Chapter 1091 - 509: Who Lost, Who Won

Chapter 1091: Chapter 509: Who Lost, Who Won

The blonde, blue-eyed female journalist began to eagerly recount the process.

"...After the incident, this lady walked out of Mr. Yu’s CEO office as if nothing happened."

"It was Mr. Yu’s subordinates and staff who found this lady with her face covered in blood, yet she kept smiling like she’d lost her mind. The scene was terrifying."

"They tried to stop her, but she struggled desperately and even attempted to harm these innocent people."

"Luckily, she was alone, and was eventually subdued by the employees working together, who then called the police."

After finishing, the blonde, blue-eyed journalist remarked, "If those employees hadn’t subdued her, if our police arrived, they would’ve surely shot her dead."

It turns out that before the police arrived, Miss Tang had already been tied up by Mr. Yu’s subordinates and staff.

Later when the police arrived, they inspected the scene and also called for an ambulance and a forensic doctor to check on Mr. Yu.

The female journalist added, "Unfortunately, Mr. Yu’s carotid artery was severed, and he had lost too much blood—he died on the scene."

As she expressed her sorrow, another ambulance came speeding in.

The doctors and nurses who got out of the car were fully equipped, wearing helmets and bulletproof vests.

Miss Tang’s lawyer hurried over to talk to them, then they approached the police car, demanding that the police hand over Miss Tang to them.

The journalist, seeing a dispute brewing, was overjoyed and rushed over to conduct an interview.

"May I ask what is happening? Who are these people?"

A policewoman, with her mouth twisted, replied, "That is an ambulance from the local psychiatric hospital. Those doctors claimed that the lady is a patient in their intensive care unit, lacking any self-awareness, and demanded that the police hand her over to be under their professional care."

"What? That lady is a patient in the psychiatric hospital’s intensive care unit? Then how did she escape from the psychiatric hospital?"

The policewoman shook her head, "You’ll have to ask them."

The journalist indeed went over with her microphone, squeezing through the crowd, loudly asking, "If this suspect lady is a critically ill mental patient, how did she escape from the intensive care unit?! Shouldn’t aggressive mental patients like her be properly supervised?"

The doctor from the psychiatric hospital turned his head to look at her and said sternly, "How she escaped is not the issue we need to consider now. What we need to consider now is her personal safety. According to the law, severely mentally ill patients are not responsible for their actions. You may require her to appear in court, but for now, you must hand her over to us to be taken back to our psychiatric hospital. She absolutely cannot be detained in your police station’s cells."

"But she just killed someone! Are mentally ill people not held accountable?" The journalist blurted out, trembling with excitement.

The doctor twitched his mouth, "Dear journalist, that’s right, mentally ill people are not held accountable. But she will be detained for life, with no possibility of parole, doesn’t that reassure you?"

The journalist, red in the face from being retorted, stubbornly replied, "You say she is mentally ill, so she is mentally ill? May I ask how you determine that?"

"We are practicing doctors at a psychiatric hospital, we have medical licenses and many years of experience. Our diagnosis tells us that she is a very severe violent mental patient, basically incurable. Does the diagnosis need a doctor’s note, or do you need the opinion of professionals?"

The doctor said these words in one breath, then turned to look at the police officers in the police car, once again saying, "Please hand her over to us. You may come visit her in our hospital at any time, but we cannot guarantee she will have any reaction."

Another doctor, somewhat anxious, directly jumped onto the ambulance and quickly removed the black hood from Miss Tang’s head.

The blood on Miss Tang’s face had not yet been wiped clean and had congealed, starting to turn black.

Her appearance was horrifying, and her gaze was fixedly staring, occasionally baring her teeth, showing them to everyone present.

She was like a bulldog, ready to tear apart anyone who came close to her.

The doctor took a deep breath and said, "Her awareness now is similar to a frightened animal. If you send her like this to your jail, are you planning to notify her family to collect her body tomorrow?"

Several police officers looked at each other, and after calling in to report to their superiors, instructed the doctors to go through formalities, while also asking them to pay a deposit.

Of course, these doctors wouldn’t pay; it was still Miss Tang’s lawyer who came over, agreeing to provide the deposit.

After he signed the papers, the police officers finally unlocked Miss Tang’s handcuffs.

As soon as the handcuffs were released, Miss Tang let out a loud scream and lunged at the nearest doctor, attempting to bite his neck.

That doctor was strong and obviously experienced in dealing with such mentally ill patients.

He swiftly gripped Miss Tang’s arm and revealed a syringe with the other hand, injecting it into her upper arm.

He explained to the police, "This is a sedative potent enough to calm a raging elephant."

Sure enough, ten seconds later, Miss Tang rolled her eyes and collapsed weakly.

The several doctors from the psychiatric hospital hurried over to lift her onto the gurney they had brought.

The psychiatric hospital’s mobile stretcher was much more secure than ordinary ones.

Soon several thick leather straps extended from the gurney, fastening Miss Tang tightly onto it.

Even her hands and feet were restrained by devices similar to handcuffs.

Only then did the police give a nod, and they assigned a policewoman to accompany the psychiatric hospital’s ambulance.

Although the police agreed to let the psychiatric hospital take Miss Tang, as a suspect, she still needed police supervision.

It’s just that the supervision location has been changed to the psychiatric hospital.

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After this segment of the live news broadcast ended, Lawrence Winters was left in shock.

At this moment, Daoist Wang sent her a WeChat message, curiously asking: "Lawrence, who do you think won this round?"

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