Maung Pout Htun - Three Teachers

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District Attorney Carl Andrews is furious.

“The situation is really bad,” he said in a whisper. “Three doctors are in the same room. They work in the same hospital. One of them is so busy that he has to close the entire hospital. Another one kills a patient for a million dollars. Another one gets murdered.” The district attorney paused and took a deep breath. Then he continued.

“They are all women, all three are female doctors, the media is treating them like world celebrities, they are featured on TV, every newspaper is featuring them as the cover story, oh my... Hollywood is going to make a movie, I don’t know if the government will even issue stamps with their images like the Presleys. This should not happen at all, it is completely unacceptable, I have to stop this.”

He punched the woman on the cover of Time magazine. The caption read, "Dr. Page Taylor... A tyrant or a death knell?"

"Well... Dr. Page Taylor," the attorney's voice was hard and full of hatred. He turned to his assistant prosecutor, Gus Viner, and said, "Here... Gus... you're going to take this case, plead guilty, murder... the death penalty."

"Don't worry, sir," Gus Venable replied in a calm tone. "I'll do my best."

The trial was held in the old San Francisco courthouse on Bryan Street. The building is a seven-story building, and includes the courthouse and the county jail. The courthouse is on the third floor. The murder trial is in room 121. The judge's chair is against the wall of the office. Behind it is an American flag. The jury sits to the judge's left. In the middle, a small aisle separates two tables. One for the prosecutor (prosecutor) and the other for the defense.

The office was packed with crime reporters from various newspapers and outside audiences. This murder was so unique that it was unlike any other, and so many interested people flocked to see it.

Prosecutor Gus Venable himself is also interesting. A huge, muscular man with a mop of white hair and a beard. He has the air of a Southern agriculturist. He wears the same white suit and collared shirt he always wears, no matter the season.

Defense attorney Alan Ping is the complete opposite of Gus Venable. He is known for being agile and agile, and for getting away with almost every case he takes on.

The two lawyers had sat across from each other before. Their relationship was one of respect but distrust. Gas Viner was surprised when Dan Pin visited him a week before the trial. “I’ve come to ask for a favor, Gus.” “Tell me, Alan, what favor?” “I haven’t discussed this with my client yet, but I can talk him into it.

"I believe that it will, meaning that he is not guilty of anything in this case, and that could reduce the sentence and save the state money in this case."

"Are you apologizing to me?"

"Yes, of course." Gaston bent down and looked for something on the table. "Where's the calendar? So what day is it today?"

"June 1st, why?"

"Wait. I'm not saying it's Christmas, if it wasn't Christmas, you shouldn't be asking me for a gift like this."

“What... Gus,” Tsvenabel leaned forward and said, “Here’s what I’ll say, Alan, if it’s just plain stupid, I’d like to be on good terms with you.

To be honest, I'd like to go fishing in Alaska right now, but the situation is like, "You're representing a cold-blooded murderer. The murderer didn't kill an ordinary person. He killed a refugee patient because he wanted his money. I'm representing the prosecution to get the death penalty for that murderer."

"I believe he is innocent, I..."

Venable laughed, then said, "No, you don't know. Your client is clearly guilty of murder." "The jury hasn't said anything yet, Gus." "They will say something, they will say something."

After Alan left, Gus Venable sat there thinking. Alan coming to him was a sign of weakness. He knew that he had no chance of winning the case. He had enough evidence and witnesses to prove it. Gus Venable was quite happy with his idea. There was no need to argue anything. Dr. Page Taylor was sure that he had not escaped from the court.

It was not easy to form a jury. The case was front page news for months. The cold-blooded murder caused widespread public outrage. There was widespread anger.

The judge in the courtroom is Nassar Young, a black woman lawyer. She is known for being stubborn, intelligent, and is rumored to be a U.S. Supreme Court justice next year. She is not very patient with lawyers. She is short-tempered and has a short temper. There is even a saying in the San Francisco legal community about Nassar Young.

"If your client is guilty and you plan on pleading guilty, stay far away from Judge Vanessa Long's office."

The day before the trial, Judge Young called both the plaintiff and the defendant's attorneys into his office.

"We need to set some ground rules for this case. This is an important case, so I'm thinking of giving the defendant some leniency so that he can get a fair trial. But I'll warn you not to try to take advantage of it, do I make it clear?"

"You're welcome."

"You're welcome."

The District Attorney concluded his opening remarks.

“So... gentlemen of the jury, the state will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Dr. Page Taylor murdered his patient, Mr. John Cronin. Not only did he commit the murder, but he also took the victim’s money. And the money was not small. He killed John Cronin for a million dollars.” “After hearing all the evidence, I think you will find it easy to conclude that Dr. Page Taylor committed the brutal murder.”

The jury sat motionless, silent. But they waited with interest. Prosecutor Gus Venable turned to the judge and said, "With the court's permission, I would like to call Gary Williams as the state's first witness."

The prosecutor asked after Gary Williams had taken the oath.

“Are you a general assistant at Embarcadero County Hospital?”

"Yes, of course you are"

"Were you working in Dormitory (3) when John Cronin was brought to the hospital last year?"

"Yes, of course you are"

"Who is the doctor responsible for that patient?"

"Dr. Taylor"

"What is the relationship status between Dr. Taylor and John Crono?"

"I object"

Defense attorney Alan Ping stood up and spoke.

"He is asking for a decision from the witness."

"Keep asking the prosecutor."

The judge interrupted.

"I'll turn it around and ask you this: Did you ever hear Dr. Taylor and John Cronin talking to each other?"

"Yes, I heard, I work full-time at that dorm."

"Do you think these two are talking like friends?" "I don't think so."

"Why don't you think so?"

"Yes, I remember very well the first day Mr. Cronin arrived. Dr. Taylor examined him, and he said... " He hesitated for a moment, then

"I don't know if I can say what he said."

“Please tell me, Ms. Williams, there are no children in this office.”

"Yes, he said, don't touch me with your big, underhand hands."

“Did he really say that to Dr. Taylor?”

"Yes, you are."

“Tell the office what else you saw and heard.”

"Yes, he always calls the doctor a "drunk horse." He doesn't like doctors coming near him at all. Every time a doctor comes into his room, he always says, "Here you go, that drunk horse. Get rid of that drunk horse. Get me a real doctor.""

Gus Venable turned to look at Dr. Page Taylor. The jury followed his gaze.

Nabel shook his head sadly. Then, turning back to the witness...

"Do you think Mr. Cronin would be the kind of person who would want to give Dr. Taylor a million dollars?" Lampin suddenly stood up and...

"I object to this question. He is asking for an opinion from the witness again."

"Objection overruled," the judge said.

"The defendant can answer the question."

"I don't think so, the patient really hates the doctor."

Alan Ping glanced at Paige Taylor, then sat back down in his chair.