The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 393 This Is Too Miserable!

On the witness stand, the accused Edward Auster turned pale.

On the defense seat, the defense lawyer was too lazy to look around at the prosecutor's righteous and awe-inspiring look, and lowered his head with a look of lovelessness.

Everyone knew that the lawsuit was lost.

The barrister hired by him with a lot of money couldn't reverse the defeat and create a miracle.

no way.

It was really the prosecutor who caught the logical loophole in their words, and the attack was so fierce that they couldn't even resist.

Heck!
He and Ben Stone are also old acquaintances, and know that the other party is indeed a very powerful prosecutor, but this time Ben Stone caught the loophole in his words too quickly, and he could directly attack him without thinking, and backhanded The advantage he created was wiped out, and he could even use his strength to fight. This is a completely different realm.

That's right!

At this time, he was thinking about this, and he didn't think about the case anymore.

Because since this case is doomed to fail, there is nothing to be done, and it is useless to think about it.

Anyway, he had already received such a large amount of defense fees, and he was not the one who was sentenced to jail.

The only thing he lost was reputation and success rate.

But as a lawyer, no one can win forever.

He can accept losing once in a while.

So although his expression is unlovable, his mood is not too bad. Everything is just a legal game that does not damage his fundamentals.

"Prosecutor, do you have any other questions to ask?"

The judge looked at Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone, who was still emotionally outputting a large paragraph after reminding himself of the "simplified questioning", and wanted to remind him again, but noticed that most of the audience in the jury and the audience Ladies and gentlemen, looking at the famous doctor on the witness stand after Ben Stone's call, he was already disgusted, so he didn't bother to ask this question anymore, but reminded him patiently.

Unlike the jury, and most of the audience in the auditorium, he actually didn't feel much about the prosecutor's impassioned.

Because Ben Stone said that he was insensitive and didn’t take the patient’s life seriously. He felt that the death of one patient could save two or more patients. Most of them don't want to be the one who was sacrificed innocently and helped more people.

But he is different.

He felt that he would not be the one who was casually sacrificed.

He subconsciously substituted the two people who were cured by the dead patient's transplanted organs.

He is old and has various underlying diseases. Once he gets sick or for a better quality of life, he does need an organ transplant.

The same is true.

In his capacity as a judge, he is not an unknown person. Even if he meets Dr. Edward Oster, the other party will not treat him indiscriminately after drinking.

Fortunately, he is also an experienced old judge, and he is good at presenting a fair appearance. In this situation, the attitude of the jury selected from ordinary people and the vast majority of ordinary people in the audience has been clear. Of course he Not so stupid as to express their different 'objective' views.

"Yes, Your Honor!"

After the routine questioning, to the judge's surprise, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone, who was supposed to end up with the trend, did not choose to end, but still wanted to question the defendant on the witness stand.

Seeing this, the judge could only nod his head slightly, indicating that the prosecutor could continue.

"Dr. Edward Oster, as a physician, do you believe that patients have a right to know what is going on with the physician who treats them?"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone returned to the prosecutor's seat, took a piece of paper written by the African-American assistant, looked down, and then looked up at the defendant on the witness stand.

"Of course, where and from whom did the doctor study."

Although Edward Oster's face was pale, he still maintained his final calmness and answered with words that were very in line with his interests.

He has practiced medicine for 25 years, and he can diagnose and treat even after alcoholism, and even perform surgery.

Although it's not good to say this, but with his alcoholism these years, there have only been less than double-digit deaths, which shows that his mentality is as stable as his hands.

He is worthy of the title of famous doctor, otherwise, if the frequency of accidents is too high, even if he has so many titles and connections, it will be difficult to suppress so many deaths.

It is difficult to completely defeat him at any time.

The same is true now.

He is not desperate.

"What about personal habits?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone pressed.

"I don't think it's necessary."

Edward Oster shook his head.

"you sure?"

Ben Stone came closer and looked at him.

"Unless this personal habit affects the doctor's ability to practice medicine."

Although Edward Auster didn't want to, he could only say what he didn't want to say.

"Then let's talk about it."

Ben Stone walked closer, and asked face to face: "Did you drink at noon today?"

There was an uproar.

The key point of this trial is the defendant's alcoholism, which the defendant has never admitted, but during the trial break just at noon, if the defendant can't help but drink, then you don't need to think about how serious the other party's alcoholism is.

"be opposed to!"

When the defendant couldn't help but look over, the defense lawyer had to stand up and object: "This issue has nothing to do with this case!"

"I approve the question!"

The judge looked at the defendant speechlessly, and then directly announced that the prosecutor's question was valid.

"Drink."

The defendant, Edward Oster, already understood that his drinking at noon had been exposed, so he could only speak.

"More than one cup?"

"How much more than a glass?" asked Ben Stone.

"I'm not sure."

The defendant, Edward Auster, blinked, nodded in acknowledgment, and then shook his head to express that he did not know how much he had drunk.

"Is it between two and five glasses?"

Ben Stone continued to ask.

"I can't remember!"

The defendant, Edward Oster, could no longer keep his composure, and his tone became irritable.

"Dr. Oster, during the noon recess, did you drink six whiskeys on the rocks in the next 45 minutes?"

Ben Stone glanced at Chuck in the audience, and asked the amazing truth that Chuck had just told him.

Whoa!
There was an uproar in the court again.

First of all, they really didn't expect that Edward Oster's alcohol addiction was so great that he would dare to drink like this at this moment.

Second, if the prosecutor hadn't asked, they really didn't see that the defendant Edward Oster had been drinking.

And since the prosecutor dared to say it in court at such a moment, it must be the truth.

In other words, the experiment that the defendant had been unwilling to do before had actually been done on his own initiative, and one of the results was that the defendant, who drank so much alcohol in such a short period of time, really seemed sober.

This once again deepened their understanding of the bad behavior of being accused of knowing that they are alcohol addicts and practicing medicine with dangerous alcoholism all the time, which can be called intentionally causing medical malpractice.

"be opposed to!"

The defense lawyer got up again and said that I was still there: "The trial in the morning made my client very depressed, so he couldn't help drinking."

"Drinking when you're depressed, and drinking when you're happy."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone said calmly: "Does Dr. Oster have any other emotions that are not alcoholic?"

After finishing speaking, ignore the defense lawyer who was no longer distracted, and looked directly at the judge: "Your Honor, the prosecution requested a policeman to conduct an alcohol test on the defendant Dr. Oster on the spot."

"be opposed to!"

Defense attorneys rose again to object.

"Your Honor, I need to prove that the defendant who looks normal and not drunk is actually drunk and unable to control himself."

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone made the point: "That's the heart of the case, isn't it?"

"I allow it!"

The judge nodded: "Summon a policeman to court."

"Your Honor, I am a policeman!"

Detective Amy Santiago, in the audience, was the first to rise and raise her hand.

"license!"

Detective Amy Santiago, as one of the detectives investigating the case, of course the judge recognized it, and he directly agreed.

Detective Amy Santiago came up, adjusted his clothes, and looked at the defendant on the witness stand with a serious expression: "Sir, please stand up!"

"This is going too far!"

The defendant, Edward Auster, could not help but lose his temper.

As a normal famous doctor who talks and laughs with great scholars but has no white friends, for many years, no policeman would stop his car unwisely to check for drunk driving.

This kind of behavior of being directed to make various actions is simply humiliating in his eyes.

"Do as the detective bids, Dr. Oster!"

The judge sternly reminded.

The defendant Edward Oster could only get up, and then, under the command of Detective Amy Santiago, walked out of the witness stand and came to the open space in front of him.

"According to the NYPD duty manual, I will take a standard DUI test!"

Detective Amy Santiago explained, then stood in front of the defendant and demonstrated: "Sir, please raise your arms at shoulder height, close your eyes, and point your finger to your nose!"

Under the watchful eyes of the judge, the defendant Edward Oster could only follow the example of Detective Amy Santiago and do it again. He thought it was a simple matter that he could handle by himself, but when he closed his eyes, he heard what was going on in the courtroom. There was an uproar again.

He immediately felt bad, but for a moment he didn't know what was wrong, so he quickly opened his eyes and followed the gazes of everyone, only to realize that his fingers were not pointing at his nose, but pointing at his eyes.

Do not!
He didn't even make a gesture of pointing his fingers, but spread his palms on his eye sockets.

"This is too bad!"

The annoying police detective complained beside Chuck: "Ordinary alcoholics are better than him. It is said that he drinks like this and dares to go to the ward rounds to treat patients. No wonder even the interns are going to give their patients to him when they see him." Hidden."

"None of these doctors, however, hid their patients."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"Ugh!"

Detective God Annoyed sighed, "Life is not easy."

The trial is temporarily over.

The jury went in to confer a verdict, and soon they came out.

This is not good news for the accused.

Because under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the jury to reach a consensus, and all must be convicted or all not guilty before this result can come out.

Therefore, the general jury will toss for several hours after entering, and even several days without a result.

But now that it came out so quickly, everyone knew the result based on the jury's reaction during the trial, without needing to observe Chuck's micro-expression.

The result was not surprising. When the judge asked the jury to give a verdict, the leader of the jury gave a guilty result.

"It's over! With this final incident, even if the defendant appeals, there is no way to overturn the case."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone walked in front of Chuck and solemnly shook hands to thank him: "It's all thanks to you! Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Chuck said frankly: "I said, this is the most suitable chicken to make an example to others."

"Then who is that monkey?"

Detective God Annoyance asked with a smile.

Chuck raised his glasses, but didn't answer.

"It's a pity that it's all like this, and he was released on bail successfully."

Detective Amy Santiago said unhappily: "Let him go to jail, I'm afraid we have to wait until the appeal is dismissed."

"No way, it's all about making money."

Detective God Annoyed complained.

The African-American prosecutor's assistant and his boss looked at each other, and understood what the annoying police detective was complaining about. To some extent, the court bail system expects the prisoner to run away after paying a huge amount of bail, and then confiscate the huge amount of bail money to generate income. As for justice What, you can still let the police arrest and bring him to justice.

As for rich criminals who can fly directly abroad without being extradited back, that is another matter.

"How did you know?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant couldn't help but looked at Chuck and asked, "He doesn't seem to be drinking at all!"

Ben Stone looked over too.

He actually thought of this, because his father was an alcoholic, he couldn't help drinking at noon every day, and he never changed.

But the trial in the morning was so smooth with Chuck's help that he didn't even think of using this to deepen the effect of the crit.

But when Chuck sent a text message to inform the African-American assistant, and the African-American assistant wrote this on a piece of paper and told him, he understood it at that time.

"He's a real alcoholic and drinks all the time."

Chuck explained with a blank expression, and then looked at the aggrieved Detective Amy Santiago: "Do you think it's a good thing for him to get out on bail?"

"Isn't it?"

Detective Amy Santiago.

In her mind, she wished that this bastard and famous doctor who disregarded human life would go to prison to 'enjoy happiness' as soon as possible, and she didn't want to delay for a moment.

"Elijah was killed."

Chuck shared a piece of news he had just received.

"OMG!"

Detective Amy Santiago exclaimed, and then the depression on her face completely disappeared. Looking at the defendant Edward Astor, who was surrounded by the media and asked whether he would appeal, her eyes even showed sympathy.

The reputation that I have worked so hard for in this life has been completely destroyed.

Now it is really embarrassing to have to choose between going to jail immediately or delaying time outside and facing death threats at any time!

But her sympathy was also full of playfulness and amusement.

This kind of choice is indeed very embarrassing, but the premise is that it must be an individual!
And this Edward Oster, what he did, was actually no longer a person in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)