The newcomer couldn’t tell his own consultation room from Ethan Brooks’s. Clearly, this colleague had taken the fall for him, but it was still unclear whether these people were righteous crusaders for justice or malicious troublemakers.

Two of the men suddenly surged forward, breaking through the hospital security’s blockade. Their muscular, well-trained bodies made it obvious they were no ordinary men. They forced a path open and charged straight at Abraham Lincoln.

“Dr. Thompson, watch out!”

The young nurse Olivia Smith stood at the other end of the corridor, covering her mouth and screaming in terror.

But Abraham Lincoln calmly raised his hand, summoning two strands of mental power in his mind and shooting them through his eyes directly at the two men charging at him with fists raised.

Smack!

With two heavy thuds, it seemed even the corridor floor trembled.

The two burly men, almost simultaneously, stumbled over their own feet, lost control of their bodies, flailed helplessly, and crashed to the ground, motionless.

The hypnosis, enhanced by exceptionally refined mental power, instantly turned Abraham Lincoln into a master hypnotist, felling the two strong men with a mere gesture.

However, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Each of the two men had a tranquilizer dart stuck in their buttocks, which looked rather familiar.

At the back of the crowd, an elderly lady with white hair and a youthful face was smiling kindly and nodding at him, casually concealing a custom tranquilizer gun under her white coat.

It was Mrs. Walker!

With a single move, the old lady had resolved the entire farce.

Those tranquilizer darts could take down an elephant, let alone two strong men.

The intangible hypnosis was masked by the tangible tranquilizer darts. Abraham Lincoln didn’t expose the truth—less trouble is better than more. With Mrs. Walker’s aura overshadowing everything, it couldn’t be more ideal.

He quickly guessed why Vice Dean Walker had suddenly appeared in the outpatient building. Most likely, she was annoyed by the visiting doctors touring the inpatient department and had simply come up front, only to run into this unexpected incident.

The tranquilizer darts in the two men’s buttocks were strikingly conspicuous. The other three men, still unable to break free from the security guards, felt a chill run down their spines. Who would have thought there was such a master in this hospital?

As the rest of the people finally snapped out of their shock and began to buzz with excitement, Mrs. Walker glanced at Abraham Lincoln in confusion. The tranquilizer seemed to have worked a bit too quickly.

Heaven’s justice is clear, retribution is inevitable.

Yesterday, Ethan Brooks had Abraham Lincoln take the fall for him; today, he took a major hit for Abraham Lincoln, his face covered in blood as he cried like a child. Sitting behind closed doors, disaster came from outside—what rotten luck.

Ethan Brooks didn’t dare make a fuss. Who knew if he’d brought this trouble on himself? If others found out he was reaping what he’d sown, he’d be too embarrassed to stay at the Seventh People’s Hospital.

“Ah, that scared me to death! Are you hurt?”

Still shaken, the young nurse Olivia Smith rushed over to Abraham Lincoln, anxiously looking him over.

“I’m fine. Look, they didn’t even get close to me.”

Abraham Lincoln gestured with his arm—the two unconscious men on the ground were at least four or five arm lengths away from him.

“I told you not to take that evaluation case. These people are clearly here for revenge.”

Olivia Smith pulled out her phone and brought up some online comments. Many were targeting Abraham Lincoln, accusing him of being greedy, currying favor with the powerful, shielding a murderer, and even threatening to dox and deal with him.

She tentatively asked, “You didn’t really take any money, did you?”

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Section 10: Blind Date

“Of course I didn’t take any money. You have to trust that I have at least that much professional integrity.”

Abraham Lincoln shook his head with a smile. He had underestimated the power of online public opinion—he hadn’t expected people would actually come after him.

On the other hand, this William Foster really had stirred up public outrage.

“Why did you really diagnose William Foster with a mental illness? He’s clearly not sick.”

Olivia Smith stared at him with wide, confused eyes.

A lot of information had been leaked online, including the fact that Abraham Lincoln had performed the psychological evaluation for William Foster.

Before this, everyone knew that this rich second-generation young master didn’t have any mental illness. The purpose of the evaluation was as obvious as lice on a bald head—he was clearly trying to use a mental illness diagnosis to escape legal punishment.

Schizophrenia often occurs in young adults, with a slow or subacute onset. Clearly, it doesn’t fit the profile of a mildly mentally ill person who needs to bear full criminal responsibility. Even if he had to serve time, the sentence could be reduced or lessened. There was a lot of room for manipulation—if handled well, he might not even have to go to prison by the end of his sentence.

“Who says he doesn’t? Schizophrenia, accompanied by hallucinations and delusions.”

Abraham Lincoln winked at Olivia Smith. The kind-hearted young nurse was different from the scheming Ethan Brooks; he didn’t try to fool her with tricks.

“Ah! So it was real yesterday?”

Olivia Smith gasped, quickly covering her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

She felt that the young Dr. Thompson must be hiding something.

“Shh! Don’t ask too much!”

Abraham Lincoln made a silencing gesture.

The situation was still developing and far from over. He didn’t want to drag Olivia Smith into trouble.

“Hurry and find a way to prove your innocence, or these people might do anything.”