Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 118 - 116 May God Bless You

New Year was approaching, and on the list of charities granted tax-exempt status by the Internal Revenue Service in the United States, the Literature Lovers’ Charity Fund was notably included.

So, in response, Wang Jian too had to engage in some eye-catching charitable activities, just like the other funds.

Thus, on the last day of 1995.

Inside the office building, aside from a few personnel left to ensure the website’s normal operation,

everyone else followed Wang Jian to the Bronx District to distribute food to the underclass of Black people and white trash.

"Come, look at the camera." The reporter contacted by Tom was earnestly taking photos of Wang Jian.

Then, he came to Wang Jian’s side with his camera.

"Mr. Wang, how about this shot? Is it suitable for a news photo?"

Wang Jian looked at the camera, where he was handing some bread to a white homeless man.

Apart from his own compassionate demeanor, the homeless man also cooperated very well.

Those sincere eyes and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth suggested that this homeless man had seen new hope.

"Um, very good." Wang Jian snapped his fingers, pointing at the homeless man and instructed, "Give this man 100 US dollars. It’s been quite tough after a half hour of shooting."

The homeless man happily took the Franklin, "Not tough at all, not tough at all."

Subsequently, he took the money and ran to a nearby General SUV, vigorously knocking on the window.

"Get me 100 dollars’ worth of goods; this New Year is going to be good!"

During this process, the Bronx District police in charge of maintaining order completely ignored what was happening.

Wang Jian raised an eyebrow and walked over to Tom to ask quietly, "All this food is tax-deductible, right?"

"Of course," Tom replied softly, "It’s a year-end charity special from the food companies. It’s priced at three times the normal food price, 1.5 times the actual retail price."

"This is also under Goldman Sachs, that charity fund manager told me."

"Well done." Wang Jian patted Tom on the shoulder, "I’m heading back to the office now; you finish things up here."

"No problem." Tom nodded, watching Wang Jian leave.

Half an hour later.

Wang Jian returned to his office, seriously reviewing the information collected about Reed Hastings.

At that moment, a light knock on the door was heard.

"Come in." Wang Jian looked up at the office door.

Then he saw the lawyer who had once handled Sarah’s case, Matthew, walk in.

"Mr. Wang, the matter you instructed is completely done."

He held a briefcase, speaking respectfully.

The instructed matter?

Wasn’t Sarah released from prison long ago?

Wang Jian asked with some confusion, "What are you referring to?"

Matthew was momentarily taken aback, then he smiled,

"It’s about the foster care issue."

Wang Jian recalled for a moment, then asked, "How did it turn out?"

Matthew sighed with a smile, "Ah, someone found the other children who had once been fostered by that family."

"Then, they filed a lawsuit against the foster home."

Normal procedure.

Wang Jian nodded, indicating Matthew to continue.

"I don’t know if you have seen the classic old movie ’One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’," Matthew mentioned,

"The protagonist pretends to be sick to transfer to a mental asylum to escape from the prison’s hard labor."

Hmm?

This turn of events was somewhat unexpected!

Wang Jian looked curiously at Matthew, who appeared deeply pained,

"In reality, many unscrupulous lawyers, after speaking with their agents and using reasons like childhood trauma, pretend to have mental issues to avoid punishment."

"And your foster parents found themselves up against such a person. Even more infuriating is that this person is my colleague!"

"I must definitely make it clear that I have no relation to this person!"

Matthew looked up at Wang Jian and continued, "Currently, this couple is using mental health issues as a reason and are staying in a mental hospital in New York."

"Would you like to visit?"

Wang Jian looked at Matthew with a smirk that was not quite a smile, then he made a call to Sarah.

An hour later, the three of them arrived at a mental hospital on the outskirts of New York City.

"Mr. Wang, Miss Sarah, this is the attending physician of your foster ’parents,’" Matthew introduced, pointing to a middle-aged doctor.

"He will be in charge of their medication and mental evaluation to determine when they can be discharged."

Wang Jian shook hands with the doctor, "Can you show me their condition?"

"Of course."

"This establishment is a collaboration with the Judicial Department," the doctor explained as they walked.

"It mainly houses prisoners with mental disorders."

"However, due to financial issues, these patients are not able to receive proper treatment. If better medication is desired, the patient’s family must bear the extra medical costs."

At this point, Matthew gently patted Wang Jian on the shoulder.

Wang Jian immediately understood and asked, "What kind of medication is available?"

"Most of the new, powerful sedatives launched by pharmaceutical companies are available for us to purchase. The specific choice depends on what the prisoner’s family can afford." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

During the conversation, the group arrived in front of a large glass window.

Through the glass, Wang Jian saw a group of people creating chaos on the other side.

Among them, an overweight middle-aged Caucasian couple was particularly conspicuous.

The couple sat alone in a corner, talking to each other and occasionally flashing a smile.

As if they were proud of having faked illness to avoid going to prison.

Watching them, Wang Jian was flooded with memories.

...

"Atheist bastards, you don’t deserve to enjoy Christmas dinner!"

"Be on your best behavior when the child welfare center comes for an inspection, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"You only stole such a small thing, you ching chong!"

...

Sarah’s cold hand grabbed Wang Jian’s arm, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Doctor, do those sedatives have side effects?" Wang Jian asked softly, still staring out the window.

"Uh..." The doctor hesitated, "Most of them are highly addictive."

"But they are effective in treating mental illnesses." The doctor still sincerely urged, hoping Wang Jian would pay for the two people inside.

Wang Jian patted Sarah’s hand and turned to the doctor with a sorrowful look.

"Family cannot be measured by money! They took care of us when we were children!"

"So," the doctor looked at Wang Jian with hope.

"Of course, use the strongest medication!" Wang Jian pulled out his checkbook and wrote a figure of 50,000 US Dollars.

"Remember, the most effective one!"

The doctor nodded as he took the check.

"Nurse, give Room 301 and 302 the latest injections from Pfizer Company."

"The 200 US Dollar ones?" the nurse’s surprised voice transmitted from the doctor’s walkie-talkie.

"Yes," the doctor replied, "The patient’s family will cover the medication costs."

"Understood!"

Shortly after, a few nurses burst into the patient rooms.

Before the patients could react, they went straight to the middle-aged Caucasian couple in the corner.

The couple first looked puzzled and then stood up in panic.

But by then, someone had already grabbed their arms, and a syringe was being prepared for injection.

Wang Jian approached the glass, lightly tapping it a few times with his finger.

This sound attracted the attention of the people on the other side of the window, both the strong nurses and the Caucasian couple looked over.

The head nurse gave an "ok" sign through the glass, signaling her subordinates to proceed.

While the middle-aged couple watched the syringe being pushed in, they yelled something loudly at Wang Jian.

But Wang Jian simply closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"May God bless you, amen."

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