Probably, there is still some time before the sun sets.
On the beach in San Diego.
Some sea lions are lazily lying in the shade.
When they notice people watching them,
these sea lions wave a flipper to greet them.
"Wow! So cute! The way they wave..."
Without a doubt, the young girl can't resist such a cute attack.
The girl is very beautiful.
In the sunlight, the color of her eyes is quite special.
No matter how casually she dresses, she can't hide her tall and well-proportioned figure.
Let's not even mention her delicate and charming face.
But the man beside her totally ruins the mood.
"That's not a hand, it's a flipper."
Is it really necessary to point that out?
Luckily, the girl is still very happy.
"Okay, I get it, it's a flipper."
Seeing how happy and adorable she remains,
the man can only smile helplessly.
"I tricked you."
The girl remains unchanged, "I know."
The man raises an eyebrow, "You knew before?"
The girl laughs: "How is that possible?"
"So you mean my trickery is quite impressive?"
"Haha..."
The girl's laughter is full of joy, as if being tricked is also a happy thing.
The man is Zhou Mo Sen, and the girl is naturally Alexandra Daddario.
With everything at this point, the placebo therapy certainly can't continue.
But, he should explain things to this girl.
Zhou Mo Sen asked Richard if he could talk to Alexandra alone.
One can imagine Richard's expression at that request.
However, Alexandra agreed without hesitation.
She even acted cute with her father.
So, the two of them are watching sea lions on the coastal highway.
While Prosecutor Richard waits in a nearby car.
Seeing his daughter so happy...
The prosecutor's grip on the steering wheel could almost break it.
Zhou Mo Sen, are you flirting with someone's daughter right in front of them?
No, no.
This is a conversation between a doctor and a patient.
Purely a doctor-patient relationship.
After laughing, Alexandra looks seriously at Zhou Mo Sen.
"Actually, what I'm more worried about is, in the future, will I..."
As she speaks, the girl's face turns red.
Zhou Mo Sen knows exactly what she's trying to say, "How about I give you a prescription?"
Hearing this, the girl naturally becomes eager.
"What prescription?"
"Eat well, sleep well, study well, work well."
That's it?
But the girl immediately understands.
Laughing, she says, "Live well, right?"
Zhou Mo Sen nods, "You'll become even more beautiful."
The girl's face instantly turns red at these words.
But Alexandra loves hearing it.
"Really?"
"Really."
"By the way, that professor said your treatment has no theoretical basis."
"Forget about those damned theories? Keep a good mood, and people will become beautiful."
"I've never heard such a statement before."
The girl's eyes are extraordinarily beautiful, now even more clear and transparent.
Zhou Mo Sen doesn't deny being attracted by her beauty, but what he values more is.
Her bravery outside the courtroom.
"So do you believe me?"
This question seems unrelated to becoming beautiful or the treatment.
But the girl answers quite frankly.
"I believe."
Zhou Mo Sen feels a surge of emotion in his heart.
"Then listen to me, you'll get more and more beautiful, you'll become a sexy goddess, and how many men in this world will be captivated by your beauty."
These words, when heard by the girl, seem like a blessing.
But, linked with the previous 'believe'.
The girl, with blushing cheeks, says, "I believe what you say! I will definitely become more and more beautiful! Definitely..."
The word sexy, she just couldn't say.
Seeing this, Zhou Mo Sen knows it's time, "This is my entire prescription."
After hearing this, the girl inexplicably feels a bit sad.
"Will we not meet again in the future?"
This... does indeed feel that way.
Zhou Mo Sen says helplessly, "The treatment is over."
The doctor-patient relationship should end too.
But the girl, with her back to her father,
whispers, "What if I am still not satisfied with other parts?"
This statement...
Zhou Mo Sen smiles and says, "You can come anytime, my clinic is always open for you."
The girl is extremely happy.
"Then it's a deal."
"Yes!"
With this assurance, she finally turns around to leave.
Her father in the car is already anxious from waiting.
Zhou Mo Sen watched the girl's silhouette gradually fade into the distance, unable to suppress a sigh in his heart.
She really is beautiful.
Oh, I'm not flirting.
I'm the doctor, she's the patient.
It's just a doctor-patient relationship.
But if this doctor-patient relationship continues indefinitely.
What kind of relationship is this, then?
...
"Dr. Zhou's treatment plan might not yet be verified.
But at least it's safe and effective."
The TV is new, yet Howard's mood is a mess.
Thankfully, this time he didn't smash it.
Maybe Dr. Howard is really getting old.
He was piled on the sofa at the moment, watching Linda's report.
Evelyn stood by, watching her husband's forlorn expression, her heart growing complex.
"Honey, this failure isn't a big deal."
She clearly wanted to comfort her husband.
But Dr. Howard waved his hand, "Lost, lost completely."
Evelyn never thought her husband would say such words.
"No, it shouldn't be like this."
Howard's face darkened as he spoke, "This time, it's the main business."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn, a woman who doesn't understand medicine, also understood.
Previously, that Monkley incident involved a heart attack.
But this time, it's a cosmetic surgery case.
Not only did they fail to sue Zhou Mo Sen, they even helped promote him.
Previously, the doctor's reputation was restored, but this time, it's highlighting the doctor's skill.
Clearly, a person wanting to be more beautiful.
Will surely care more about the 'doctor's skill.'
Even when Zhou Mo Sen's reputation was bad, didn't people still come to him?
Solely because he could bend the rules.
"So what should we do?" Evelyn was also a bit anxious.
Howard said calmly, "I'm not young anymore, it's impossible to progress in the medical field."
Obviously, Howard intends to retire.
...
Leisure time.
Cohen stood up in the office, walked to the window.
Then pulled open the curtains.
The Monroe Clinic isn't too far, but it's not close either.
Yet what's visible is their business is indeed flourishing.
Many consulting patients simply stood outside the clinic.
Plenty of nurses as well.
Providing them with chairs and drinks.
This service truly is thorough.
Of course, Cohen doesn't know, Zhou Mo Sen quite likes eating at Haidilao.
We're a clinic, so we won't provide nail or shoe shine services.
Chairs, drinks, that's no problem.
Of course, Cohen never imagined the scene he witnessed.
Could one day be written into a business case study.
Currently, Cohen was still contemplating the call he just received.
His teacher has thoughts of retiring.
But if he retires, what about the clinic?
Cohen didn't hear the teacher mention the word 'partner.'
In fact, before, Howard regarded Andy more highly.
Cohen always had to assist Andy.
His own mediocrity was disappointing, but his friend's success made Cohen more anguished!
Thus, he did one thing.
Left a pair of tweezers in the patient's abdomen.
Indeed, he did it.
We are a private clinic, with no specifically assigned circulating nurse.
Count the surgical instruments, the lead surgeon and assistant count them.
Of course, it's counted once before the surgery, once after.
Cohen tampered with them.
The result was great, Andy was kicked out.
Cohen became Howard's most trusted person.
But now, that old guy wants to retire.
Still doesn't intend to make Cohen a partner?
Cohen's mind churned, anger simmering.
The key is, he did another thing later.
Not long after Andy left, Howard assigned Cohen a task.
Lead that Monroe fellow into depravity.
Cohen already knew Monroe, they met at a showcase.
Injecting those models.
This indeed is good work.
Howard assigned this task, clearly knowing their relationship.
Cohen sought partnership status, so naturally agreed.
And leading a San Diego citizen into depravity… easy.
Go to Tijuana.
Sure enough, Monroe soon became obsessed with the place.
Later, there was the operating room gunfight.
Cohen did many things for Howard.
He never expected that old guy still doesn't trust him.
The old guy definitely still wants to find a cosmetic surgeon to support the clinic.
F*ck!
After cursing, an idea flashed in Cohen's mind.
If that old guy suddenly died, and Evelyn doesn't understand medicine.
This clinic, wouldn't it be Cohen's?