In May, Phoenix was already under a scorching sun.
But outside the clinic's main gate, reporters and protesting music fans still swarmed.
Beneath a tall palm tree, a small patch of shade offered some relief. A few reporters gathered, chatting idly.
"I wouldn't believe it if you told me no one organized this," one of the reporters muttered, jutting his chin toward the protesters at the clinic's main entrance.
With the blazing sun overhead and the ground temperature approaching a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, these people were still holding up all sorts of protest signs and shouting slogans from time to time. "Tireless" didn't even begin to describe it.
All of it was for their deep, burning "love" for Michael Jackson.
A few of the reporters scoffed. One of them said, "But Chen is pretty ruthless himself."
To deal with these protesting fans, Chen Yu had slyly submitted an application and had a batch of tall, shady trees outside the clinic's main gate chopped down overnight.
