In just over three hours, after Lynch had so late-night snacks and lay in bed pretending to be weak, the doctor at the ergency center applied sothing unfamiliar to his face, making him look quite worn out.
When he was wheeled out of the ergency center, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including the Director of the Federal Tax Bureau of Sabin City, who had stayed without leaving. Only at that mont did he feel a sense of relief.
As long as Lynch didn’t die, the issue wouldn’t escalate to an uncontrollable extent. In fact, whether it’s him or higher-ups or managent departnts, how could they be unaware of so of the issues at the lower levels?
As long as the problem doesn’t beco unmanageable, those at the top tend to turn a blind eye, pretending not to know anything. Everyone understands that if everything at the frontline were to be done strictly by the book, probably nothing would get done.
Granting so leeway or even bending the rules isn’t considered excessive, as long as they can complete their work and tasks, anything goes.
Every year in the Bail Federal, there are no less than hundreds of conflicts caused by law enforcent boundaries; there used to be even more in the past, yet enforcent agencies have never shied away. Nor have we seen these agencies being caged by their superiors.
But if Lynch died, the matter would beco problematic. Any effective and healthy chanism inherently has a process to clean internally, clearing out the rotten parts, and the Federation Governnt is no exception.
The Bail Federal’s "Inspectorate" is precisely such a special departnt. Within it, there are many sub-departnts, among the more famous are the "Duty Cri Investigation Bureau," the "Disciplinary Committee," and the "Anti-Infiltration Investigation Office."
Once public opinion starts boiling, so people from among them will quickly show up in Sabin City, initiating investigations around excessive law enforcent and possible duty cri activities, making Michael not the only unlucky one at that ti.
A little investigation team leader cannot bear such a "weight"; soone must be dismissed alongside him, and that person is very likely to be a director-level figure who "knew and didn’t report."
Fortunately, Lynch woke up, which ans things wouldn’t get too bad, except for the series of bills he’ll face next.
Lynch had a talk with the doctor, then facilitated a simple cooperation between them. The doctor’s actions here weren’t considered a major fault.
One must know, in the Bail Federal, dical institutions are all controlled by dical groups, in other words, hospitals are akin to malls under the guise of these capitalists wearing dical group skins.
They sell sothing called health; to gain health, one must pay money. Doctors and nurses are the salesn. They work here not to save lives and wounds, although they often claim so.
From the very beginning, the purpose of learning these dical skills was to enter a hospital as a doctor or nurse and beco part of the high-paying group.
Their essential job is also to create profits for the group, so why would a doctor refuse a risk-free cooperation to obtain a large commission?
Of course, this is precisely why any ntion of dical reform by the President garners public support. With the exorbitant treatnt costs and cold attitudes of hospitals, most people hope for change, but it is indeed very difficult to achieve.
It’s like asking those big capitalists not to earn money. They are not philanthropists; even philanthropists must first drain enough blood from the common folk before they can offer their crimson hearts to others. It’s practically impossible.
In the end, the news that Lynch was hospitalized following violent threats from Michael soon spread out. At the Police Station, Michael cooperating with the investigation didn’t expect Lynch to be so severely injured.
So policen hesitated but eventually made him cooperate, clapping handcuffs and shackles on him. This is the highest level of luxury in the Police Station, simultaneously implying Michael might be implicated in a first-degree murder case as a perpetrator if Lynch kicked the bucket overnight.
The series of changes didn’t alarm many citizens of Sabin City. Even when dawn breaks, they might not know that a guy nad Lynch was beaten into the hospital by a tax bureau investigation team leader nad Michael, who even got a risk notice issued.
Most people’s days were no different than usual, including young Michael.
After waking up in the morning and eating an unappetizing breakfast, he joined everyone in entering the prison "workshop." Sotis everything in the Bail Federal seems puzzling.
Despite prisons should be state nature structures, there are nurous private prisons in the Bail Federal. The power of capital penetrates every crevice, even the prisons and inmates, in so people’s eyes, beco factories extracting profits.
Fortunately, Sabin area’s prison is not a private prison. The number of inmates in this small city hasn’t reached a point where the Sabin City Hall finds it burdenso, so they can still afford these expenses for now.
The convicts detained here don’t just eat idle als; they must work, though such work resembles more an outco of an era-based policy.
The primary reason so considered why criminals continue to commit cris post-release was their lack of skills, unable to quickly integrate into society and earn enough to support themselves, left with no other job skills, leading to a life returning to cri.
After years of discussion, a bill called "Prisoners’ Skills Training/Employnt Guidance Act" finally passed, requiring each prisoner to master a skill to make a living during their sentence.
This bill gave birth to many new issues since its implentation, and to solve these new problems, more problems erged, but these didn’t matter.
What mattered was young Michael sat honestly at a sewing machine, starting to sew as per his "ntor’s" requirents. This is the employnt skill in Sabin area’s prison.
The model of old bringing new lets inmates master the skill of using sewing machines proficiently. If they are interested, they can self-learn related chanical repair content. Once released, whether to beco workers or sothing else, they’d have a skill.
Usually, new inmates would be arranged into the rookie group. The prison would arrange so veterans to guide them until they independently made a prison garnt for themselves, marking their success.
By then, they could choose to bask in the sun, exercise, or work here. Every ti they completed a garnt per the requirents, they’d receive so monetary reward.
These rewards would be given to them in one go when they leave prison or used for prison expense consumption.
After sitting down, young Michael’s ntor hadn’t told him to start but rather looked toward the entrance, casually said, "There’s a newcor today, they’ve put you all in the sa group..."
Young Michael had no issues with it; he had begun adapting to life inside, it wasn’t as terrible as people said. He felt he could complete his sentence peacefully and quickly here without Michael’s help.
Before long, a few newcors were brought into the workshop, all walking towards young Michael. They were all new; uniform learning progress wasn’t troubleso.
Just as everyone was getting ready to learn, a guy who had been staring at young Michael suddenly shouted, "Hey, I know you, your dad has a ’badge’!"
For a mont, the entire workshop went silent. Young Michael swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt the atmosphere was not quite right there; even his "ntor," who had been chatting and laughing with him these days, had a slightly different look in his eyes.
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