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While Hao sat quietly on his seat, hands clasped tightly in his lap, he didnt even dare to lift his gaze. The sound of Taesan's voice, calm yet sharp as a blade, cut through the heavy silence. "So, Dr. Julson," Taesan began, standing tall, his tone steady but filled with restrained anger, "you claim that you didn't overprescribe any medication. That you didn't exceed the proper doses of sedatives and pills for your patients. Are you suggesting my client merely imagined that his body was collapsing under your treatment? That he was hallucinating the exhaustion, the pain, the fog in his head?"

Julson's eyes narrowed, his smirk faint but visible. "I never said that," he replied curtly. "I've been a doctor for over ten years. I've seen patients who thought they were improving only to die a week later. I know what I'm doing." His tone was coldly confident-arrogant, even-and the way he spoke made it clear he didn't see anyone in this room as his equal.

Taesan inhaled slowly, controlling his irritation. "Alright then," he said quietly, flipping a few pages on the wooden table before him. "Let's say you're right. Let's assume that your decades of experience give you the authority to decide what your patients feel, better than they do themselves." He lifted his eyes. "Then, tell me, Doctor..how do you explain this?" He reached for a thin folder resting on the table and held it up for everyone to see. "The medication charts from your own hospital records. According to these, the dosages you prescribed were well above the safe limit. Not just for Hao..but for several other patients as well."

The murmurs in the courtroom swelled like a rising wave. Even the judge's eyebrows furrowed and he leaned slightly forward. "Do we have any physical evidence to support that claim?"

"Of course, Your Honor." Taesan's voice was firm. He stepped forward, the sound of his shoes echoing on the polished floor as he approached the judge's bench. "We needed proof of my client's suspicions and we found it. With the help of the police."

He placed the folder gently in front of the judge and stepped back. As he did, he caught the quick, involuntary clench of Julson's jaw..a flash of fury breaking through his polished facade.

"These papers," Taesan continued, "were found in Dr. Julson's office during an official investigation. Each document lists the dosage and type of medication given to every patient. As you can see, many of them received doses twice the recommended amount. And the results were fatal for at least one." His voice softened, filled with something heavier. "For Taerae, who couldn't bear it anymore. The pills and also Dr. Julson's abuse."

The courtroom fell silent. The judge flipped through the documents, eyes scanning the pages. Julson's lawyer shifted uncomfortably beside his client, his expression darkening as he glanced at the files spread before him.

Julson, however, sat still. His face carved into stone, but his eyes burning. He was trying to appear calm but his fingers betrayed him, tapping rhythmically against the table.

Finally, the judge looked up. "Mr. Cho," he said, turning toward Julson's lawyer, "you may respond."

The man stood slowly, buttoning his suit jacket with a faint metallic click. "Your Honor," he began. "we will not deny that those documents came from my client's office. However, the context has been conveniently twisted. Dr. Julson's treatment methods were unconventional, yes..but they were driven by experience, not negligence. Every patient who entered that hospital did so voluntarily. My client did not force anyone to take the prescribed doses, nor did he have any intention to harm."

Taesan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. The lawyer continued. "And as for the patient you mentioned..Taerae, was it? His death was a tragedy, but it was not a consequence of medical malpractice. According to the reports, the patient suffered from severe depression and recurring suicidal tendencies long before Dr. Julson treated him. His passing, though unfortunate, cannot be directly attributed to my client's care."

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