The process and the outcome are actually not important; what matters is making all the voices of doubt disappear.

William Foster didn’t know whether he was sick before entering the door.

But after stepping out of this door, from Abraham Lincoln’s professional perspective, he was definitely no longer a normal person.

Even a master at the True Realm of Daoist arts, if caught off guard and stared at by Sophie Foster for just a moment, would still suffer the consequences. The demon clan’s innate supernatural power, “Spirit Eye Illusion,” is not something to be taken lightly.

Even a casual glance is unbearable for an ordinary mortal.

Abraham Lincoln didn’t care at all about the misfortune that befell William Foster; you reap what you sow, justice never misses its mark, it was just borrowed at the hands of the demoness.

In the third round, Young Master Foster directly called GG, while Abraham Lincoln, who hadn’t moved an inch, looked bewildered—anyone else?

Not a single one left who could put up a fight!

……

“Xiao Li, what’s the result of the assessment?”

The lockdown in the corridor was lifted, and Ethan Brooks, who was consulting next door, slipped into Abraham Lincoln’s clinic.

Abraham Lincoln, who was tidying up his medical equipment, felt this guy was acting a bit sneaky, so he stayed alert and joked, “Take a guess?”

The chair beside them was still reeking of a pungent urine smell, making it unusable for a while.

“……”

Ethan Brooks was caught off guard, his face blank, but quickly regained his composure, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily. How could he not realize that Abraham Lincoln was teasing him?

Unwilling to give up, Ethan Brooks forced a smile and said, “You really like to joke. If he’s sick, he’s sick; if not, he’s not. Just tell me, it’s not like someone’s going to die.”

“How do you know no one will die?”

Abraham Lincoln had already confirmed this guy was up to no good.

There was already a subtle rivalry between them, competing in private. Now, with the chief physician position at stake, there was even less reason to make small talk—no way he’d have the patience to joke around.

Just as he suspected, this guy must have another agenda.

“How could that be?”

Ethan Brooks was startled. Normally, he would have turned and left long ago, but now he had to force himself to be patient, even knowing the other was probably deliberately messing with him.

“The more secrets of the rich you know, the faster you die.”

Abraham Lincoln deliberately changed the subject.

From what he knew of Ethan Brooks, the guy wasn’t particularly shrewd. Since he wanted to play games, why not see who could get the other to slip up first?

In other words, if this guy were truly cunning, he probably wouldn’t be confronting him over such a trivial matter.

Ethan Brooks was fuming inside; Abraham Lincoln was clearly toying with him. He stopped pretending and bluntly asked, “How much of a red envelope did you take?”

Abraham Lincoln spread his hands and shrugged, saying, “How could I possibly take a red envelope!”

The other party had shown his hand.

Ethan Brooks, in a casual tone, half-joking, half-serious, said, “I was the one who referred this case to you. If there are any benefits, you can’t keep them all to yourself.”

“Senior Brooks, listen to yourself. This is a hot potato—if there were any benefits, how would it have landed on me?”

Abraham Lincoln found the other’s greed distasteful and spoke with sarcasm: always dodging trouble, always grabbing the perks—have you no shame?

Ethan Brooks had only started half a year before Abraham Lincoln, yet always liked to act senior.

Abraham Lincoln’s calling him Senior Brooks made his old face flush with embarrassment. What kind of senior was he? Even some of the young nurses outside had more years on the job than Ethan Brooks.

Although he’d been scapegoated for no reason, the whole afternoon’s work was just handling Young Master Foster’s psychological assessment. Once the job was done, he could leave early. Abraham Lincoln had no interest in dealing with this annoying guy, so he called in a cleaner to take the urine-soaked chair away for cleaning.

Seeing that Abraham Lincoln ignored him and packed up to leave,

Ethan Brooks became somewhat angry and embarrassed, glaring fiercely at Abraham Lincoln’s departing back, muttering darkly to himself, “Dr. Thompson, you’d better be careful after work these days. Those internet trolls might come after you.”

In the end, Ethan Brooks was just not a very shrewd person, and Abraham Lincoln had never taken him seriously.

“Thanks for your concern!”

Without looking back, Abraham Lincoln waved his hand casually and soon disappeared at the stairwell.

Ethan Brooks shuddered, the hairs on his back standing up, as if someone had caught him out.

Even though they were more than ten steps apart and he’d lowered his voice, the other still heard him. Did Abraham Lincoln have superhuman hearing?

Face turning pale, then green, Ethan Brooks stood there for a moment, then, in a fit of frustration, returned to his own clinic and slammed the door shut.

Not long after, rumors began circulating online: a doctor surnamed Li at the Seventh People’s Hospital had accepted bribes and issued a psychiatric diagnosis for the rich second-generation murderer William Foster.

A storm finally erupted online, unstoppable.

……

Section 6 The Foster Family

In the Western City, Zijing Villas, seventy-two grand mansions.

Although many people know that the riverside avenue in the expensive Beijing district is a wealthy area where the rich gather, it is actually the Zijing Villa community in the Western City that is the true domain of the elite.