Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 297's

"Woi, wake!!!'' the jolt of a voice accompanied by an act of watering Al with a bucket of water so that the man woke up from his stupor.

Al flinched, like he had just woken up from death. He took a breath and set it. His chest was still tight and the back of his head was still painful. Pulsing pulse pain. Instantly, his conscious mind delivered the memory of events a few minutes ago that he had passed into his brain.

Al remembered why he could be in prison, why his condition was so miserable as well as why he was treated so badly. That memory also reminded him to come back strong and firm.

Because he believes he's innocent.

Al's eyes opened perfectly, drops of water dripping from his hair, his eyes sharply looking forward, someone in the suit was looking down at Al. The man sat on the edge of the table, holding a device, walked up to Al and placed it on his body.

Al know, it's an honesty detector. The two Al netra circled around.

Al was placed in a chair in a fairly narrow room. There was only a little table with two chairs and quite bright lights.

To the right of Al, there was a thick wall of glass, it looked like it was bulletproof and Al could not see anyone behind the wall.

"Are you able to answer all my questions?" it was the man's bluff that made Al move his head to face forward.

Al was silent, he had no intention of answering.

The man grinned, he showed a terrible face, but Ak was not afraid, what he feared most was not his own salvation, but the salvation of Yesline and Azka.

Here, the worst thing that could happen to his body was only limited to the torment that was bound, he was still able to withstand it.

Al returned that look.

"Answer questions me if you want to survive."

Al smiles smirk.

"What can you do? If I tell you the truth, you won't help me get out of here. So why do I answer. You dog licker!!''

PLAKK!

BUGH!

BUGH!

Slaps and blows just floated into Al's face, his face was now full of bruises.

With blood now seeping from the corner of his lips, Al smiled sinisterly.

He wiped his mouth with his arm.

"I know you're rich, but here you're just a despicable prisoner serving time. So don't be arrogant."

"I'm not arrogant, I just don't want to submit to you. What's your name?'' al's eyes opened wide and stared at the name tag attached to the person's suit.

"Farhan Baskoro." Al spelled his letters slowly, he purposely gave a horrifying effect.

"I'll remember your name and give you a surprise when I'm free" Al threatened.

"Curtain! If you can get out of here, you don't know how cruel it is in prison yet, you could die in there before the trial, "it's a little bit trivial.

Al laughed so much that his jaw was open.

"I won't die that easily."

The person in the suit flicked his suit and sat back down, his eyes staring at a monitor screen, and occasionally glancing at his watch.

"We don't have much time, quickly answer my question!''

"No," replied Al lazily.

But as Farhan stared at the screen again, it showed what Al said was true.

He continued his question.

"Is it true that you have misprescribed the drug to one of the patients you are treating?''

Al again replied no. Because he did nothing.

"The bodies of the victims have been carried out by autopsies, and what they accuse and the evidence they have all lead to the statement that you are indeed wrong. You're the main culprit."

"I am slandered, I am not a criminal as they accuse me of" Al lamented. He began to get emotional, wanting to unplug the cable wires that were installed on his body. But it was stopped by Farhan.

"If this honesty graph shifts just a little, you'll lose."

"But what's the point of this? You're just urging me to admit to something I never did."

"I'm just going through the procedures, but my advice is that you'd better frankly admit everything rather than keep up the fight. You're rich, you can pay a fine, serve ten months. After that you can build another hospital."

Not that easy, Al's good name is at stake, his good name on his son is at stake, that good name cannot be bought and earned not in an easy way.

Then why should Al endure ten months in prison if he is innocent?

After leaving the room, two policemen brought Al back into his cell. He was pushed to the ground. Within the room were about four people, they were staring at Al. It seems like the members of the prisoner there are quite good because there are those who help Al stand.dslam this cell is better than in the isolation room or commonly referred to as mouse cells. A small room that is enough for two people. Inside the cell there was no mattress or other equipment. There is only a toilet to defecate and water from the tap. You can imagine how cold, dirty and stuffy it was in there.

Al curled up in the corner of the room, covering his body with a blanket. Not paying attention to the other prisoners who were sitting casually watching television.

In his mind, he promised to avenge all this injustice.

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Hans stops his car in front of Yesline and Al's house. They are silent in the car while paying attention to the surrounding situation. There were already many reporters or reporters standing there. There were also some bodyguards that dispelled the crowd.

"Is it safe to go down?" ask Yesline. He just didn't want to be wrong in acting, he was afraid it was affecting Al.

Hans replied without looking towards Yesline. "It looks like I need to call Gabriel first. They fear anarchism. You wait a minute."

As Hans picks up the phone and contacts Gabriel, Yesline asks Hans another question that leaves Hans a little surprised.

"Maybe we need to go downstairs and let them ask a lot of things, I want to clarify that my husband is innocent, I want to be able to talk to Mas Al. Is there a television inside the prison, Hans?"

Hand turned his head, he paused his intention to contact Gabriel.

Hans nodded. "Yes, the prisoners should be able to see us if they're showing this show."

"Good, we're down now,"

Yesline opened the car door and went straight down. Hans walked behind him.

Saying bismillah and steadying his heart many times, Yesline walked confidently toward the crowd.

As Yesline thought, as soon as he saw his arrival, they immediately ran up to Yesline with a microphone in their hands.

"Mom Yesline, do you want to say something?'' ask one of them after Yesline receives one microphone they thrust.

"Yes. I want to say something,"