Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 5 The Deadly Doctor

"This article should be on the front page..."

Marinho, sitting at a roadside table having breakfast, looked at the news article he had just written and raised an eyebrow: "It should have a more eye-catching headline. What should it be?"

The Oriental Swindler of Genoa?

Too ordinary!

For the past few days, he has been tracking that Eastern conman at the port.

At the Lucky Sailors Hotel, Marinho witnessed the entire process of the conman's scam.

The sailors in the port were the ones who were fooled. Most of them were suffering from syphilis, and the festering sores and pain on their bodies made their lives worse than death.

The swindler preyed on their despair, exploiting it to squeeze every last penny out of them.

"That's what makes scammers so despicable!"

Marinho snorted, then examined his draft again, his tone full of sarcasm:

"Cure syphilis? That's an insult to my intelligence!"

"He's just a conman. Isn't he afraid of getting beaten to death by those hot-tempered sailors?"

Kill him?

For a moment, Marinho was stunned.

"Yeah, how come he's not afraid of getting beaten to death?"

It's common knowledge that sailors are a bunch of guys who use their fists faster than their brains.

How are those sailors doing now?

He immediately recalled the news he had heard from the bartender—that the strong and healthy sailors, after receiving treatment, had suddenly developed a strange disease, suddenly developing a persistent high fever and all of them had fallen ill!

That conman wasn't just after their money; he wanted them dead!

"My God! Could this be his true purpose—he...he wanted to murder those people!"

In an instant, Marinho felt a cold sweat pour down his back.

Good morning, Marinho.

The sudden sound made him look up, and a familiar figure walked over. It was Officer Anthony, his old friend.

Upon seeing Anthony, Marinho's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up to greet him:

"Anthony!"

After exchanging greetings, Anthony sat down without ceremony. He had just ordered breakfast when Marinho suddenly leaned forward, staring intently at him, and said eagerly.

"Anthony—did you know? Someone is plotting a mass murder!"

……

My God!

Is this a treatment?

It was clearly murder... Was he trying to kill me?

How could I have trusted someone so easily again...?

Hyde's consciousness swirled in the scorching fog, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.

Today is the seventh day.

Although the sailors were tortured to the point of near death, no one cared.

Only in this era, and in such a port city, could everything be so barbaric.

However, this also gave Liu Yide the opportunity to undergo brutal treatment.

However, he still cared a lot about the patients' conditions, after all, these people were his livelihood in this era.

Only after they've paid and solved their survival problem can they start thinking about the next step.

So, we need to take good care of these "little golden men".

Over the past seven days, Liu Yide has been working non-stop – he has used alcohol, warm water, and all sorts of physical methods to lower their fever, and has finally managed to bring their condition under control.

Thanks to the comprehensive dissemination of medical knowledge during this special period, he, a chemistry student, is almost being transformed into a medical student!

After examining each patient and confirming their condition, Liu Yide nodded before taking out the prepared medication.

"Tom, you can give them the medicine now."

The patients had been running high fevers for several days and were already delirious with fever, lying in bed in a daze, with Tom having to force-feed them their medication.

After feeding them their medicine one by one, Tom was exhausted and covered in sweat. He looked worriedly at the unconscious people on the beds, and then turned his gaze to Liu Yide.

"Doctor, are they really okay?"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Liu Yide patted Tom on the shoulder, pointed to the medicine bottle in his hand, and gave him instructions.

"Next, give them one pill every eight hours for seven days. Got it?"

"I've got it!"

Tom nodded vigorously.

"Doctor, you should go and get some rest. You stayed up all night again yesterday."

Liu Yide nodded; he was indeed a little tired.

For the past few days, besides taking care of the patient, I've been cramming into an Italian language manual.

You know what, the enhanced memory is really useful. After just a few days of reading, I've memorized all the words and content in the book, and I don't have much trouble with basic, albeit clumsy, communication.

Just as Liu Yide was about to go back to his room to rest, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of people rushed in.

The leader was Anthony, who shouted as soon as he saw Liu Yide:

"That guy's over there—don't let him get away!"

The instant someone barged in, a thought flashed through Liu Yide's mind—

"Robbery!"

In his excitement, he even started speaking his mother tongue!

At the same time, almost instinctively, he turned and ran toward the inner room—his dragon's lair.

However, in the next instant, he was tackled to the ground by several policemen, but his indomitable eyes fell on the door of the "treasure house"—my gold!

……

Meanwhile, in the Genoa court office, the investigating judge, Alessandro, was reviewing the case files that had just been delivered.

Stacks of case files were spread out on his desk. This was the job of a pre-trial judge: the work was complicated and seemingly powerful, able to decide the fate of the parties in the case files. However, in reality, the benefits were far less than those of the presiding judge, and the status was also far different.

A judge who doesn't want to be the presiding judge is definitely not a good judge.

Alessandro also harbored such a dream, but for someone of commoner origin like him, becoming a presiding judge was an impossible dream.

After all, the position of presiding judge has always been occupied by the sons of nobles or commoners who are supported by nobles.

Neither of these paths had anything to do with him.

Alessandro had neither noble status nor any noble support during his university years. He could only work diligently as a pre-trial judge, handling mostly unprofitable cases, with the parties involved being almost all poor, ordinary people.

Just like now, the case file that the police station just handed over shows that the person involved is just an insignificant swindler.

"You should at least wait a few months for him to keep lying, save up more money before you make your move..."

Alessandro muttered something under his breath, then shook his head. He knew that if he waited a few more months, the case would have been taken over by someone else.

He never gets the lucrative cases he's involved in.

He reluctantly opened the file, smoking a cigarette. His previously furrowed brows suddenly lifted slowly.

The file states: A swindler from the East, posing as a doctor, used the pretense of "curing syphilis" to swindle all the savings of thirteen sailors. Not only did he embezzle the money, but he also attempted to kill them all.

When the sailors were rescued, they were all in a state of near death and delirium.

East Asian.

fraud.

An attempt was made to kill thirteen sailors!

One word after another came into view, causing Alessandro's tightly furrowed brows to twitch slightly, and a thought instantly sprouted in his mind.

Normally, once a case is handed over to him, the pre-trial judge, the process should proceed step by step: summoning witnesses, verifying evidence, and finally deciding whether to file a lawsuit against the party based on the evidence and testimony.

This is an established judicial process.

What charges will they bring against him?

Impersonating a doctor to commit fraud is simply fraud, at most adding the charge of attempted murder...

The case isn't big!

But Alessandro put down the file, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, frowned slightly, and murmured to himself:

"An Oriental, a liar, a murderer... a murderer, that's the key! He's not just an ordinary liar, he's an assassin who attempted to kill thirteen sailors, no... to be more precise, he's a ruthless murderous devil!"

wrong!

Alessandro seemed dissatisfied, shook his head sharply, and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"This name isn't scary enough, it's not impactful enough. I need a more shocking title..."

He frowned again, pondering as he lightly tapped the table with his fingers.

After a long while, as if suddenly struck by inspiration, a name flashed into Alessandro's mind:

"Doctor, fraudster, devil, murderer, killer—the deadly healer!"

Deadly Doctor!

How terrifying that name is!

A devil from the far East, disguised as a doctor, committed heinous crimes, deceiving and murdering more than a dozen poor sailors and stealing their hard-earned money!

With such a striking title and shocking content, featuring both exotic elements and brutal crimes, it was destined to cause a sensation throughout the city and become the focus of everyone's discussion.

This is exactly what Alessandro has been dreaming of.

In Italy, where background is highly valued, for Alessandro, who came from a commoner background, only by making a name for himself could he gain access to the higher levels of government and have the opportunity to transform from a preliminary investigating judge to a presiding judge.

This case was his best springboard.

He wanted to use this case to attract widespread media coverage, making his name known along with "The Deadly Doctor," letting the higher-ups see his "abilities," and making everyone remember the name Alessandro.

He reached out and picked up the cigarette case on the table, then took out a cigarette.

With a look of longing on his face, he took a light inhale, the smoke sliding down his throat. The nicotine numbed the restlessness in his heart and calmed his breathing a little.

"Fame. Once you have fame, anything is possible."

Although ambition was burning within Alessandro at this moment, it did not extinguish his reason.

"Now, you're the key person..."

With his eyes fixed on the dossier, Alessandro's gaze gleamed with barely concealed ambition. He could almost picture himself on the pages of Rome's newspapers, attending high-society banquets, and becoming the center of attention.

newspaper……

Thinking of this, Alessandro glanced at the name on the file and said with a half-smile.

"Marino, it's that guy!"