Smart people were all afraid of death.
Because smart people knew how terrifying death was.
That was not to say that fools and idiots did not know how terrifying death was. It was just that, in their eyes, although death was frightening, it was still no match for the convictions they held deep in their hearts.
Thus, the smarter a person was, the easier it was for them to abandon their ideals. In contrast, it was those who knew and understood nothing who could persist in their pursuit.
The doctor was a smart man. If he had not been smart, there was no way he could have graduated from medical school, much less established his own high-end private clinic.
After briefly weighing the pros and cons, he compromised.
"I have one demand!" He raised his head and looked at the interrogator.
The interrogator smiled in satisfaction. "Of course, of course!"
He licked his cracked lips. The taste of blood was still so distinct. "You have to protect my family—the safety of my wife and children."
"They have nothing to do with me or this matter, but if I cooperate with you, they may be harmed!"
The interrogator immediately agreed. "We'll arrange for them to enter the Witness Protection Program. Specialists will protect them, so don't worry."
"If necessary, we'll even relocate them somewhere else until everything is over!"
The doctor said nothing. He only looked at him.
After holding out for a while, the interrogator said, "Wait for me," and then left.
Before long, he returned with a document and another man who was clearly a government clerk.
"This is a Witness Protection Program agreement. You only need to sign here, and you and your family will be included in our protective measures..."
The clerk explained the contents of the