American Medicine God: Starting by Inheriting a Pharmaceutical Company and Selling Medicine

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Mulder drove at breakneck speed along the interstate highway, heading straight for Washington, D.C.

Meanwhile, lawyers representing victims around the world are launching a full-scale offensive.

From the Champs-Élysées in Paris to the Kasumigaseki District Court in Tokyo; from Place de Mayo in Buenos Aires to the Central District Court in Hong Kong... thousands of lawsuits are flying into the New Jersey District Court like snowflakes.

All the blame was being directed at the same name: Water Pharmaceuticals.

This looks like a battle that must be won.

The evidence is conclusive, and public sentiment is outraged!

However, what Mulder didn't know was that just as he was about to arrive in Washington, the "nuclear explosion" had already been detonated in Wilmington, Delaware!

Passive waiting is not Victor's style!

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April 1st, April Fool's Day. Delaware Bankruptcy Court.

It was a gloomy Monday. Dozens of protesters gathered outside the courthouse, holding signs that read "Walter = Killer".

Inside the courtroom.

Saul Goodman was unusually dressed today, wearing a tailored dark blue suit and even gold-rimmed glasses. Behind him stood a formidable legal team of twenty lawyers.

On the other side of the audience were several public interest lawyers representing the victims.

They looked anxious and exhausted. Facing Saul's formidable lineup, they were like militiamen fighting tanks with sticks.

Moreover, they were clearly unprepared and had already been given control of the conversation by Saul.

"Your Honor," Saul's voice was loud and confident, "Wat Pharmaceuticals has always been committed to providing the highest quality medicines to patients worldwide. However, the recent large-scale litigation has severely disrupted the company's normal operations."

"In order to fairly and justly compensate all potential claimants, we need a more efficient mechanism."

He took a document out of his briefcase and placed it on the judge's desk.

The cover of the document was printed with large, gold lettering: [Reorganization Agreement].

"Therefore, in accordance with the Texas Business Organizations Code, Water Pharmaceuticals completed its divisional merger yesterday."

The public interest lawyer across from him was stunned: "Separation and merger? What does that mean?"

Thor turned around, a fake smile on his face: "It means that the original 'Wat Pharmaceuticals' no longer exists. It has split into two new companies."

He held up two fingers and made a "V" sign.

"The first one is called 'Vought Health.' It inherited all of the original company's production lines, patents, cash flow, real estate, and... a bright future."

"The second company is called Vought Bio. It inherited all of the original company's blood products business, as well as... all historical debts and legal proceedings."

An uproar erupted in the audience. Reporters frantically pressed their camera shutters.

"This...this is fraud!"

A young public interest lawyer suddenly stood up, his face flushed red.

"You've transferred your assets away, leaving only debt! This is a classic case of escaping unscathed! This is a mockery of the law!"

"Objection, Your Honor," Saul retorted directly. "This is a legitimate business restructuring. Texas law allows companies to freely allocate their assets and liabilities. This is a legally protected corporate right."

"Furthermore, 'Wote Health' has signed a funding agreement, promising to provide 'Wote Bio' with a certain amount of funds to compensate the victims."

"How much money?" the young lawyer pressed.

"That depends on the bankruptcy court's ruling," Saul shrugged, looking completely innocent.

Then, he unleashed his true trump card.

"Given that 'Wotech Biotech' is currently insolvent and facing enormous financial pressure... On behalf of 'Wotech Biotech', I hereby formally file for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection with the Delaware State Court."

This is the famous "Texas Two-Step".

Step 1: Separate the meat. Separate the good meat from the rotten meat.

Step Two: Bankruptcy. Let the rotten meat die.

Once bankruptcy proceedings begin, the "automatic stay" mechanism under Section 362 of the U.S. Bankruptcy Code will take effect immediately.

All the lawsuits, whether they had already gone to trial or were in the process of being brought to a halt, whether it was the irrefutable evidence in Mudd's hands or the investigative report of the French journalists... were all put on hold in an instant.

It's like during a fierce boxing match, the referee suddenly blows the whistle to stop it, and then announces that one of the fighters is "unwell," postponing the match indefinitely.

All the plaintiffs lost their standing to sue, and they went from being "victims" to "creditors".

They can no longer sue Waters Pharmaceuticals for wrongdoing in court, nor can they claim punitive damages.

They could only wait in line with numbered tickets in a crowded bankruptcy trust committee, hoping to get a pitiful share of scraps.

"This is not fair!" the young lawyer cried out in despair. "You are using the law to rape justice!"

The judge adjusted his glasses, looking at the impeccable legal documents in his hand.

He knew exactly what this meant, but faced with the law, he had no choice.

"quiet."

The judge's gavel fell heavily.

"Bang!"

This loud bang was more deafening than any piece of evidence.

"The bankruptcy reorganization application of 'Wotech Biotech' is approved. All legal proceedings against the company are suspended immediately. Court adjourned."

Saul straightened his tie and, under the young lawyer's murderous gaze, elegantly closed his briefcase.

He walked up to the young lawyer and patted him on the shoulder.

"Happy April Fool's Day, kid," he whispered. "Welcome to the adult world!"

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Outside the Department of Justice building in Washington, D.C.

A light rain began to fall.

Mudd had just parked his car and was about to rush into the building when his pager suddenly started ringing incessantly.

He glanced at the number; it was Dana Sbudd calling. He rushed to a nearby public phone booth and dialed back.

"Danna, I'm here! I have evidence, I have..."

"Fox, stop." Dana's voice sounded unusually cold, tinged with a deep sense of powerlessness. "There's no need to come up. The case... can't be filed."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'can't stand'?" Mudd roared, rain lashing his face. "I have test results! I have witnesses! This is murder!"

"I know, Fox, I know!" Dana's voice rose a few decibels, then fell back down. "But just ten minutes ago, the Delaware Bankruptcy Court issued an injunction."

"A subsidiary of Water Pharmaceuticals has filed for bankruptcy. Under federal law, all related litigation must be immediately suspended and transferred to the bankruptcy court."

Mude's hand holding the microphone froze.

"Bankruptcy? Vought Pharmaceuticals? Their net profit last year was $800 million! How could they possibly go bankrupt?"

“That’s legal magic, Fox,” Dana sighed, her voice weary. “They’ve built a wall using the Texas two-step process. A firewall we can’t cross.”

"Your evidence is useless now. In bankruptcy court, nobody cares about the truth; everyone only cares about the balance sheet! Only about the debt repayment ratio! Only about those damn numbers!"

The phone went dead.

Mudd stood there, stunned, in the phone booth, staring at the Stars and Stripes fluttering atop the Department of Justice building in the distance. The flag was still flying high in the wind.

The report in his hand rustled in the wind, like a joke.

Miller's efforts, Dr. Liang's hopes, and his own running around were all in vain.

Prison A is right, "If you really want to hurt them, don't play by their rules. The law is the game rule set by the immortals; you can't beat the house."

Do I really want to insist on this ridiculous procedural justice?!

Mud's migraine flared up again, and this time it was even more severe than before.

The excruciating pain felt like a drill was piercing his temples. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes turned bloodshot!

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New Jersey, the president's office at Water Pharmaceuticals.

Victor Walter held a glass of Bordeaux red wine in his hand; it was a vibrant red.

Rainwater streamed down the glass outside the window, leaving streaks.

Saul was giving him a briefing on the situation in Delaware.

"Everything went smoothly. The automatic freeze order has taken effect. Those public interest lawyers are furious, but there's nothing they can do about it."

"But boss, that 'funding agreement'... are we really going to inject capital into that bankrupt shell company?"

"Of course." Victor turned around, gently swirling his wine glass as he looked at the world map hanging on the wall.

"We need to show our sincerity. Set up a... well, a 'victim support trust' for them."

"Put some money in there. Fifty million? Or one hundred million? You can discuss the specific figure with the actuary."

"But if the victims don't get enough compensation, they'll cause trouble in the bankruptcy committee," Saul said with some concern.

"Let them make a scene."

Victor took a sip of red wine, his eyes filled with a condescending pity.

"That's the bankruptcy judge's problem, not ours. Once bankruptcy proceedings begin, it becomes a long and drawn-out battle."

"We have the best lawyers, we have unlimited time. And what about the victims? Most of them won't live past this winter."

"Time is on our side, Thor."

He walked to his desk and stroked the hardcover copy of the United States Code with his fingers.

The book's cover was still brand new, the gold lettering gleaming.

Many people believe that the law exists to uphold justice.

Victor turned around and looked at Thor.

"This is a huge misunderstanding. Law, from the day it was created, is meant to maintain order. And in the United States, order... can be bought."

"We can buy the law, buy time, and even buy 'justice' if the price is right."

He raised his glass and toasted the empty space.

"This is the rule of the game in civilized society. We don't kill people; we just optimize our asset structure."

"We use legal provisions to build a labyrinth, and use the power of capital to distort reality."

"Respect for order." Saul also raised his whiskey.

"To America." Victor downed his drink in one gulp.