The guy didn't look happy.

“Don't laugh.”

Chen Zhao pursed his lips. Laughing at a patient was indeed impolite.

But this kind of style clash made it hard for Chen Zhao to keep it in.

He squeezed his nose, trying to suppress the urge to laugh.

“My hair keeps falling over the past few days,” the guy said.

Chen Zhao had him sit down and did a checkup.

“Does your father suffer from hair loss?” Chen Zhao asked.

It could be genetic and only pa.s.sed through the men.

“No,” the guy answered.

He sounded annoyed and had a frustrated tone.

Chen Zhao held a hand to the guy's forehead and looked around.

“What have you been eating recently?”

“Nothing special.”

“You probably have testosterone over-secretion,” Chen Zhao said. “I'll make a diet list for you. Eating according to the list can help recover your hair loss damage.”

“I need to go back to the normal volume as soon as possible.”

“You already lost hair. It won't grow back quickly unless you get a transplant.”

“I heard that you're the best. I need the best service. But in the end, you're just a sham.”

Chen Zhao frowned. This baldie was just looking for disappointment.

Any normal person knew that, even if balding could be cured, hair couldn't grow back quickly.

If he discovered the problem earlier, Chen Zhao could help curb the situation.

But he was powerless against hair that had already been lost.

He could only perform recovery treatment, mainly by changing the patient's dietary habits and reduce testosterone secretion.

The man's body had to recover from the damaged hair follicles before new ones could grow out.

“If you think I'm unable to solve your problem, then I'll take my leave.”

“Did I say you could leave?” The guy looked at Chen Zhao. “If you don't want your reputation ruined, you better stay here.”

“I'd like to see how you'll ruin my reputation.”

Chen Zhao scoffed and went toward the door.

Just then, the guy rushed over, blocking his path.

“I suspect you're a thief.”

“Thief? Do you have anything worth stealing?” Chen Zhao glanced at him.

“I have the original material for producing high fas.h.i.+on. If I say I lost it, then I lost it.” The guy looked at Chen Zhao and touched his chest. “Stay the night with me and I'll pretend this nothing happened. Otherwise, I'll make it impossible for you to stay in L.A.”

Chen Zhao knew that some people were perverted, but he didn't think that he would meet one.

And get s.e.xually hara.s.sed.

Crack—

“F*ck.” Chen Zhao slapped the man. “Stay away from me.”

He never imagined that he would get s.e.xually hara.s.sed one day.

But as soon as he went downstairs, he saw a few policemen walk toward him.

“Chen, it's you?” David looked at him in surprise. Sharan was beside him.

“What do you mean? You're here for me?”

“We received a call that someone broke into a designer's home and hurt him.”

Just then, the elevator behind them opened. The guy rushed out, holding his face. “Officer, arrest him, arrest him… He robbed me and hit me. I need an ambulance, I need an ambulance… I need to get my injuries recorded.”

David looked at Chen Zhao. He could only extend his hands.

What could he do? He couldn't attack the police, right?

David handcuffed Chen Zhao and took him to the police car.

“Chen, what exactly happened?”

Chen Zhao was annoyed. “You know what I do. I went to give him treatment, but he wanted me to stay the night with him, or else he would defame me. I slapped him. So, is this troublesome?”

David obviously trusted Chen Zhao. “Don't worry. It's not troublesome. Someone like him must've done this before. We'll just need to look at the past records and it'll be easy to get things clear. He won't dare to go to court either. After all, this is a completely unplanned trick.”

Chen Zhao didn't need to explain too much with David. He'd already learned from Kate what Chen Zhao had done for him.

To take revenge, Chen Zhao had destroyed an entire criminal group.

Just this made it worth it to help Chen Zhao no matter what.

As for saying Chen Zhao broke in to steal, it was nonsense.

David knew that Chen Zhao had a high personal worth. It was obviously impossible for him to go rob someone in broad daylight.

Chen Zhao wasn't worried that he would get sued. He was just unhappy.

He was hara.s.sed by a pervert and then framed.

At the police station, Sharan started laughing at Chen Zhao.

“Chen, I didn't think you'd end up like this one day, getting handcuffed by David.”

She didn't believe that Chen Zhao would rob someone either.

She didn't like Chen Zhao, but it was mostly due to his frivolous actions.

A while later, the guy came out of the confession room. His face was wrapped in gauze.

Seeing Chen Zhao, his eyes filled with hatred.

He sat before Chen Zhao. “Chinaman, I told you that I'll ruin your name and make it impossible for you to survive in L.A.!”

Just then, Wright came.

Chen Zhao was a professor at UCLA, so the police would notify her if something happened.

“Who did you say you'd ruin the name of?”

“And who are you?” The guy looked up at Wright. He was unsure at the sharp aura.

“I'm the President of UCLA,” Wright said powerfully. “All the professors and students of the law school and the lawyers and judges graduated from the school are ready now. Are you ready?”

The guy's expression stiffened. It felt like he'd run into a beehive.

Wright slapped the table. “I'll dig out all the secrets of your entire family, how many people you've f*cked before, and if you've had s.e.x with underage minors. I'll find it all.”

Then she added, “Oh, and the length of your d.i.c.k.”

The guy opened his mouth. Chen Zhao and Sharan were both stunned by Wright's powerful opening.

“Perhaps you want to experience the atmosphere of the highest court,” Wright said. “I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life.”

The guy's face was gray. He didn't think that framing Chen Zhao would make the princ.i.p.al of UCLA pop out.

Just then, another person came in. Kate walked in. “Hi, Chen.”

“Hi, Kate.”

“He wants to sue you?”