American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"This hell joke is not funny at all."

The troubled detective, whose scalp was numb after what Chuck said to him, tried hard to smile and wanted to confirm again from Chuck in order to get Chuck's "Bazinga kidding", I was just joking. 'Such a 180-degree turn.

But no.

Under Chuck's still expressionless gaze, he knew that Chuck, who always had a dry sense of humor, really didn't mean anything cold this time.

it is true! ! !

This thought exploded in the mind of the troubled detective, like an atomic bomb exploding, destroying the calm humor that allowed him to talk and laugh at any time in the past.

With his mouth open and his face numb, his eyes fell on Didi's mother. He saw that she was still lying on the hospital bed and posing unconsciously, as if she was completely immune to such shock waves and extremes under the terrifying news of an atomic bomb explosion. high temperature.

He turned and left the ward, heading to the intensive care unit to find Didi's bedside doctor.

This was a male doctor in his thirties, wearing a white coat. He was lying next to the nurse's table, writing medical records quickly. When he saw the shadow of the annoyed detective covering him, he raised his eyes and looked over. He recognized him and looked away. Continuing to write the medical records, he said: "Didi's condition has not improved. We are monitoring her condition at all times and will notify you of any progress as soon as possible."

The troubled detective repeated Chuck's words expressionlessly.

"What did you say?"

The doctor who was in charge of the little girl Didi paused while writing the medical record with a pen and suddenly looked up. He was obviously shocked when he heard the distracted detective numbly relaying Chuck's request.

However, as a doctor, he is well-informed about such crimes that require medical assistance. He quickly reacted and frowned: "Are you sure you want to do such a test? There is no evidence that..."

At this point, he was interrupted by Detective Shenfan: "If you don't check it, of course there will be no signs unless it's serious enough to be visible to the naked eye."

"...Is there a source? Who did it?"

The doctor in charge couldn't help but ask.

He knew that it would be impossible for the police to arrange such an inspection without any signs and information. This would have to be recorded afterwards.

If you make a mistake and are held accountable by your family, you can easily get into big trouble.

The troubled detective didn't say anything, but gave him a self-aware look, which immediately confirmed his suspicions to the bedside doctor. The bedside doctor took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that any normal person would feel when hearing this kind of news. He said with a straight face: "I'll make arrangements right now!"

The earlier this check is done, the better.

The troubled detective watched the doctor in charge leave and saw him walking to the end of the corridor and whispering to a female doctor. Then the smile on the female doctor's face disappeared.

The female doctor strode over, greeted the nurse, walked into the intensive care unit, and drew the curtain to block the annoying detective's view.

After a while.

The curtain was opened again. The female doctor threw the disposable gloves on her hands into the trash can and nodded to the annoying detective with an ugly expression.

"Farke!"

Detective Shenfan punched the wall.

"You catch this son of a bitch!"

The female doctor walked directly to Detective Shenfan, explained her examination results in professional terms, then looked directly into Detective Shenfan's eyes and solemnly made her request.

right!

It’s a requirement!

Not a request!

The annoyed detective didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously, turned around and went to find Chuck to tell him the result.

But Chuck nodded calmly, neither surprised nor angry.

The annoyed detective opened his mouth, but said nothing. He tried to adjust his breathing and moved his expression closer to Chuck.

Anger doesn't help.

Not letting this beast go is the most important thing he should do now!

"what do you think?"

At this time, a man in a white coat came over and looked at Didi's mother who was posing with a smile.

"I want to take some more medicine, you know."

Didi's mother leaned back, turned around and smiled at the doctor.

"In a while."

The doctor smiled, then looked at Chuck and Detective Shenfan: "I'm afraid I have to ask you to come back later."

"Have the test results come out?"

Chuck looked at the doctor expressionlessly.

"not yet."

The doctor shook his head: "How could it be so fast?"

"Go and hurry!"

Chuck looked at him: "I want to know the results immediately and handle her discharge procedures at the same time."

"The laboratory has laboratory rules..."

The doctor retorted, but when Chuck and Chuck stared at her with almost identical expressionless eyes, he suddenly couldn't speak any more. He could only gesture inquiringly to the two of them to look at the scars on Didi's mother's face: "Her face Injury?"

"This kind of injury requires hospitalization and painkillers?"

Detective Shenfan said coldly.

"I'm going to rush the lab right away."

The doctor didn't dare to say anything more and left quickly.

This kind of injury certainly does not require hospitalization, and even painkillers are optional.

But as a doctor in an American hospital, he has already been used to it, either actively or passively, that is, no matter what the disease is, give him a dose of painkillers first, and if they are not enough, he will double them.

The reason for prescribing as many painkillers as possible to prevent patients from suffering is very useful to American doctors.

In fact, there is no need to go to the laboratory to rush for the results. The doctor is 100% sure that this woman is an addict.

Since the police didn't want the female patient to take drugs, he naturally didn't dare to say anything.

"I want painkillers! I'm in pain."

The mother of the little girl Didi said coquettishly and dissatisfiedly.

That’s right!

Just acting coquettishly.

I almost vomited the detective Shenfeng, and the more I realized that this was a morbid mental illness that was twisted by his bad character and his abnormal family and his abnormal psychiatrist husband.

With the doctor's proactive urging, the results were quickly available at the laboratory.

Sure enough, the calf product tested positive.

After being reminded by Chuck, the troubled detective took Didi's mother, who continued to act coquettishly and asked for painkillers, back to the police station.

"Do not impulse."

After returning home, I had an exchange with Detective Amy Santiago. After seeing Detective Amy Santiago stunned, she rushed to the interrogation room with an angry face. The annoyed detective hugged her and held her tightly. Detective Amy Santiago teaches her beastly father a lesson.

"You're just beating him now to help him get away with it!"

Chuck reminded him expressionlessly.

"yes."

Detective Shenfan hugged his partner tightly: "Listen to Chuck, wait until he sits in jail. For his crimes that are outrageous to both humans and gods, he will be very miserable in prison, far worse than you beating him now." Countless times!”

There are many talented people in American prisons, and naturally there is also a chain of contempt.

When able-bodied prisoners enter, they are well cared for by other prisoners in the prison.

Not to mention a beastly father like Jacob Ronsten.

"Think about Recian Psychotherapy. Soon he will have enough Recian Psychotherapy clients, and the number of clients will only be limited to how many he can handle."

Chuck reminded seriously: "Even if it's for the development of psychology, you know what to do."

"Oh God! How can there be such scum in this world!"

After being repeatedly reminded by Chuck, Detective Amy Santiago finally gave up her obsession with rushing in and beating up her beastly father. She looked up at the sky and made an accusation that she couldn't understand.

"Dr. Jacob Ronsten?"

A lawyer in a suit and tie walked in with a briefcase, said the name of his client, and then walked up to the three people as a reminder, smiled slightly, and began to defend his client: "You have no right to detain my client. .”

"Do you know what he did?!!!"

Detective Amy Santiago yelled at the lawyer with an American smirk.

"Please control your emotions, Detective!"

The lawyer's smile remained unchanged: "No matter what you accuse my client of doing, I must say that these are all your speculations, not facts! Only the result after the trial can be the truth of the matter! So~"

After saying this, he shrugged and put on an expression that you know, but he kept paying attention to Chuck's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

That’s right!

He recognized Chuck.

All right!

It’s impossible for anyone in the New York legal community not to recognize Detective Chuck!

After all, ordinary citizens may not care about Chuck's news, but New York legal professionals may encounter the incredibly tough-minded Detective Chuck at any time.

How could lawyers who care about their careers not pay special attention to this giant shark that broke into the New York legal world and caused a storm.

But knowing is knowing.

For practitioners in the legal industry who need fame as much as literary and artistic workers, every aspiring lawyer must have thought about meeting Detective Chuck.

If we win, it will be a bloody gain!

If he hadn't known that Detective Chuck was not easy to mess with, I'm afraid someone would have taken the initiative to cause trouble and fight against Detective Chuck.

As long as you win one and a half moves, it will be a huge reputation.

And this reputation can be exchanged for substantial and huge benefits.

So he tried hard to suppress his inner urge, and there was an eagerness to try in his eyes.

"How much do you charge?"

Chuck caught his glance and looked at him expressionlessly.

"What?"

The lawyer was stunned, but he thought he understood what Chuck wanted to say. He shrugged and smiled: "450 US dollars an hour, although it is not as good as the top lawyers who charge 1,000 US dollars an hour, and the legendary 1,600 US dollars an hour. charges, but I am confident that one day..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chuck: "How much does Jacob Ronsten charge per hour as a psychiatrist?"

"I'm not sure about this."

The lawyer looked at Chuck and answered cautiously, but with pride in his eyes.

The fees charged by a psychiatrist are far higher than those charged by a lawyer.

"I'm telling you, he charges $120 an hour."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said expressionlessly: "But because Lechian's psychotherapy methods are so outrageous, there are very few patients who are willing to see him, and his annual income is less than $40,000.

His wife is a full-time housewife and has two children.

Tell me, how does he own a house worth $1.4 million, have a high quality of daily life, and still be able to afford you, a well-known lawyer who charges $450 an hour? "

"I don't know about this...rich parents?"

The lawyer's smile faltered and he said with a sneer.

"No!"

Chuck denied expressionlessly.

"He's selling calves!"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but yelled: "The money that hired you was all drug money, didn't you know?"

"This is slander!"

The lawyer subconsciously retorted, but under Chuck's gaze, he couldn't maintain his righteousness when he blurted out. He forced a smile and said: "This is still inconclusive, please treat it rationally, and I am only the lawyer hired by Dr. Ronsten, not him. The accountant really doesn’t know much about Dr. Ronsten’s financial status.”

"This isn't the first time he's invited you, isn't it?"

Chuck did not let him go, and still said calmly: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have arrived so quickly.

This means that you have been in contact before.

No lawyer, in order to make money, will know nothing about his client's financial situation. "

"I really do not know!"

The lawyer was a little panicked, and could hardly hold on to his forced smile, and tried hard to explain: "I have indeed served Dr. Ronsten before, and as a lawyer, I do estimate the financial strength of my clients.

This is also to ensure that you can receive rewards for your hard work. This is reasonable, isn't it?

But that doesn't mean I need to know all that much about Dr. Ronsten's financial situation.

All I need to know is that he's a doctor!

Even if a doctor is no longer as profitable as our lawyers, he can still afford my legal fees if he is willing.

It's that simple!

I swear I don't know anything else! "

"Please control your emotions, lawyer!"

Chuck said expressionlessly: "No matter if you swear that you don't know what your client did, I must say that these are just your own words, not facts! Only the result after the trial is the truth of the matter! so~”

"..."

The lawyer looked ugly and was speechless.

These words were what he had said to the female police detective just now, but he didn't expect that he would be retorted back so quickly by Chuck almost intact.

If it had been anyone else, he could have dismissed it.

Because he might have vaguely guessed that Jacob Ronsten had problems with his income as a psychiatrist, but this did not prevent him from collecting money to do things.

There's no evidence of his mental activity, is there?

But now it was Detective Chuck who said this, and the words he used to retaliate against him were almost the same as he just said, which involved the idea that the outcome of the trial determines the truth.

This made him very uneasy.

It is true that no one can prove his mental activity, and he is indeed legally safe, that is the fact.

But now that Detective Chuck said this, he suddenly felt unsure.

After all, just now he knew that his client had committed a crime, yet he still walked in confidently and loudly said that the detectives' speculations were not facts, but the results of the trial were.

So now it's very possible that Detective Chuck knew he was telling the truth, but could have used the same methods he used to twist the truth as if he were quoting him directly.

This is terrible.

"What do you want me to do?"

The lawyer thought about it again and again, and now that he had made a choice, he looked at Chuck with a smile: "How about I withdraw directly? Or what kind of plea deal do you offer that I need to persuade him to accept?"

"No plea bargain! No need to withdraw!"

Chuck said bluntly: "Do your best to defend him."

"He just doesn't like your attitude!"

The troubled detective saw the lawyer's confused face and directly told the reason why Chuck did this.

"..."

The lawyer's mouth twitched.

Okay!

After doing this, it turned out that it was just to suppress his momentum.

Is this interesting?

He is ready to kneel down...

PS: I recommend a novel written by a fan author of an American drama. The leader recommended the author to read it before in the group.

"The Killing of American Horrors Begins at a Fatal Turn" is a novel about killing killers and monsters from European and American movies and upgrading them. It stitches together some of the DND settings and has a dense content of jokes. It is recommended to watch.