Troy Kane thought for a moment and said, "But the interrogation is top secret. It's not easy to know the complete time and place."

Dirk Carter took a deep breath and said, "Then there's only one answer: there's a mole in the police department."

Hearing this, Troy Kane's expression became even more serious.

He pinched his chin and asked Dirk Carter, "Now that Templeton Quill is dead, this clue is completely severed. If we want to investigate, there's no way to do it."

Dirk Carter shook his head and said, "No, Templeton Quill isn't dead."

"But he's already dead; the doctor has declared him so."

"He's not dead."

Dirk Carter emphasized again.

Troy Kane was taken aback and said, "I understand what you mean, but the fake death route might not work because this news has just been publicly announced. As you said, if there's a mole in the police department, they've already been informed of the death news."

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

He said, "What if we accidentally let him know the death is fake news?"

"How to do that? If so, we can't get past the doctors. They only need to ask a bit to find out the truth."

Troy Kane said.

Dirk Carter thought for a moment, leaned close to Troy Kane's ear, and whispered a few words.

Troy Kane nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it your way."

At this moment, Troy Kane was also extremely anxious.

An incident with a detained suspect is a serious dereliction of duty, and as the director, he'd be the first to be held accountable.

If they could use this to solve the major smuggling and counterfeiting case, it would at least make up for it.

They entered Maeve Winters' hospital room.

At this moment, she was wearing an oxygen mask, lying on the bed motionless, as if she was asleep.

"How is it?"

Dirk Carter softly asked Rosalind Sullivan, who was examining her.

Rosalind Sullivan shook her head.

She said, "The situation isn't ideal; the likelihood of becoming a vegetative state is high."

Dirk Carter was stunned.

Sorrow welled up inside him.

He asked, "Is there any hope?"

Rosalind Sullivan nodded and said, "She's already in a deep coma now. If you can wake her up in a short time, there's still hope. But if she stays asleep like this for too long, she might be bedridden for the rest of her life."

"Then how should we wake her up?"

Dirk Carter quickly asked.

Rosalind Sullivan thought for a moment and said, "You need to tell her something memorable or do something for her that's memorable; it might help."

Memorable?

What would be memorable?

As he was puzzled.

Rosalind Sullivan asked, "What does she like the most?"

Dirk Carter scratched his head and said, "I don't know what she likes."

"You two have known each other for so long, and you don't know what she likes?"

Rosalind Sullivan asked in disbelief.

Dirk Carter suddenly realized that apart from their intimate moments, he didn't really know much about Maeve Winters.

After hesitating for a while.

He asked, "Does passionate love count?"

Under the mask, Rosalind Sullivan's expression couldn't be seen.

She nodded and said, "Of course it counts; that's quite stimulating and effective."

"But I can't do that to her here, right?"

Dirk Carter said helplessly.

Rosalind Sullivan said, "Why not? Her body doesn't have other issues, just a severe brain injury. If you doing... that can wake her up, then go ahead."

"Really?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Rosalind Sullivan said, "I'm a professional neurosurgeon. You don't trust what I say?"

"Alright then."

Dirk Carter finished speaking and looked at Rosalind Sullivan.

Rosalind Sullivan was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dirk Carter speechlessly said, "Since I have to do that with her, aren't you planning to leave?"

"I'm a doctor; I have to stay to monitor the patient's brain status. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, I have to take responsibility, don't I?"

"You want to stay and watch?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Rosalind Sullivan nodded, confirmed once again.

Oh my god!

What's going on here?

Dirk Carter gritted his teeth, thinking that as long as Maeve Winters could wake up, anything would be worth it.

He pulled back the lower body blanket.

Dirk Carter was stunned.

Maeve Winters' lower body was unexpectedly bare, not even wearing pants.

"What's going on?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Rosalind Sullivan said with a nod, "We needed to confirm if she had any other injuries on her body, so we undressed her."

That made sense.

Dirk Carter glanced at Rosalind Sullivan again.

Only to see Rosalind Sullivan standing there, staring at him without moving.

It made Dirk Carter feel quite awkward.

"Well? Strip. What are you waiting for? Do you want her to never wake up?"

Rosalind Sullivan urged.

Dirk Carter braced himself.

He undid his belt, pulled down his pants.

Climbed on the bed, placed her legs on his shoulders, aimed properly, and made an entry with a sound.

It was just like that.

He noticed Maeve Winters' hand twitched slightly.

Rosalind Sullivan quickly said, "Speed up, she's responding."

Could it really be working?

Dirk Carter couldn't care less and sped up, the bed creaking under the motion, while Maeve Winters' face gradually blushed, her slightly parted lips closing as if showing signs of waking up.

"Faster."

Rosalind Sullivan said from the side.

Dirk Carter's pace was fast enough.

Yet now he was told to go even faster, what is he, a machine?

Taking a deep breath, speeding up further, suddenly, Maeve Winters' body started to tremor, having experienced so many times, Dirk Carter knew this was her body's peak pleasure.

"Oh, so good!"

Suddenly.

Maeve Winters, who had been motionless, tore off the oxygen mask, opened her eyes, and shouted, looking mischievously at Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter was taken aback.

He suddenly stopped.

"Why stop? Keep going..."

Maeve Winters asked.

Dirk Carter rubbed his eyes, surprised, "You're okay?"

"I was okay to begin with."

Maeve Winters said.

Dirk Carter looked over at Rosalind Sullivan again. Rosalind Sullivan was already laughing so hard she couldn't stand straight, making it clear that this so-called "treatment" was a result of a plan cooked up by the two women.

He should have seen it coming.

Maeve Winters had no pants on her lower body, and the entry was quite easy, indicating her body had already responded long before.

She was just holding back throughout the process.

Thinking of this.

Dirk Carter quickly pulled out, put on his pants, and angrily said, "Were you two playing me?"

Rosalind Sullivan waved her hands, laughing, "It had nothing to do with me; it was Maeve's idea. She said she hadn't tried such stimulation before, so I just cooperated with her a bit."

Dirk Carter looked at Maeve Winters again.

Maeve Winters said with an aggrieved face, "Didn't you say last time, we should find a bed? Well, a hospital bed is a bed too. I'm meeting your request, you can't blame me."

At this moment.

Dirk Carter really wanted to curse.

He never imagined that even at this stage, Maeve Winters would still be thinking about this, and not only that, it made him make a fool of himself in front of Rosalind Sullivan, he really wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

"Pay up!"

Suddenly, Maeve Winters reached out to Rosalind Sullivan.

Rosalind Sullivan reluctantly took out a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and placed it in Maeve Winters' hand.

"What's the money for?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Maeve Winters chuckled, "We made a bet; I said you'd definitely take off your pants, she said you wouldn't, and I won."

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Dirk Carter cursed in his heart three times.

He always thought of himself as a seasoned player, yet he was played by these two girls.

Just when he realized it.

Maeve Winters sat up.

Let out a hearty breath and said, "This wasn't a wasted bump, such excitement, you won't find this in a typical place or a typical time."

"You can't blame me."

She said.

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