âWhat do you mean? Donât you decide on the price first when you talk to clients?â
âThree-ninety-nine Bin Road. Iâll send the exact address to you later. Bye.â
With that, Ethan hung up. All Chen Zhao could do was call Vincent and get to 388 Bin Road.
When he got there, he looked up and realized it was an orphanage!
Chen Zhao massaged his temples. It seemed that he wouldnât earn anything from this job. How much money could an orphanage give? Even if they could, Chen Zhao wouldnât want it. It was troublesomeâŚ
The metal gate of the orphanage wasnât closed. It seemed to have broken and hadnât been repaired in a long while.
Chen Zhao waited for a bit before an old woman in plain clothing walked out. She came over when she saw Chen Zhao.
âHello, are you the doctor?â
âYes, Iâm the doctor. Who needs treatment?â
âIâm the administrator of the orphanage. Please come with me.â
The orphanage was quite large. There were some recreational structures for the kids, but they all looked really old. There was a slide with chipped paint, a rusted seesaw, and a yard of fallen leaves that no one raked.
Looking up at the tower, one could see various youthful faces in the window.
The orphanage was quite depressing. The main building was four floors and looked to be from the 20th century. The wall was dark grey and the stones in the corners were weathered.
Walking in, the hallway was dark too. Lighting was bad in this type of building, but the lights werenât on either. Chen Zhao couldnât see the way clearly, but it still felt uncomfortable.
Kids who grew up in this environment wouldnât be very healthy mentally.
The hallway seemed to be lined with craft rooms. Kids inside were making some sort of cards.
âAdministrator, what are the kids making?â
âChristmas cards,â she answered as she walked. âItâs almost Christmas. The kids will bring these cards along to sell on the street. One dollar per card.â
âIs money this tight?â
âThe government gives the orphanage $50,000 every year. Adding the donations from all around the world, we get around $200,000.â
âThat seems quite a lot.â
âWe have 400 kids. On average, each child has less than $500 per year. Do you still think itâs a lot?â The administratorâs reply was cold but also a bit helpless.
âThere are that many kids here?â
âActually, we even owe the electric company. They once came to warn us that if we donât pay the bill, theyâll cut off our electricity. Two volunteers and I went to the company to threaten them that if they dared to, Iâll destroy their reputation.â
âUhâŚâ Chen Zhao didnât know what to say. The administrator was using blackmail, but she had no other choice. âIs one of the kidâs sick?â
âNo, a volunteer,â the administrator replied.
Chen Zhao was led to the last room. A young man was lying on a bed. The trash can nearby was filled with bloody tissues. A girl was crying beside him. She seemed to be around 11 or 12.
Chen Zhao immediately went over. The young man had several knife wounds on his stomach.
âHow did you get hurt?â Chen Zhao asked.
âItâs me⌠I hurt Mr. Kerry. Doctor, please, please save Mr. Kerry.â
âDonât worry. He wonât die.â
Chen Zhao checked the injury. It was basically just skin trauma and blood loss. He hadnât hurt his internal organs. The wound had to be disinfected, so Chen Zhao first gave him an antibiotic.
âHey, are you still fully conscious?â
âYes.â Kerry nodded. He was hurt, but he wasnât that weak. He was still clear-headed too. âIâm okayâŚâ
Then he turned to the girl. âCheryl, I donât blame you. Stop crying.â
This man was really attractive. Even from a guyâs point of view, he was still overly attractive. This girl probably liked her super attractive teacher. Chen Zhao wondered if she confessed to the teacher but was rejected, so her love turned to hate and she stabbed him.
After the treatment and bandaging, Chen Zhao said, âDonât get it wet or do intense exercise or eat irritating foods for three days. Also, keep this bottle of antibiotics. Take two after each meal. You can take off the bandage in three days.â
âOkay, thanks. How much should I pay you?â
âKerry, Iâll pay,â the administrator said. âAfter all, you got hurt here.â
âNo need,â Chen Zhao said as he packed up. âIâll do it for free.â
âThatâs not right.â
Chen Zhao picked up his kit. âHereâs my card. Call me if you need anything.â
At that time, the girl ran over to Chen Zhao. âUmm⌠Youâre not as attractive as Mr. Kerry, but youâre a good person.â
Uh, what the f*ck? Are you insulting me or complimenting me? I donât need this kind of compliment.
Chen Zhaoâs expression grew uncomfortable.
âMadam, I must leave now.â
âThank you, young man. May God bless you.â
Chen Zhao didnât like this place. The atmosphere was too suffocating. He left like he was escaping.
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It was still early when he got homeâonly around four p.m. He saw five police cars drive past the road before him.
âWhat happened in town?â Chen Zhao mumbled to himself on the side of the road. âHow come there are so many cops?â
Just then, a car stopped before him. Leondardoâs head poked out of the window. âHi, Chen.â
âLeon, what happened?â
âSomeone died.â
âOh, how?â
âSuicide by hanging.â
âYou donât need all these cops for that, right?â
âItâs a wanted criminal whoâs been hiding in town. He rented a place. The landlord went to collect rent today and found the guy dead inside.â
âI wonât keep you from work, then.â
âI donât have much. How about we go get a drink?â Leonardo asked.
âAre you sure Iâm not disturbing your work?â
âIâm just a patrol cop. Solving cases has no place for me. The crime team will take care of it.â
Chen Zhao got into Leonardoâs car and they went to an open-air restaurant near the site of the case.
âChen, whereâs your big dog Walter?â
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âHeâs with his mom.â
âMiss Gerlyn?â
âNo.â Chen Zhao shook his head. âIâm not dating Gerlyn⌠Itâs Fali, that woman you brought over that made a big scene. Sheâs my roommate now.â