All Chapters of The Lawyer Who Never Loses: Chapter 91
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CHAPTER 91: Surgical Lies
The preliminary deposition room in the Gangnam District Prosecutor's Office smelled of fresh paint and strong, bitter green tea.Dr. Lee Sang-Chul sat across from me at the long, polished oak table. He wore a soft, charcoal-grey cashmere sweater, carefully draped to accommodate the thick white medical sling binding his left arm to his chest. The knife had missed his heart by a fraction of an inch. He looked pale, but the pallor only added to his striking features. His dark hair was perfectly styled, greying slightly at the temples, giving him a distinguished, profoundly trustworthy aura.He didn't look angry. He didn't look like a victim seeking vengeance. He looked incredibly, genuinely sad."I still love her, Attorney Jin," Dr. Lee murmured. His voice was a rich, soothing baritone. It was the exact tone a master surgeon used to calm terrified parents before wheeling their child into an operating room. "I want you to understand that. I harbor no hatred toward Na-Ri. She is simply...
CHAPTER 92: Evidence Gap
It was Na-Ri’s comprehensive medical history from Seoul General Hospital, the massive facility where her husband served as Chief of Surgery. Over the last four years, Na-Ri had visited the emergency room three separate times.If Dr. Lee had been beating her for years, the evidence had to be buried in these hospital visits.I grabbed a yellow highlighter and uncapped it. I started reading the first incident report, dated three years ago.Patient: Yoo Na-Ri. Age: 29.Chief Complaint: Severe pain in the left lateral thorax.Patient Statement: Slipped on wet bathroom tile and struck the edge of the porcelain bathtub.Attending Physician Notes: Palpation reveals localized tenderness. X-ray confirms hairline fracture of the 9th rib. Prescribed mild analgesics and rest.I frowned, the yellow highlighter hovering over the page. A slip in the shower. It was the most common, tragic excuse used by victims of domestic violence.I flipped to the second incident, dated eighteen months ago.Chief Co
CHAPTER 93: Hidden Prescriptions
The glow of my computer monitor was the only light left in the basement office.My eyes burned, feeling like they were coated in fine sand. I rubbed them with the heel of my left hand, blinking against the harsh white glare of the screen. The cheap digital clock in the corner of my monitor read 4:12 AM.The air in the room was thick with the smell of old, burnt coffee and the faint, dusty scent of the heating vent. My right wrist throbbed with a dull, rhythmic heat against the edge of the laminate desk, fighting against the stiff medical tape.I had filed a standard discovery motion for Yoo Na-Ri’s medical records, and the hospital’s legal department had buried me. They didn’t send a concise summary. They dumped a massive, unfiltered data file containing thousands of pages of raw administrative logs, hoping I would drown in the noise.I stared at the endless rows of digital spreadsheets. Hundreds of thousands of patient intake forms, billing codes, and pharmacy dispensary logs from Se
CHAPTER 94: Forbidden Contact
I pulled out my Seoul Bar Association badge and pressed it flat against the glass."I am Attorney Jin Tae-Rin," I stated. "I am representing Yoo Na-Ri in the upcoming criminal trial."Da-In’s smile instantly vanished. Her eyes widened, darting quickly down the empty hallway before returning to my face. The entire hospital knew who Yoo Na-Ri was. The staff idolized Dr. Lee. To them, I was the man trying to protect the butcher who stabbed their hero."I have nothing to say to you," she said, her voice dropping into a tense whisper. She took a step back from the counter. "You shouldn't be here.""I am not here to cause trouble, Ms. Kang," I said, keeping my hands visible and open. "I just need to verify a clerical record. I am looking for three specific carbon dispensary slips from the pediatric wing. Signed by Dr. Lee Sang-Chul.""I can't give you patient records without a court order," she countered, crossing her arms tightly."I have the subpoena for the digital files," I replied smoo
CHAPTER 95: Reluctant Alliance
The freezing rain washed over me, soaking right through the thin wool of my cheap coat.I stood on the wet concrete outside the sliding glass doors of Seoul General Hospital. The drops hit my skin like tiny shards of ice, matting my hair to my forehead. I stared down at the heavy legal paper clutched in my left hand. The ink of the emergency injunction blurred beneath the relentless downpour, but the words were permanently burned into my memory.Barred from contacting any employee.Seo Dong-Hyuk and Titan Law had successfully paralyzed me. The pink carbon copies—the only physical proof that Dr. Lee Sang-Chul had been chemically masking the brutal beatings of his wife—were sitting in a metal drawer less than fifty yards away. But if I took a single step back through those automatic doors, I would be stripped of my law license and thrown into a holding cell for criminal contempt.I tasted rainwater and old copper on my lips. My fractured ribs throbbed with a dull, heavy heat, protesting
CHAPTER 96: Stolen Logs
I pulled the crumpled, damp injunction from my pocket and tossed it onto the table."Titan Law caught me verifying the slips. They slapped a gag order on me. I can't walk into that hospital. If I speak to a pharmacist, I lose my license."Min-Jae picked up the paper, his eyes scanning the legal text."But the injunction doesn't apply to you," I finished. "Taeyang & Associates represents the parent company that owns Seoul General Hospital. You have full executive clearance. You can walk right past the glass counter, open the drawer, and take those slips. They can't stop you."He set the paper down. He stared at me, analyzing the angles. He was weighing the risk of interfering with a high-profile criminal case against the massive, devastating blow he could deal to his greatest rival. If Titan Law publicly defended a domestic abuser, their pristine reputation would shatter overnight.[Target Psychological State: Strategic Alignment]"Three pink carbon slips from the pediatric dispensary,
CHAPTER 97: Amplifier Active
The heavy wooden gavel slammed down, sending a sharp echo through Courtroom 402.Judge Yoo sat high on the bench, his face arranged in a mask of solemn impartiality. But I knew the truth. His bank account was three hundred million won heavier, courtesy of Titan Law. He was a paid executioner, and the entire room was his stage.At the witness stand sat Dr. Lee Sang-Chul.The "Saint of the Scalpel" wore his pristine charcoal suit and the thick white medical sling with practiced grace. He dabbed the corner of his eye with a folded white handkerchief."I tried to save her," Dr. Lee whispered into the microphone. His rich, resonant voice trembled just enough to sound completely authentic. "I spent years trying to get Na-Ri the psychiatric help she needed. I loved my wife. But when she stood over me with that kitchen knife... I saw nothing but a stranger. A violent, deeply disturbed stranger."In the jury box, three different people were openly wiping tears from their faces. They looked at
CHAPTER 98: Witness Slip
"Overruled," Judge Yoo muttered through gritted teeth. "Answer the question, Doctor."Dr. Lee adjusted his sling. He looked at the jury, offering them a tired, patronizing smile."Medicine is complex, Attorney Jin," Dr. Lee explained, adopting his soothing bedside manner. "My wife has a very low tolerance for pain. When she slipped in the bathroom and bruised her side, she was hysterical. To calm her manic state and manage the discomfort, a strong, short-term narcotic was the most humane option."I let the silence hang in the room for three long seconds. The golden light of the System pulsed violently in my vision.[Target Ego Engaged][Initiate Medical Contradiction]"A low tolerance for pain," I repeated, letting a harsh, bitter laugh escape my lips. "Dr. Lee, you are the Chief of Pediatric Surgery. You are a master of human anatomy and pharmacology. You expect this jury to believe that you treated a simple bruise with a heavy opioid?"Dr. Lee’s eyes narrowed. The patronizing smile
CHAPTER 99: Final Verdict
The echo of Dr. Lee Sang-Chul’s screaming hung in the cold, conditioned air of Courtroom 402.He stood trapped inside the wooden witness box, his pristine posture entirely ruined. His chest heaved beneath his cashmere sweater, tearing the white medical sling that bound his arm. He gripped the polished mahogany railing, his knuckles stark white. He had just admitted to the precise, devastating skeletal trauma required to justify his heavy narcotic prescriptions. He had just confessed, on the public record, to breaking his wife’s ribs.I stood in the center aisle, the pink carbon copies still gripped in my left hand. I didn't say another word. I just watched the monster realize the cage door had locked behind him.The jury box was a portrait of pure revulsion.A middle-aged woman in the front row physically pushed her chair back, her face twisted in deep, visceral disgust. The juror beside her, a young man who had been weeping in sympathy for the surgeon just ten minutes ago, now stared
CHAPTER 100: Extreme Risk
The moniker tasted like dry copper on my tongue. I wasn't invincible. Beneath my coat, the thick medical tape binding my ribs pulled sharply with every step I took. My bruised wrist throbbed with a relentless, heavy heat. I was bleeding, exhausted, and barely holding myself together. But to the millions of people watching the broadcast, I was a flawless, untouchable shield against the corrupt elite.I guided Na-Ri into a waiting black sedan arranged by a domestic violence advocacy group. She paused before getting in. She turned to me, her dark eyes still red and swollen, but the hollow, dead look was completely gone."Thank you," she whispered, her voice rough and entirely genuine.I gave her a single, tired nod. "Don't look back, Na-Ri. Just keep moving forward."She slid into the backseat. The heavy door clicked shut, and the car merged into the dense Seoul traffic, carrying her away from the nightmare.I turned and walked toward the subway station, pulling my collar high against th