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Chapter 4 - The So-called "Benevolence of Doctors"

[Restart the game...]

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[The deduction is over!]

[Restart the game...]

[The 362nd deduction...]

Arthur's expression changed with each deduction, as he finally realized he had found the right direction!

However, the happy expression soon faded into endless silence.

It's actually quite easy to cause an accidental car crash—perhaps by placing a nail in the road to blow out the tire of that overloaded dump truck.

But after the tire punctures, the car would roll over, causing a major accident.

This requires complex calculations and a high level of technical skill.

Not only must the nail placement be strictly controlled, but the exact position and even the angle of the nails must be adjusted repeatedly.

This led to hundreds of adjustments and repeated deductions!

Arthur was finally able to successfully use two ordinary nails to blow out the tires of the dump truck, using the powerful momentum and uncontrolled inertia of the vehicle to cause a rollover and accident!

He took a deep breath and sipped his coffee to stay alert.

"Not enough!"

"It's not enough—it's just a dump truck rollover!"

"However, it didn't crush the car of this morally corrupt doctor; there were a few seconds between the two!"

Arthur could only continue devoting his energy to research. In fact, closing the gap of a few seconds required repeated deductions.

He didn't know how long it took, but fortunately, it was all happening in the process of deduction.

Time was constantly being rewound.

So he didn't feel tired or hungry.

Even after drinking that same cup of coffee countless times, it still tasted the same.

Finally, the moment came.

Arthur's eyes widened in excitement as he watched the shocking scene unfold on the deduction screen.

The dump truck finally rolled over in a panic and crashed into the passing car, crushing the vehicle into a flattened disk!

Dust filled the air, and the loud crash startled many nearby residents.

They turned on their lights and looked out their windows.

They saw this horrifying car accident!

To ensure his plan was flawless, Arthur simulated it for an entire week. The police did not suspect foul play after investigating the accident.

It was quickly and straightforwardly judged to be a simple car accident.

Throughout the entire process, no one suspected it was a well-planned murder!

[The deduction is over!]

[Total duration: 4,723 hours!]

[You are satisfied with the deduction results, so we are organizing the entire process for you and saving the video of the successful deduction to help players in the real world synchronize everything perfectly!]

[Saving...]

[3]

[2]

[1]

[Save successful. The video is archived synchronously!]

Arthur named this video archive—[The Car Accident of the Morally Corrupt Doctor!]

After completing these steps, Arthur couldn't contain the excitement and joy in his heart—it was simply perfect.

Incredible!

Such a severe car accident was actually caused by his own planning.

The most important thing is that he had no contact with the target—just like two strangers in parallel worlds.

But by using deductions, he gathered all the information and intelligence on the other party.

There was no need to worry about being suspected, and there was no clue pointing to his motive for committing the crime.

A sly smile appeared on his lips as he muttered, "Now... let's witness this brilliant trick together!"

...

Day Two.

At the Second Hospital of Tomatoes Chinese Medicine, a black Audi slowly drove into the parking lot.

The license plate number read [West A232**].

Inside the car was a man in his thirties, dressed sharply, wearing a low-key but luxurious Patek Philippe watch worth more than 40.000 dollars.

This man was Dr. Jacob Flint (NPC), the head of the neurosurgery department at the hospital.

He held a master's degree, with an impressive and enviable resume. He had published four academic papers, each reported by nationally recognized medical journals.

Moreover, his department was ranked number one in the hospital, and almost no one in the entire department dared speak ill of him.

A halo of success, a bright appearance, and an impressive resume.

He was the envy of his peers.

After getting out of the car, Jacob Flint smiled and answered a call from a patient's family member. The patient was scheduled for surgery in two days.

"Oh, hello, hello!"

Jacob Flint said with a seemingly enthusiastic smile, "Yes, this is Dr. Flint."

On the other end of the line was the son of a patient who was hinted at needing to offer a bribe.

The patient's son pleaded, "Dr. Flint, our family is really struggling financially. We only have 4000 dollars. Could you please...?"

As an experienced manipulator, Jacob Flint wasn't about to reveal his intentions over the phone. He immediately frowned and responded with a dismissive smile, "Oh, what are you talking about?"

"Don't even think about giving me a red envelope. Our hospital strictly prohibits such behavior!"

"Keep your 4000 for yourselves!"

"By the way, I must tell you, your father's surgery is very challenging and high-risk."

"Of course, I'll do my best to complete the operation!"

"You can rest assured about that!"

"But please, in the future, don't talk about money—remember, doctors are here to serve the people!"

"Alright, I have to go now, I'm busy!"

He hung up abruptly.

The fake smile in Jacob Flint's eyes faded, replaced by indifference and contempt.

He slowly took out a cigarette and, with a disdainful tone, muttered, "Thirty thousand?"

"Might as well give it to a beggar."

"Everyone knows your family is struggling."

"My family is struggling too!"

Jacob Flint sighed, glanced at his watch, and said, "Oh well, time to get to work!"

As he walked towards the elevator, he switched to another account on WeChat and left a message for his assistant: "Tell the patients in Ward 294, at least 14.000!"

After completing this task, he shook his head sarcastically.

He clearly didn't care about the pleas of the patient's family. In his eyes, only money mattered. If the payment wasn't sufficient, he couldn't guarantee the success of the operation!