The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 384 Family Man: What she lost was just her life, but what I lost was family time!

"Aren't you afraid?"

The annoyed detective laughed heartily after Chuck's classic American prison humor came out. Then he looked at the silent Indian bald attending doctor and was surprised to discover a problem.

"I'm scared, but I believe in the American dream!"

The bald Indian-origin doctor shrugged and said: "It was an unintentional mistake at best. I believe that the fair justice in the United States will not let me down."

"Looks like you're a true Indian-American!"

Chuck looked at him.

"What's the meaning?"

Detective Amy Santiago was puzzled.

"Real Indians cannot be afraid of American bullying or prison bride culture."

Chuck casually used a few short stories about the so-called untouchables and lizards in India to explain the fact that the United States has only been Indianizing, which annoyed the detectives and stunned them.

"Holy shit!"

Detective Shenfan was shocked: "India is so advanced in this area, even we in the United States are just imitating it?"

If all this is true, it is strange that this balding Indian-origin doctor would be afraid of going to jail as a bride.

Can those big, ruthless men in prison be sharper than lizards?

"After all, India has thousands of years of history, and the United States has only been established for about 200 years."

Chuck said something, and suddenly said to the balding Indian attending doctor who was facing him: "Since you are so pursuing the perfection of your behavior to prove yourself, you should not make such a stupid mistake. In the end, the person responsible for the treatment was not

do not you?"

Dr. Reitz's expression froze.

"This morning the Immigration Service received a letter of recommendation from Dr. Edward Oster."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "There was trouble just yesterday. As the attending doctor, you are about to face prosecution. As the director of surgery, not only did he not fire you or treat you coldly at this time, but he recommended you and provided you with a formal job. Why?

?”

"buy!"

Detective Amy Santiago blurted out.

"OMG! I'm so awesome!"

The troubled detective exclaimed: "Santiago, do you remember what I complained about before? First the intern, then the resident, then the attending doctor. Only the director of surgery was left without asking. Now it seems that I went directly to the director of surgery.

Dr. Edward Auster, this case directly gets to the point."

"you are great."

Detective Amy Santiago sneered, and then looked at Chuck: "Is he taking the blame for his boss? But that's Dr. Edward Auster! How could he make such a low-level mistake!"

"I know!"

Detective Shenfan couldn't wait to shout out: "Didn't you realize that his drinking capacity is as bad as his name? We went to see him just now, it was only eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and he was still at work. He couldn't leave his hand with alcohol. It was very difficult for him to drink.

It's obvious that he is a heavy drinker."

"No wonder Chuck, you mentioned in front of him that Dr. House, who was forced to detoxify from addiction, would be worse off than dead."

Detective Amy Santiago ignored the detective's bluster as if he had seen through everything, but said to Chuck with admiration: "You had already thought of this at that time, right?"

"Didn't you notice anything unusual at that time?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"I thought he wasn't on duty..."

Detective Amy Santiago said ashamedly.

"Dr. Reitz, do you have anything to say?"

Chuck looked at the bald Indian doctor who looked a little flustered.

"I……"

Dr. Reitz opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"You don't think you're the only one who knows that Dr. Edward Auster handled this medical record, do you?"

Chuck said bluntly: "Are you just here? Don't you know there is a famous saying in American hospitals? There are no secrets in hospitals!"

Dr. Reitz immediately glanced around in panic. All the actions of the medical staff in the distance seemed to be put in slow motion. They seemed to be inadvertently looking at this place with their peripheral vision, and there seemed to be countless information exchanges in their eyes.

.

He knew what Chuck said was right.

There are no secrets in hospitals.

The new intern and the famous chief of neurosurgery are kissing passionately in the elevator. The new intern and the famous chief of cardiothoracic surgery are in the lounge reliving the vibration principle of bunk beds in college. The new intern and the nurse are in the toilet.

Nurses and pharmacists in the pharmacy...

These gossips, let alone being spread after the fact, can be said to be broadcast live in real time, except that there is no live video.

Of course, the person who dares to get passionate in the elevator has video evidence.

In this case, the hospital really has no secrets.

What's more, he was not the only one present at that time.

"Do you like America?"

Chuck asked.

"like!"

The balding Dr. Reitz forced a smile and answered sincerely: "I just like it so much that I brought my wife and children here. Everything I do is for our family to stay."

"Are you sure you want to be a qualified American?"

Chuck ignored the look in his eyes begging for mercy.

"One hundred percent!"

The bald Dr. Reitz nodded firmly.

"Then let me tell you, real Americans don't care about loyalty."

Chuck said bluntly: "Haven't you heard that famous saying? Loyalty is just the price of betrayal, and compromise and transaction are the real art! Dr. Edward Auster gave his own price, and you can also measure it.

my own.

On the one hand, I am destined to find out the truth that cannot be concealed. If you do not cooperate, you will be prosecuted for multiple crimes.

I know you are not afraid of going to jail, but your medical license will be completely revoked, you will be deported after you are released from prison, and you will never be able to naturalize in the United States.

I think you know better than anyone the pain of spiritual Americans being unable to become true Americans.

The prices offered by Dr. Edward Auster are of no use to you.

On the other hand, if you cooperate with us, as long as we make sure that you made no intolerable mistakes in this case, we will not prosecute you and you will still have a chance to stay in the United States."

"What about my medical license?"

Dr. Reitz had already followed Chuck's train of thought and couldn't help but care about the most immediate issue.

"We don't care about this, the Doctors Association will take care of it."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "But I think in this case, your medical license will not be revoked for sure, and in the worst case, it will be revoked. As long as you can stay, you can easily afford to live in a big house even if you wash dishes."

Hey, breathing the sweetest air is ten thousand times better than your homeland, which is crowded with people and smells of sweat and shit, isn't it?"

As he said that, he saw Dr. Reitz's expression was twisted and his eyes were tangled. After waiting for a few seconds, Chuck turned and left: "Let's go to find the resident doctor who handled the situation and the nurse who was there at the time!"

"Can you let me think about it carefully?"

Dr. Reitz followed quickly and whispered.

"Can."

Chuck nodded: "Since you haven't been naturalized yet, let me tell you another interesting American judicial common sense, called the Prisoner's Dilemma.

It is said that one case can prosecute multiple suspects, but if the suspects do not speak to each other, the final result will be in court, because there is insufficient evidence, and the prosecutor will not be able to prosecute anyone.

But the prosecutor obviously didn't want to lose so ugly.

So they will give the suspect who is willing to cooperate first a pardon agreement or a deal agreement that replaces a felony with a misdemeanor. Whoever opens the door first gets it.

Suspects who do not speak or speak late will be brought to light by prosecutors with sufficient evidence, and will eventually be given a heavy sentence in court.

You can bet on whether other people are as insistent on not cooperating as you are, and in this case, there will be nothing you can do.

rest assured.

You still have time!"

"I don't recommend you do this."

Detective Amy Santiago reminded sympathetically: "This is Detective Chuck! Even if you all don't speak, the final result will not change."

"The countdown is already ticking, do you hear it?"

The annoyed detective simulated a countdown sound next to Dr. Reitz: "They are different from you, but they are all authentic Americans. Maybe they are slippery, oh, no! To be precise, they are skilled in trading.

Art~”

"OK! I said!"

Dr. Reitz saw the female resident who had dealt with him approaching the female resident who was dealing with him amidst the disturbing sound of the annoying simulated countdown. She looked over at her with panic in her eyes, and her legs and feet were really showing signs of bending.

, I couldn’t hold it any longer immediately.

"That woman, Susan, came to the hospital complaining of muscle pain. Originally we were going to inject her with meperidine, but then she remembered that she had taken phenazine. The two cannot be taken together, otherwise it will quickly lead to death.

.”

When Dr. Reitz saw Chuck and the other two people stop and look over, he didn't bother to discuss the terms first and directly told what he knew.

"I was about to change the medicine. Dr. Edward Oster came in and took meperidine directly to inject it into the patient. I reminded him, but he said he knew what he was doing. You also know that I am just a person who has not yet been naturalized.

A foreign doctor, and Dr. Edward Oster is a famous American doctor and the chief surgeon of this hospital. He has absolute rights. How dare I contradict him?"

"You knew it would kill the patient, but you didn't dare to contradict him?"

Detective Amy Santiago's eyes widened and she shouted in disbelief: "Are you still a doctor?!"

"I wasn't the only one!"

Dr. Reitz said anxiously: "Several residents were following the ward rounds. I looked at them, and they looked at me. No one dared to say a word. When I reacted, Dr. Edward Oster had already transferred the ward.

Cold medicine is injected into the patient's body, the drug reacts too quickly, and everything is too late."

"And then how did Dr. Edward Auster react?"

Chuck asked.

"He was stunned for a while, and then seemed to react, and then directed us to carry out rescue operations."

Dr. Reitz said: "Afterwards, he talked to us one by one. I don't know about the others, but I think they all provided enough benefits."

After saying this, he smiled bitterly and said: "It doesn't even require benefits, as long as he speaks, no one dares not to listen, unless he doesn't want to be a doctor anymore.

But we have worked hard for so many years and taken on so many loans, isn’t it just to become a doctor with a generous salary?

We actually have no choice at all!”

"He was drinking at the time?"

Chuck asked again.

"Drink."

Dr. Reitz nodded: "We can all smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body."

"Okay, you go to the police station after get off work and cooperate with me to record a confession."

Chuck said.

"What about me?"

Dr. Reitz asked fearfully.

"You're not important now."

Detective Shenfan complained: "Compared to Dr. Edward Auster, you are just a nobody. Believe me, the prosecutor will not care about giving you a discharge agreement to allow you to appear in court to accuse the real criminal!"

"Peralta, take him to the police station to record a statement now!"

Chuck looked at the lost Dr. Reitz and ordered.

"That's fine."

The detective Shenfan complained: "Save another unspeakable medical accident from happening again!"

With that said, he accompanied Dr. Reitz to hand over the work, and then left the hospital.

Chuck and Detective Amy Santiago went to find the female resident at the time. Originally, she wanted to persist, but under Chuck's pressure, she quickly knelt down.

I almost knelt down in a literal sense. My knees were relatively soft. If Detective Amy Santiago hadn't held me in time, I might have been so weak that I knelt on the ground.

"Two or three times a month, he will call and say he will come later. He is often late because of his drinking. We call this alcoholic liver ward rounds. This is an open secret.

No one dares to question Dr. Oster, and after so many years, we don’t think this affects his medical judgment.”

"Then Susan died."

Detective Amy Santiago corrected coolly.

"...Susan Wardrickey did have pneumonia when she came in! Poor girl, she was just going to be prescribed aspirin and antibiotics."

The female resident said in pain: "Dr. Oster doesn't look drunk. He has always been like this. We didn't react at all..."

"What benefit did he give you?"

Detective Amy Santiago interrupts.

"I am a resident doctor. Do you know what a resident doctor is?"

The female resident laughed miserably and said: "I am an intern who needs to live in the hospital. I have no job security and long working hours. I am also a single mother who needs to raise children. When he proposed to give me freedom to arrange my working hours, what do you think I should do?

How to do it?"

"Do what a doctor should do!"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help shouting.

"Do what a man should do!"

Chuck corrected: "Don't blame everything on your family! Other people's children are also human beings. It's not other people's children who just died. And your children were enjoying the caring care of nannies in a luxurious mansion, and then it was you who lost them."

Parent-child time! Believe me, if you really have that free time, you won’t spend all of it on your children, or even half of it!”

"yes!"

Detective Amy Santiago thought about it carefully and found that this was indeed the case, and said angrily: "It's not that you can't be with your children, you just have less time to spend with them. But Susan's family has lost her forever, or because

Your sin, no one should compare these two things! How dare you!!!"

"..."

The female resident was stunned there and didn't even react for a moment.

its not right.

She usually talks about her children and family members, and no matter what, she can always gain some understanding.

After all, family is almost synonymous with Xia. It is the most important value of family that can be understood even if it leads to the end of the world. Why does it feel like it has the opposite effect now?

(End of chapter)