It's another bright day.
Old Howard arrived at his clinic in a good mood.
The surgery for that elderly French actress was scheduled for the afternoon.
The plan had been finalized, and everything else was prepared.
This old woman had quite a few demands and was very difficult to deal with.
Cohen would be the lead surgeon, with Old Howard providing guidance.
There shouldn't be any issues.
So, after entering the clinic, he said to his assistant.
"Coffee."
Before long, the assistant brought over a cup of Italian espresso.
It seemed to be made with Blue Mountain coffee beans from the aroma.
Old Howard sipped it slowly, as if he were in the romantic Florence.
However, he was also calculating his upcoming plans in his mind.
Monkley shouldn't spill anything carelessly.
But Zhou Mo Sen, this guy had to be eliminated.
He couldn't be allowed to establish himself in San Diego's medical circle.
Howard, being such an experienced doctor, had quite a number of friends too.
He thought of a way, perhaps to approach close friends and start from minor details.
Revoke Zhou Mo Sen's medical license.
But Howard had carefully watched the news in front of the court.
Given the situation at that time, Zhou Mo Sen's handling left no one with any faults to pick.
This kid, very seasoned!
Not easy to deal with...
While Howard was still pondering, his office door was pushed open.
"Teacher."
"What's the matter?"
The visitor was Cohen, looking very flustered.
This wasn't right.
A doctor should remain calm.
Otherwise, how could they handle unexpected situations in surgery?
Howard was about to scold him when Cohen spoke first.
"I received a call earlier, that French patient, canceled!"
"Canceled?"
For a moment, it seemed like Howard hadn't fully grasped Cohen's meaning.
"The surgery was canceled," Cohen explained again.
It seemed now that Howard finally understood.
He was dumbfounded for a moment.
"Why? Why cancel?"
Yes, this doesn't make sense.
Cohen's face looked very unpleasant at the moment, as if there was something difficult to say.
"What exactly happened?"
Old Howard, of course, wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Cohen had no choice but to say, "Teacher, haven't you watched TV?"
TV?
He hadn't watched it much since it was smashed last time.
Fortunately, the news in the United States was rebroadcasted.
Soon, Old Howard was in front of the clinic's TV.
And saw this scene:
"Viewers, do you see this long line?"
Linda was speaking into the camera, as if passionately.
In the footage, a long queue had formed in front of the CSL blood bank.
It's hard to imagine that in the United States, the so-called world's strongest country on Earth,
so many people are lining up to sell their blood.
Of course, Linda made it very clear.
"Donating blood to earn money is reasonable.
But do they really meet the health standards for blood donation?"
She quickly interviewed several people in line to donate blood.
In fact, it wasn't just Old Mo, but also the American local lower-class people.
Both black and white.
Among them, a skinny little Mexican girl drew special sympathy.
"Tell sister, how many times do you donate blood a week?"
"Usually... once."
"Is it really once?"
"Sometimes twice."
"And you're doing okay physically?"
"I think, I should be okay."
Looking malnourished, the girl's answer was also very uncertain.
As for the others...
"But we have no choice!"
"To be able to donate blood, we have to find someone to pass the health check."
"Otherwise, we lose our source of income!"
Health check?
At the mention of this, Old Howard instantly felt an unprecedented fear!
"We bought some quotas from a doctor named Howard."
This was a Mexican blood broker.
And this quota... F*ck!
There was nothing Old Howard didn't understand now.
But buying quotas wasn't something he did alone!
Howard couldn't hold back and cursed, "I'm doing this for you, you ungrateful bastards!"
He said this without concern.
After all, the people on TV couldn't hear him.
But this news report...
That's why that French bitch canceled the surgery!
Moreover, the impact on my and the clinic's reputation...
The news report continued, with Linda next focusing on the Mexican blood broker.
But at this moment, outside Howard Clinic, it became noisy.
"This is bad, a lot of protestors have come outside!"
The assistant came in to report, leaving Old Howard and Cohen dumbfounded.
They hurried to look out the window.
"Vampire!"
"Dr. Howard, you should go to hell!"
"Howard! Stop what you're doing immediately!"
"Vampire! Vampire!"
There were people holding signs, shouting, and even throwing paint.
Goodness, what a scene.
Actually, when it comes to selling blood.
There are indeed many foreign companies opening blood banks in the United States.
Like CSL, an Australian company.
But out of their 80+ blood banks, more than 60 are located in the United States.
The same goes for other blood products companies.
But there's a detail here.
Where is the best place to open a blood bank?
These companies aren't foolish, they are quite clever.
The United States is a middle-class country, they aren't going to sell blood.
And you can't open blood banks in countries like Mexico.
Because there are regulations, the frequency of blood donations isn't as high as in the United States.
So, what to do?
Blood banks are mainly opened in poor areas and places at the US-Mexico border.
Like in San Diego, they have to be opened at the border with Chula Vista.
There's no choice, the area bordering Hill City and Tijuana is a vast wasteland.
Additionally, places like El Paso.
El Paso is a city in Texas, but when you go there, you'll find Mexican flair everywhere.
In other words, the business of selling blood has always existed.
In the lower tiers of American society and among the Mexicans, there's always been a queue to sell blood.
However.
Because of the strategic locations of the blood banks.
The liberal elites couldn't see it.
Now, they see it!
So, they started protesting.
Seeing this scene, Old Howard was both anxious and angry!
Our clinic's reputation, and my reputation...
Old Howard felt a pain in his chest.
"Teacher, we should call the police!"
Cohen's suggestion was a good one.
Old Howard nodded, there wasn't much else to do now.
At the very least, our clinic needs to operate normally.
Thinking further...
KGTV is just a local TV station in San Diego.
Its influence isn't that great.
In other words, it might not reach Hollywood.
Of course, this idea was quite naive.
But Old Howard could only hope for this.
Yet unexpectedly, a familiar figure appeared on TV.
"I want to tell the truth! Actually, that day I first went to Howard Clinic..."
It was that Monkley!
Dr. Howard didn't even need to listen to know what the guy would say.
In a flash, he was so enraged he fainted.
...
There were so many people selling blood, and quite a few crossing the border to do so.
Linda had never even dreamed of this before.
No need to hide it, she herself had some liberal tendencies.
Working in media in California.
Not everyone was liberal, but there's always a bit of it.
So, they did a detailed report.
However, after the program aired.
Linda was a bit scared.
Was the news a bit too much?
CSL is a big company after all, and other blood banks are also quite strong.
Would they sue me?
The news aired last night, and Linda was anxious ever since.
Until she arrived at the TV station today.
"The station manager wants to see you in The Office."
"Okay."
This... Am I going to get scolded?
Linda went over with a nervous heart, and then...
"I just received a call from CSL!"
This... Linda thought her journalism career might be over.
But unexpectedly, the station manager smiled.
"They thanked us for the report and even said they wanted to give you special thanks!"
Thanks?
Linda was stunned.
What's going on?
Actually, it's quite simple.
Your news, for CSL blood banks.
Isn't this just advertising!
Those poor people who need money, will they stop selling blood because of this scandal?
In fact, those who need money but originally didn't sell blood might see this as a way to earn money after the news.
It can be imagined, after this news report spreads.
More people would come to their blood banks to sell blood!
You, Linda, along with KGTV, essentially gave them free advertising.
Of course, they'd be thankful.