent them out or sent out any messages."

I checked her phone; there were no records of anything being sent. It seems she wanted to deliver the photos to OMIG herself.

"That's another piece of good news," Christina said with satisfaction. "So far, no one in OMIG knows what kind of equipment Catherine's clinic has."

"The last hidden danger is surveillance and inventory information. Especially surveillance, it's very troublesome. If the surveillance cameras captured the equipment being transported out of the hospital, there will be a problem. On the contrary, logistics won't be a problem. The equipment is all packed in sealed boxes, and the logistics company people don't know what's inside." Christina thought quickly and gave a solution: "So, the simplest solution now is: find a batch of genuine second-hand scrap equipment that is exactly the same model as yours, and this batch of equipment must not have serial numbers. Move all the current equipment in the clinic and replace it with the old equipment. Then kill Gisele and make sure that the photos she took won't be sent to OMIG. Finally, delete the surveillance footage from the server room. Inventory data doesn't matter, since Daniel won't sign it anyway, the main thing is surveillance."

Richard thought quickly.

If all conditions are met, the situation becomes very simple.

When 0MIG investigates, they will find that the Katrina Clinic did indeed purchase a batch of used equipment.

She spent the right amount of money on the right equipment, and that's fine.

The Katrina Clinic is safe now.

"As for Daniel, I know him. He'll probably choose to take the blame himself, since the crime isn't that serious to begin with," Christina analyzed. "However, knowing how slippery that kid is, he'll definitely say he was selling used equipment first, and then confess when he's caught red-handed."

Richard said, "Daniel said that Queens Hospital does scrap a batch of equipment every year, and about 30 percent of that equipment is scrapped prematurely when it shouldn't be scrapped."

"The percentage won't be too high, otherwise it would be easy to detect."

"At first, the senior management of Queens Hospital only dared to mix in 10% new equipment. Later, driven by greed, they became bolder and bolder, and more and more new equipment was scrapped."

This kind of thing isn't a secret in the hospital system; everyone knows that someone is reselling equipment, but nobody asks.

Because the result of asking is that you already know.

If you're not confident you can take down the higher-ups, then you should pretend you know nothing.

Christina analyzed, "Daniel will either deny it to the death and insist that he sold equipment that was actually going to be scrapped, and then admit it when the evidence is found, but we don't have any evidence here."

"Either he admits to selling equipment for the higher-ups, but he certainly won't admit to receiving money. As a result, when 0MIG investigated, they found that we had used goods. It turned out that he was tricked by the higher-ups."

Richard quickly thought it over and found no problem.

"You seem quite familiar with this situation."

Christina sighed, "I'm very familiar with this. People in cell labs basically do it this way, and they can detect a batch every few years, but they don't do it thoroughly. We need to do this thoroughly."

The larger the organization, the harder it is to avoid this problem. The PI also doesn't have the energy to inspect every piece of equipment and can only keep the level of corruption within a certain tolerance limit.

Richard nodded: "Alright, now the situation is clear. Go get the old equipment and transport it to Katarina overnight to install it."

"Don't worry. I have manufacturers I frequently work with who can buy a batch of equipment with the ID numbers erased, so their origins can't be traced."

"I'll handle the setup," Catherine said.

As the owner of a small clinic, she needs to be able to perform basic repairs and adjustments on most of the equipment. She has to hire workers to do the repairs every time, and she can't afford the financial burden.

Richard said, "OK. I'll delete the surveillance footage and take care of Gisele."

Neither of the two women asked Richard how he would deal with Giselle, which is quite obvious.

How do I delete surveillance footage?

"Fire Dragon Burns the Warehouse." Richard sneered, "The NYPD has already demonstrated it for us. It doesn't matter if the moves are repeated, as long as they work."

Christina calmly pointed out the key points: "Then there's no problem. But don't rush to set up the surveillance. If the owner is confident, they can wait until the last moment to burn it, to avoid alerting the enemy. OMIG won't steal data through illegal means; it will simply shut down the server room according to normal procedures. Otherwise, the dean's lawyer could use this to attack the illegal acquisition of evidence, which might actually lead to the dean's acquittal."

"OK. Let's get started."

After making up their minds, the three of them went their separate ways.

Catherine didn't offer any opinion, leaving herself to take the blame should something go wrong.

Giselle slowly awoke from her coma, looking around in confusion, not understanding what had happened to her or how she had fallen unconscious.

Her gaze gradually focused, and when she saw a stranger sitting next to her, her pupils suddenly contracted.

The other person was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and rubber gloves, and was holding a gun; he looked like a professional shady character!

"I've been kidnapped!" Giselle felt a chill run down her spine.

She was an investigator, professionally trained, and knew that in this situation, the only thing to do was to stay calm.

However, the flames of fear burning fiercely within him were impossible to extinguish.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Richard pointed the pistol at her and said calmly, "Tell me everything you know. You know what I'm asking."

From the exposed skin, Gisele could tell that the other person was of Asian descent.

Damn yellow-skinned monkeys!

Her fingers gripped the edge of the cushion tightly, and she dared not move.

Her body trembled violently, an instinct born of fear that was completely beyond her control.

"You are committing a crime. Stop now, and I can—"

Her mind raced, and she tried to stall for time with words.

Was it sent by the dean, or by some high-ranking official?

She never expected it to be Daniel.

Daniel is just a junior resident physician, and the amount involved in the case is very small. As long as he returns most of the embezzled funds, he can reach a plea agreement, become a witness for the prosecution, and may even be able to keep his medical license.

There's no need to take such a big risk.

Her first thought was that the person was sent by the dean.

Richard said nothing, but calmly released the safety on his pistol.

Click!

The sound of the safety latch popping open was exceptionally crisp in the carriage, like a small pebble falling into an empty cup.

Giselle, ice-cold, froze on the spot: "OK, I'll talk. Don't get agitated!"

She dared not delay any longer and quickly said, "I just received a report saying that Daniel—"

Richard quietly raised her phone, which clearly displayed the chat history of the work group.

Giselle's heart pounded, and she stopped in embarrassment.

Only one thought crossed her mind: Oh no! How could I have forgotten this!

Richard looked at her leisurely and pointed out the window: "Giselle, do you see this river? I think the scenery here is beautiful; it would be a good choice to rest here."

Richard spoke as if he were chatting with someone about a walk along the river.

Giselle felt cold all over; she was completely stunned.

How did something as simple as medical fraud escalate into a life-or-death struggle?!

What went wrong?

Did I accidentally touch something I shouldn't have?

Giselle knew nothing.

Moreover, since the phone was in the other party's hands, the documents must have been read by them as well.

She didn't know how much information the other person had read.

For a moment, she couldn't come up with a particularly smooth lie, so she could only honestly start from the beginning.

"Four months ago, we received a report from Miller, the warehouse manager at Queens Hospital —"

After listening, Richard went through it in his mind.

The situation she described was not fundamentally different from what I learned from the work group, except that she added many details.

Judging from Giselle's description, she may have withheld some information in certain details, but that didn't matter to him.

She would most likely conclude that she was sent by the dean or other high-ranking officials, and that the information she was hiding would be related to the dean, not Daniel.

So it didn't matter to him; he didn't care what happened to others, as long as it didn't affect Daniel.

"Very good," Richard said with satisfaction.

The next second, Giselle felt a sharp pain in her heart!

She gripped her chest with her fingers, her nails digging deep into her skin through her clothes, but this pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

She froze on the spot, unable to move at all.

The excruciating pain rose from the depths of her soul; she was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as Richard dealt with the aftermath.

Richard first took her camera and put it in his pocket.

Then they scattered all the documents and took out several key pieces of information about the dean.

As expected, he's one of the dean's people.

Amidst the excruciating pain, this was the only thought in Giselle's mind.

As expected, he's one of the dean's people.

What exactly did she do?

Why does it hurt so much?

Did he inject himself with some kind of drug?

Giselle was filled with fear, anger, and helplessness, and could only watch helplessly as Richard pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Richard carefully inspected the car doors and interior, making sure he hadn't left any trace of himself, and even meticulously cleaned away any tiny blades of grass he'd picked up with his feet.

No! No! Giselle screamed in terror.

She knew what was about to happen.

But she couldn't say anything; only her lips moved. Her vocal cords seemed to be pinched by something invisible, and she could only let out a few hoarse sobs.

Richard opened all four car windows and then closed the car door.

No! Don't kill me... Giselle tried to struggle, but the excruciating pain rendered her unable to move.

Richard looked around again to make sure no one was there before activating his magic hand.

The gear automatically shifted to D, and the accelerator was pressed to the floor in a bizarre way. The steering wheel turned right and we drove straight into the river!

What's going on?

Giselle's mind went completely blank; she couldn't understand how the gearshift and steering wheel could turn on their own.

She could only watch helplessly as the car plunged into the river.

The car remained suspended in the air for one second.

In that brief second, Gisele saw the night sky and the lights on the other side of the river through the car window.

She looked in the direction of OMIG.

The next second, the river water rushed into the carriage.

Giselle was in so much pain that she couldn't even take a deep breath and immediately choked on several mouthfuls of water.

At the same time, Richard released Gisele from the painful touch.

She began to struggle frantically, frantically unbuckling her seatbelt, trying to swim out, but it was too late.

In the water, all movements become extremely difficult.

Water kept pouring in through the window, and she couldn't get out at all.

By the time she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door, she had already suffered severe drowning and her body was convulsing violently.

Because the car doors were open, the car quickly sank into the water.

At first, large clumps of bubbles rose from the water's surface, then fewer and fewer, until only a few scattered small dots remained.

Less than two minutes later, no more bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.

Richard clearly saw a wisp of deathly energy drift out before turning and leaving.

Back in my car, I put the mask and rubber gloves into a garbage bag and drove for four or five kilometers.

He took out the memory card, burned it with a lighter, then crushed it into several pieces and threw them into different trash cans in three batches. He also burned the dean's documents.

The night was deep, as if nothing had happened.

Daniel looked around blankly, filled with immense fear.

After he was taken away by that person from 0MIG, he was thrown directly into this room.

No one spoke to him, no one interrogated him, he was just left there.

He knew it was a psychological tactic, but he couldn't help feeling afraid.

He forced himself to calm down and carefully recalled everything he had done.

The most serious offense was undoubtedly violating regulations by allowing Richard to perform the surgery.

He couldn't reveal Richard's name, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make money in the future.

Then it's about reselling the equipment.

He was just an intermediary; as long as he admitted his crimes and returned the embezzled funds, he might even become a witness against the prosecution.

Daniel has average talent in scientific research and medicine, but he is very talented in interpersonal relationships.

He had already researched the legal provisions before doing these things, and had also subtly consulted with several lawyer friends.

I am not in much danger.

Daniel gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take the blame for this!"

Richard, you have to protect me!

As long as Richard is willing to continue to support him, he can still live a very comfortable life.

Richard's surgical skills are so amazing, he could definitely make a lot of money.

In short, you must never mention Richard's violation of the rules!

Unfortunately, no one has ever reviewed him; he's been left here as if forgotten.

Hmph, it's just a little mental stress.

Am I afraid of this?

After Daniel figured it out, he simply lay down on the small bed and rested.

The back alley of Katrina's clinic was very dark, with only one streetlamp.

A gray truck stopped at the back door. Edgar jumped out of the driver's seat, looking serious, wearing a mask and pulling down the brim of his hat.

"The serial numbers on these devices have all been worn off, so there's absolutely no problem."

As Christina's right-hand man, he had to do the dirty work.

In some ways, his niche is somewhat similar to ALEX's.

Your mentor has given you the best treatment and helped you solve all kinds of problems, so you should also solve problems for your mentor.

He knew that what he was doing was definitely illegal, but he didn't ask any questions.

The more you know, the bigger the trouble you get.

The equipment wasn't very heavy; Edgar and Catherine were able to carry it inside on their own.

The two worked for two hours and finally moved the new equipment out and moved the old equipment in.

The liposuction machine, monitor, and anesthesia machine—all models were exactly the same as those currently used in the clinic. Each one was very old, and the serial numbers had been ground off.

This is a genuine secondhand item; no one can find fault with it.

As expected of Christina, she has incredible connections and resources; she found all this old equipment in the middle of the night from who knows where.

Edgar immediately drove off with the previous equipment.

The taillights flashed at the alley entrance and then disappeared into the dark mist.

Catherine spent her time alone in the clinic adjusting the equipment, making sure all the devices were identical, and cleaning the entire clinic to ensure no evidence was left before leaving to go home.

Richard did not appear at all.

In this way, even if Edgar betrays Richard, Richard will not be implicated.

Catherine and Christina are the last line of defense.

Catherine closed the door and sent Richard a message: "Time to sleep."

It was as if the landlord was offering a kind reminder.

Richard received the news and knew that all the arrangements had been resolved.

At this point, apart from the surveillance footage, the whole thing has completely changed.

Spencer and the hospital director sold a batch of used equipment to the Katrina Clinic in the name of the hospital. Katrina bought the used equipment at the normal price and received used equipment in return.

Although the serial number was deleted, Catherine didn't care at all.

As a private clinic, as long as it's economical and functional, that's fine.

What about the hospital's new equipment?

How did Catherine know!

Daniel, a mere resident, naturally had no idea where the new equipment had been sent.

The final loophole was surveillance.

Once the monitoring issue is resolved, everything will be fine.

Everything makes sense.

After a few simple adjustments, the whole thing is like a piece of clothing that has been re-sewn; it looks the same, but the most crucial stitches have all been replaced.

Christina is still trying to find Daniel's whereabouts, but she doesn't know where he is.

At four in the morning, Richard left from a corner not far from the Katrina Clinic.

He never went to Katrina's clinic, in order to avoid being filmed by certain cameras.

He didn't go back to Catherine's house, but went directly to YC Apartments.

He needs to stay away from Catherine for the next few days to avoid getting into trouble.

In addition, he wanted to test it out.

If that malicious gaze I received earlier today was from someone monitoring me, they might have followed me to the YC apartment.

If they're not at the YC apartment, then they're likely keeping an eye on Catherine or the Katarina Clinic.

Richard arrived at YC Apartment at six in the morning.

Another big fight is taking place downstairs.

This time it was two Black men.

That mother who accompanies her child to study must be very busy.

The sounds coming from next door were Emily and Helen chatting.

The three people fighting downstairs was too noisy, so Richard, having nothing better to do, simply knocked on Helen's door.

"Hey, Helen, it's Richard."

Helen opened the door with a delighted expression: "Oh? You're back?"

As she spoke, she remembered Richard saying that her hearing was too good, and her face immediately turned red. She was a little afraid to look at Richard.

Richard smiled and went inside.

Helen awkwardly walked into the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast, not daring to look at Richard, like a child caught doing something wrong.

"Hey, Emily."

Emily was sitting on the sofa when she saw Richard stand up as well.

She still walks with a slight limp, and seems not to have fully recovered; her ankle still hurts a bit.

Emily nodded and said, "Thank you, I'm actually much better now. I wanted to come and see you last time, but I couldn't find you here."

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Helen quickly changed the subject, saying, "Could you give my sister another massage? Your treatment last time was very effective."

Emily said expectantly, "I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Eating a big meal is much cheaper than going to the hospital," Richard chuckled.

Emily pouted. "Two meals."

"make a deal!"

Richard casually pulled a rubber glove from his pocket.

Emily felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "I'll go wash my feet."

A few minutes later, Emily walked to the sofa and put her feet up.

Richard grabbed her foot and deliberately said, "I'm a forensic pathologist."

Emily's skin involuntarily broke out in goosebumps again: "Damn it, why did you have to say that?"

She unconsciously shrank back a little, but her foot was still in Richard's hand.

Richard smiled, grabbed Emily's foot, and began to massage it in a pretentious manner, while secretly mobilizing his flesh and blood to reshape it.

Emily blushed deeply.

She felt very uncomfortable with Richard touching her feet.

Last time my ankle hurt a lot, but I didn't feel it too much. This time, the pain is so clear.

Emily's face was flushed, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly, creating delicate wrinkles in the fabric.

Richard looked at her snow-white feet, each toe curled up like a crystal seashell.

The swelling has completely subsided, but there is still some fluid buildup near the Achilles tendon, and the tissue is recovering very slowly.

Richard began treatment after the examination.

Because of his enhanced mental control, he had even greater control over the reshaping of flesh and blood, and unsurprisingly, he quickly recovered from all his injuries.

A few minutes later, Emily seemed to snap out of a daze: "That's it?"

"Give it a try." Richard stood up and, as usual, pinched two fingers together to throw the rubber glove into the trash can.

Emily gently lifted her foot; oh, it didn't hurt.

She jumped lightly again, and it didn't hurt.

She jumped with all her might, but it still didn't hurt.

It's as if I never sprained my ankle!

Emily looked at her feet in astonishment: "You're a miracle worker!"

"Forensic pathologist," Richard corrected.

Emily said with a headache, "Can you please not repeat this again?"

Helen said enviously, "If you had this technique, you could treat NBA players' sprained ankles and charge $100,000 per treatment—you'd be rich!"

One hundred thousand dollars? Richard thought about it, but then decided against it.

It's one thing to touch a beautiful woman's feet, but those soccer stars all have deformed feet, so Richard has no interest in touching them.

Moreover, the more treatments one receives, the easier it is to be exposed.

It would be better to treat the meniscus. If you can catch one or two of them and cure them, you can easily make millions of dollars.

Besides, it's not necessarily the case that I'll have to pay for it myself; Christina might have enough money, and she could negotiate the price.

The three of them finished their meal chatting and laughing.

Having two beautiful women sitting next to you while you eat breakfast will make any man feel much better.

The three chatted for a while longer.

Richard suddenly felt a malicious gaze coming from the building across the street.

That malice was just like the person who stalked him outside Katrina's clinic!

Richard squinted and looked over.

Sure enough, they discovered that someone on the opposite building was looking this way with binoculars.

Richard said calmly, "Alright, I'm going back."

Helen was somewhat disappointed.

Emily added, "When are you going to have dinner with me?"

Richard made a phone call gesture to his ear and then went back to his room.

He deliberately opened the window and looked out, just like stretching after getting up in the morning.

The person with binoculars immediately ducked behind the curtains.

That's right, they're watching me.

Richard decisively released the fly puppet that had been tracking Giselle.

A fly flew out of the window, quickly traversed a space of over a hundred meters, flew into the other person's room, circled once, and returned, landing on Richard's hand.

Richard immediately saw the situation of the monitor.

There are two people in total, and they should be working in shifts around the clock.

The room was piled with takeout containers, instant coffee canisters, and several cups filled with cigarette butts.

There was a surveillance camera on the table, facing his window.

There was a floor plan of the apartment on the wall, with a red circle drawn around my room.

Look at this equipment; there are even two shotguns leaning against the corner.

This level of firepower is clearly beyond what's needed to deal with a doctor.

Moreover, their backs are so straight, like a soldier's straight back, they are definitely not gang members!

Richard thought for a moment, picked up his phone, and dialed Lyon's number.

"Hey, Richard. Are you alright?" Leon asked with delight.

"Not bad, Connor..." Richard probed.

"Oh, poor Connor. He died a terrible death. His funeral is next week, do you want to come?"

Richard said, "I won't go. You know I don't get along with him."

Lyon replied understandingly, "I understand."

The two had a very bad relationship on the ship.

But life is unpredictable. The two were still arguing on the ship when Connor died not long after they disembarked.

The two sighed.

Lyon started complaining again: "My precious boat has three scratches on the paint and is now back at the factory for repairs. Those damn water police are a bunch of rude beasts. John can't even keep an eye on it."

After chatting for a while, Richard hung up the phone.

Lyon is fine for now, but the ship needs to be returned to the shipyard for repairs. Is this some kind of test?

Richard once again sent the fly into the watcher's room.

Perhaps we can obtain more information.

Along the riverbank, yellow tape was used to create a warning line.

A blue Chevrolet was slowly lowered onto the lawn by a crane.

The yellow tape rattled and rustled in the river breeze.

The water ghost floated to the surface, rested for a moment, and then sank again, seemingly searching for something.

Brody looked grim.

Giselle is dead!

He stood by the car, hands in his pockets, brows furrowed.

Police and forensic experts are investigating.

The car windows were open, all three doors were locked, but the driver's side door was open.

The car was covered in mud, and documents were scattered everywhere.

Some things are probably lost; they're likely at the bottom of the river.

The seatbelt buckles were also open, and there appeared to be no signs of a struggle.

"Her lungs were full of water, which means she drowned accidentally, not that she died first and was then pushed into the water."

The forensic doctor quickly determined: "The safety latches and the fact that the car door was open indicate that she was in a hurry to escape, but she didn't have time to get out."

"It looks like an accident; there were no signs of a struggle. She was very unlucky..."

The search for the water ghost is still ongoing, but the chances are slim.

The river is very turbulent, and some people may be swept far away.

Brody remained silent.

He knew this was no accident!

After some of the recovered documents were photographed by the police, Brody took them back to the state attorney general's office.

State Attorney General Corbyn stared at the soaking wet documents, his face turning ashen.

The water stains on the paper spread, blurring the writing into a light blue blob.

Brody reported, "Giselle's body camera is gone. Also, some intelligence from Dean Jacob-Ross has been lost, possibly washed away by the water."

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"This is no accident!" Corbyn's face was extremely grim as he coldly stated, "This is a provocation against the authority of the State Attorney General's office!"