Chapter 709: Chapter 224: Death Penalty, Execute Immediately!_3 Chapter 709: Chapter 224: Death Penalty, Execute Immediately!_3 It was only Ding Deshui who did not understand the law, otherwise, he should have known that in such a case, generally speaking, it means that higher authorities had already made determinations about his issues…
Normal cases could not possibly be this fast.
The swift judgments we see in everyday life are generally for some rather special cases.
Big and important cases are never judged by the law alone…
The next day arrived, and within the Lincheng City Intermediate People’s Court, the trial for Ding Deshui’s case officially began.
Originally, he and Ding Detu, among others, were part of a criminal group.
But now, he had been singled out.
Upon arrival, Ding Deshui looked around.
His wife was sitting in the gallery, which provided him a bit of relief.
But given his current situation, he was no longer afraid.
It was just death, after all.
Dying from illness was still death, just as a death sentence was death.
What was there to fear?
His wife hadn’t hired a lawyer.
The lawyer present was a legal aid attorney appointed by the court who sat expressionless, probably just going through the motions.
It was all about mentioning his confession, talking about any merits, dragging in family circumstances, and then hoping for a lighter sentence from the court.
For a case that attracted nationwide attention, a legal aid lawyer would definitely not say anything beyond that.
After all, one careless statement could tarnish their reputation online, typical being the defense attorney in the case of Yao someone.
Of course, that was not a legal aid attorney, but those classic statements are still quoted today.
So much so that people still say that lawyer seemed like an undercover agent for our side, as his defense seemed to hasten Yao someone’s execution…
In comparison, Zhang Wei’s maneuvers were nothing at all.
After all, the defense attorney just had to deliver those words and fulfill the duty of defense.
After the trial concluded, due to the seriousness of the case, the Lincheng City Intermediate Court announced they would select a later date for the sentencing.
Five days later, in the special care ward, Chi Yan had just finished wiping down Old Tang’s body and was now sitting beside the bed, staring blankly at him.
Old Tang had been in a coma for far too long this time.
Although examinations revealed no major issues, he still wouldn’t wake up.
This had prompted experts from The Capital to be consulted, but still to no avail.
No one revealed the situation privately, otherwise the news that “Tang Fangjing had become vegetative” would definitely blow up the internet.
After the explosion, his name would slowly fade from this world.
Perhaps years later, when someone was struggling for their rights with an uncooperative attorney, they might recall these three characters.
“Old Tang, why won’t you wake up?
If you’re too tired, then take a good rest.
You really do need a break…” Chi Yan whispered softly by the bed.
Whenever she had the time, she would talk to Old Tang about anything and everything.
Today, the Lincheng City Intermediate Court reopened, and Ding Deshui stood at the defendant’s dock, listening quietly.
However, when he heard the words, “Sentenced to death with multiple crimes considered, the defendant Ding Deshui is to be executed immediately,” his legs trembled like a sieve.
Although he had repeatedly said he was not afraid of death, that he wouldn’t live much longer anyway, upon hearing his immediate death sentence, he was still scared.
He couldn’t stand up once he sat down, his face so pale it lost all color, and he was unable to speak a word.
Fear enveloped him, making him feel as though he couldn’t breathe…
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Although Ding Deshui quickly struggled to stand up and said he wanted to appeal, anyone with a slight understanding of the law knew that this person was almost certainly destined for execution.
In the hospital, Chi Yan put down her phone.
She had just received news from Old Song that Ding Deshui had been sentenced to death and would be executed immediately in the first trial, so she rushed to the bedside to share the news.
She also mentioned that the retrial for those thirty-one cases had started.
Not long after her words fell, she saw the man on the bed slowly open his eyes.