"Good! You do it!" Zhang Duo's reply gave Dr. Zhao, who was already sitting on the ground with a deathly pallor, a sudden sense of a lifeline from heaven.
This time, it had nothing to do with him; all the consequences would have to be borne by this girl in front of him.
It wasn't that he was a bastard, it was just that at this moment, he simply couldn't afford it.
He was about to retire soon, and if the death of a case brought a stain upon him, he might be facing suspension for investigation, disciplinary actions, and he would no longer be able to work at the hospital. His whole family depended on his salary for living; without it, he wouldn't be able to survive either.
At times like this, when everyone is faced with the choice between self and others, they may make a decision—to let fellow Daoists die but not to die themselves.
That's human nature.
It has nothing to do with good and evil.
