Inside the tailor shop.
The old tailor kept measuring with the tape.
"So, about the fabric..."
"I prefer Italian wool fabrics."
"No problem."
Oden indeed needed a new suit.
This kind of high-end custom tailoring suited him.
Lately, Attorney Oden has been earning quite a bit.
Getting a new set of clothes to reward himself.
However, regarding Zhou Mo Sen and Howard.
Oden had been keeping a close eye.
Dr. Zhou is really impressive!
Oden thinks it was Zhou Mo Sen's handiwork without any evidence needed.
And this time, the action didn't go through him, Oden.
This made Oden feel a bit uncomfortable.
Of course, Oden clearly understood.
He definitely had to help Zhou Mo Sen.
Dr. Zhou was currently his biggest financial backer.
Just like that ten thousand US Dollars before.
Oden understood why Zhou Mo Sen gave so much.
He hoped that he could help him deal with Howard properly.
Now it looked like Dr. Zhou had the upper hand.
Yet, this Dr. Howard wasn't easy to handle either.
Look at the report Linda did.
Wasn't that about selling blood and prescribing painkillers?
Howard Clinic's main business was cosmetic surgery.
It surely would have an impact, but those who love beauty.
They won't all stop going to Howard Clinic.
The pursuit of beauty can sometimes be as addictive as drugs.
Oden had full confidence that Zhou Mo Sen would still need him.
"Please wait for about a week, sir."
"Alright."
Measurement completed, Oden left with a smile.
But before Oden could get into his car, a policeman approached.
"You are?"
"Attorney Oden, correct? I'm Sheriff Doyle."
"Is there anything, Sheriff?"
"We noticed you've been getting close to Dr. Zhou Mo Sen lately."
"He's an important client of mine, is there a problem?"
"Please don't be upset, we're just conducting a simple investigation. How do you find Dr. Zhou's recent expenditure?"
"Expenditure? His clinic's daily expenses are quite high."
"We're not asking about that, but rather his regular expenditures."
"Regular? Sorry, Dr. Zhou is indeed an important client, but we don't live together."
"Of course, we know that."
"Officer Doyle, I'm cooperating with your investigation, but you know, I could choose not to say anything at all."
"Yes, thank you, Attorney Oden. Have a pleasant day."
Oden gave Doyle a very formal American faux smile.
Then he got into his car.
When the car drove away, it kicked up a cloud of dust.
Sheriff Doyle stood there, not showing any anger.
Soon, a police car arrived in front of him.
"Should we chase after him?"
"Chase him for what."
"Uh?"
The driver was naturally one of Doyle's subordinates.
The same one who followed Doyle into Monroe's office that night.
So what were they up to now?
"I've heard a Chinese proverb."
"What is it?"
"Beat the grass to scare the snake."
"What does it mean?"
"It means to intimidate them, often leading to unexpected effects."
"Oh, it does make sense."
"Drive."
"Uh? Should we chase him?"
"We're heading back to the station."
"Yes, sir."
Sheriff Doyle hadn't given up on that 'nonexistent' money.
The box found in Monroe's clinic, could clearly hold more bills.
He and his subordinates were convinced there were definitely tens of thousands of US Dollars.
Moreover, these tens of thousands of US Dollars weren't reported in the case.
Meaning, this money was nonexistent.
Anyone who got their hands on it, it would be theirs.
Doyle was almost certain that it was Zhou Mo Sen who hid it.
But, he had no evidence and couldn't find the money.
Yet, it was tens of thousands of US Dollars!
How could he easily let it go?
Many of Zhou Mo Sen's actions were without any issues.
But Oden seemed to have struck it rich recently.
This was very suspicious.
Hence, Doyle came over.
This tactic of "beating the grass to scare the snake," was naturally learned from the Chinese.
Hopefully, Oden would reveal more clues.
...
Driving from San Diego to Los Angeles.
About two hundred kilometers.
But in the United States, that's not considered far.
Almost everyone here has a car.
Dr. Howard heard that the French old woman also went to Monroe Clinic.
It really infuriated him.
But luckily, there's no need for another stent.
Instead, he was discharged early.
Drove to Westwood in Los Angeles.
This place isn't very famous.
However, there is a well-known school here.
UCLA.
University of California, Los Angeles, also known as USC.
This school is very large, and this part of Westwood is mainly the School of Medicine.
That is, the University of California, Los Angeles Medical Center.
And Howard, that old guy, has this as his destination.
What is he doing here?
Of course, he's here to see his old classmates; he graduated from here.
Doctors certainly have their own circles.
Soon, he found his old classmate, the renowned Professor of General Surgery.
Frederick Hansen.
"Hey, my old friend, why are you coming to see me?"
"Professor Hansen, I need your help."
This address sounded too formal, and Professor Hansen frowned.
"Is it because of that incident? It's nothing. Maybe they'll just form an investigation team to look into you.
At most, you'll lose your membership in the Health Management Association, but it won't have much impact on your cosmetic business."
Professor Hansen's words indeed had an intent to comfort his old friend.
However, they're quite reasonable too.
But Howard knows clearly.
The impact on his clinic will be significant.
Especially, that old French woman went to Zhou Mo Sen for surgery.
He's already calling people in such terms.
So, Howard went straight to the point.
"I'll be frank. If you can help me deal with my rival, then you'll be the partner in my clinic."
Partner?
Professor Hansen is a General Surgery doctor, and he is also a renowned professor at the UCLA Medical Center.
He can be deemed an authority.
Does he need to be a doctor at a cosmetic clinic?
Certainly not necessary.
And this is the condition Howard offers.
Directly give Professor Hansen profits, and he doesn't have to do anything.
Sounds quite tempting.
Professor Hansen is more curious, "Who is your rival?"
Yes, who is so formidable that makes you highly regard them?
Howard says through gritted teeth: "His name is Zhou Mo Sen, and the clinic is right next to ours."
That 'our clinic' made Professor Hansen hear Howard's sincerity.
But Professor Hansen is more interested in the name Zhou Mo Sen.
A few days ago, Professor Hansen saw a news report.
UCLA Medical Center, the largest medical institution on the West Coast of the United States.
It's also notable globally.
It has created many firsts in the medical world.
For instance, completing a pancreaticoduodenectomy alone.
Also, the first complete pancreatic transplant in human history.
Yes, this is also where Huang Xinxiang used to work.
And the doctor who told Huang Xinxiang 'you're just lucky.'
was Professor Hansen.
This Zhou Mo Sen made his old classmate so embarrassed, and meanwhile, admires that Huang Xinxiang.
Interesting.
"My old friend, what do you plan to do?"
"Preferably revoke his medical license!"
Professor Hansen, upon hearing Howard's remarks, couldn't help but want to laugh.
It seems that Zhou Mo Sen hasn't let his old friend off the hook.
More interesting.
...
Monroe Clinic.
Zhou Mo Sen could not imagine that his standard answer to the interview.
Would attract the attention of a medical authority.
And now, another interesting patient has come to him.
Calling him interesting because this patient has clearly stated in previous consultations.
Wants to talk alone with Dr. Zhou.
Wants to protect privacy.
No problem.
Now meeting, this patient… is male.
And to Zhou Mo Sen's surprise, the man is very strong.
Looks to be in his fifties or sixties, but the muscles are still well-toned.
Was he an athlete before?
Considering how much the man cares about privacy.
Zhou Mo Sen exchanged a couple of pleasantries, the man did not even mention his name.
Let's be direct then.
"You want enlargement, right? It's achievable, though currently our technology only allows autologous fat filling."
Enlargement? What?
A man, so concerned with privacy.
Zhou Mo Sen judged he might be dissatisfied with his member.
Give him a fat member, that's not difficult.
But what Zhou Mo Sen could never expect.
He shook his head, somewhat shyly saying:
"I actually want it to disappear."
Disappear?
Not being a man anymore?
Zhou Mo Sen was shocked, and the patient was even shyer.
"My name is Bruce Jenner. I have a wife and daughter, and I envy them greatly."
Hmm?
What's his name?
Zhou Mo Sen was extremely surprised, and at the same time, another name popped into his mind.
Kardashian Clan.