Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

"Yes, there was a nurse giving him a change of medicine."

"How is George doing now?"

"His body is still quite weak; this guy has been hollowed out by drugs and alcohol. I hadn't expected him to be all show, no go…

God bless, thankfully he's okay.

At this moment, the ones hoping he stays alive are actually the cops; isn't that funny?"

"Life is an absurd play," Luke muttered and walked towards the ward.

At the door to the ward, two officers were on watch.

Luke nodded at them as a greeting and opened the door to the ward directly. The night light was on inside; it wasn't very bright but was enough to see clearly.

There was a black female nurse standing by the bedside bending over toward the patient in the bed.

At first glance, having his view obstructed by the nurse's body, Luke thought the nurse was caring for the patient, but on closer inspection, he saw that she was holding a pillow firmly pressed against the man's face.

"Fuck!

LAPD, let him go!" Luke quickly drew his gun and aimed at the nurse from behind.

Little Black also rushed in and shouted, "Hands on your head, move to the side."

The officers outside were also startled and rushed in with their guns drawn.

The female nurse was scared stiff, holding the pillow and standing there foolishly.

Little Black stepped forward, snatched the pillow from her hands, and pressed her against the wall, "Do you realize what you're doing? You're trying to murder a patient! I'm arresting you right now."

Luke approached the bed and saw a black man lying there, who was indeed George.

At that moment, his eyes were bulging, and Luke felt his pulse, which was still faintly beating.

John froze beside him, "What just happened? Was that nurse trying to smother George with a pillow?"

Luke called out, "Don't just stand there, call a doctor, stat!

Remember! Not just quickly, but verify their identity too. Don't let any more mess into this room."

"I'm on it," Rookie John hurried out.

Little Black interrogated the black female nurse, "Who are you? Why did you try to kill George?"

The nurse trembled all over with fright, "I didn't want to kill him, I was helping him change his medicine…"

"Fuck! Changing medicine with a pillow? You think I'm an idiot?"

"His pillow was too high, I was afraid he couldn't breathe properly, I was fetching a lower one for him."

"Bullshit. I saw it clearly. You were pressing the pillow against his face.

It's all recorded clearly on my body camera. No use trying to lie."

Luke waved his hand, "Saving George is the priority. Take that woman out and we can interrogate her later."

Just then, several doctors and nurses hurried into the ward. A middle-aged female doctor quickly examined George's condition and instructed, "Officers, please step outside."

Luke spoke firmly, "No, we must stay here to prevent another assassination attempt on George."

The middle-aged female doctor raised her voice, "You don't trust us?"

"When I came in just now, I saw a female nurse pressing his head with a pillow. If I had arrived just a few seconds later, you'd be looking at a corpse.

So, understanding goes both ways."

A middle-aged male doctor started to unbutton George's shirt, urging, "Lola, stop arguing. Let's save him first."

The news of George being attacked started to be communicated up the ranks of the police force.

Susan.

Deputy Director of the Detective Bureau Reid.

Western Division Police Chief Mercedes.

A few minutes later, Frank, the Chief of the Los Angeles Police Department, also received the news.