Chapter 307: The Academic God's Name, How Dare You Humiliate!

At this moment, downstairs of the Su Group building, Luo Renhai was leading a group of senior officials from the School of Medicine hurrying downstairs.

Luo Renhai directly revealed his identity.

The beautiful front desk receptionist of the Su Group immediately rose respectfully to greet him.

This is the dean of the School of Medicine at Zhijiang University, a person of great stature.

"Does your company have someone named Lin Yuan?" Luo Renhai asked.

The front desk beauty blinked at the words, "Huh? Lin Yuan?? Yes, we have him."

A flash of joy crossed Luo Renhai's eyes! He had finally found him!

"Comrade Lin Yuan, what does he do at the company? Where is he now? Could you please take me to see him?" Luo Renhai asked eagerly.

Upon hearing this, the front desk beauty grew more suspicious: "Um, Lin Yuan is our chairman's assistant; his office is on the top floor of the 50th level. But he seems to be in a meeting in the conference room right now."

Luo Renhai urged, "Can you take me up? I have urgent business with him!"

The front desk beauty was somewhat doubtful, but still nodded, "Okay..."

Thus the front desk beauty led Luo Renhai and the others, hurrying up the elevator to find him……

……

The 50th floor of the Su Group.

Inside the conference room.

At this moment, Lin Yuan was still in the conference room, facing off against Wang Huai Feng.

Wang Huai Feng pointed at Lin Yuan, droplets of saliva spraying onto the gleaming conference table:

"What the hell are you?! Dare to challenge me? Look at your street-vendor outfit—it doesn't even match this conference room's carpet! And you dare mention traditional Chinese medicine? I see you as a swindler peddling rotten herbs, treating Su Group like a market where any stray cat or dog can waltz in!"

"You're the one passing messages for Sun Weiwei? I see you as a fawning, tail-wagging lackey! Even if Sun Weiwei is nothing special, she's still a Su Group member—what gives a background-less, talent-less country doctor like you the right to speak for her? Get out! Don't dirty the floor of this conference room!"

But just then, the conference room door was suddenly knocked on.

The front desk beauty walked in gently and asked, "Assistant Lin, Dean Luo Renhai of Zhijiang University's School of Medicine has arrived; he says he wants to meet you."

Swish~?!

Upon hearing that name, Lin Yuan's expression changed!

Luo Renhai?

Why did Dean Luo come?

How did he find my workplace?

Lin Yuan panicked at once.

"Just say I'm not available!" Lin Yuan hurriedly replied.

Wang Huai Feng also froze a bit upon hearing that?

Dean Luo?

Isn't that his old school's former dean?

Wang Huai Feng attended Zhijiang School of Medicine back in college, and Dean Luo was his former dean.

Wang Huai Feng felt a bit surprised?

Why would Dean Luo suddenly be looking for Lin Yuan, this good-for-nothing?

Lin Yuan was already frightened out of his wits; why did Dean Luo suddenly show up?

Lin Yuan hastily rose, intending to climb out through the conference room window.

He didn't want to reveal his identity!

But at that moment, the conference room door had already been pushed open.

Luo Renhai personally led a group of senior officials from the School of Medicine into the conference room.

"Lin Yuan, is that really you?!" As Dean Luo entered the conference room and saw Lin Yuan, the old dean's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Yuan turned his head away, embarrassed.

This, everything's been discovered, and there's no time to escape.

"Well, I just remembered I have something else to attend to; I'll get back to work first." Lin Yuan rose to leave.

But Wang Huai Feng reached out and grabbed his sleeve, a triumphant smile curling his lips: "Where do you think you're going? Lin the 'great TCM practitioner,' didn't you say Su Group's febuxostat tablets are fine? Now that you've seen my conclusion, you want to run?"

Wang Huai Feng said, then directly slapped a stack of printed test reports onto Lin Yuan's face with a 'pap' sound:

"I ran three blood drug concentration tests! Febuxostat's metabolites inhibit liver enzyme activity, causing bilirubin buildup—this is definitive proof of liver poisoning! What else could it be if not a problem?"

Wang Huai Feng continued to sneer, "You probably don't even know febuxostat's full chemical structure, yet you dare claim it's 'non-toxic'? Don't use 'traditional Chinese medicine' to fool people—scientific data is right here; can you refute it?"

He intended to, right in front of Dean Luo, publicly humiliate Lin Yuan, this lackey, to the fullest!

Although he didn't know why Dean Luo had suddenly summoned Lin Yuan, this lackey, for any particular reason.

But today Wang Huai Feng was determined to make Lin Yuan lose face!

Lin Yuan looked at his test report and said nothing.

Wang Huai Feng laughed even more wildly, pushing the report again toward Lin Yuan's eyes: "Did you hear? I conducted this according to Western medical standard procedure, every step backed by data! If you can't find any flaw, then admit in front of Dean Luo—traditional Chinese medicine is useless, and Su Group's drugs are problematic!"

Lin Yuan lowered his gaze, scanning the report; his fingertips finally left the table's edge, and when he lifted his eyes, the previous calm was gone, replaced by a layer of cold, sharp light: "Your data are correct, but your premises are entirely wrong."

He pointed his finger at the report's note marked "single drug use," his tone as firm as iron:

"You deliberately concealed the premise of 'multiple drug use.' Febuxostat itself, in traditional Chinese medicine pattern differentiation, belongs to the 'neutral' category, entering the kidney meridian and promoting water passage; when taken alone, it relies on spleen-stomach transformation and liver-kidney synergistic metabolism, and thus does not accumulate toxicity at all."

"But if the patient simultaneously takes antibiotics, lipid-lowering drugs, or other substances requiring liver enzyme metabolism, the two drugs compete for the metabolic pathway, causing febuxostat's metabolites to linger and resulting in liver damage."

Lin Yuan leaned forward half a step, his voice cold: "You take the exceptional case of 'multiple drug use' and treat it as the norm for 'single drug use'—what kind of scientific rigor is that? It's merely exploiting the loophole of a missing premise."

The smile on Wang Huai Feng's face froze instantly; his hand gripping Lin Yuan's sleeve jerked loose, his knuckles trembling slightly.

Luo Renhai, standing aside, quietly let out a breath, his eyes lowered to the report's "single drug use" label, unable to suppress silent praise. This is the true ability of an 'Academic God'! At a glance he pierced the crux of Wang Huai Feng's swapped premise.

Wang Huai Feng clenched his phone, his expression grim.

He pointed at Lin Yuan's nose, saliva droplets splashing onto the conference table: "Did I miscalculate? I tested it three times with Western medical chemical formulas! What gives you the right to say I'm wrong?"

"You trashy traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, you can't even analyze the components, yet you dare to question Western medicine's test results? It must be that the Su Clan gave you some benefit, which is why you're helping to cover up!"

Finally, Luo Renhai couldn't take it anymore and interrupted first: "Shut up!"

Luo Renhai strode forward, his aura pressing the room into silence.

Luo Renhai stared at Wang Huai Feng, his eyes like ice forged:

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for five thousand years, from the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon establishing medical theory, to the Compendium of Materia Medica recording myriad medicinal materials; the number of people saved throughout history far exceeds those you've ever seen! You've studied Western medicine for a few years, yet you dare to tarnish millennia of medical art? Are you even qualified?"

Wang Huai Feng was startled by the shout.

He immediately retorted, his tone full of academic superiority:

"Dean! I'm not questioning traditional Chinese medicine, I'm questioning him! He's a college student without even a university diploma, possibly hasn't even finished reading the Treatise on Cold Damage—what does he know about the compatibility of febuxostat? I'm an outstanding graduate of Zhijiang University School of Medicine, ranking first in my major every year, and my thesis even won a provincial excellence award—what qualifies him to discuss medicine with me?"

"A college student?" Luo Renhai suddenly laughed, his voice full of disappointment:

"Do you think having a diploma makes you great? You wield half-baked Western medical knowledge, deliberately hiding the premise that 'only combined drug use causes liver toxicity,' inciting netizens to curse the Su Clan for selling 'poison,' which is slander! As a member of Zhijiang University, turning medical knowledge into a rumor-mongering tool is disgracing the school's reputation!"

Luo Renhai stepped forward, his gaze cutting like a knife onto Wang Huai Feng's face: "I taught you the benevolence of a physician, yet you've forgotten it all? I taught you rigorous investigation, yet you've learned to exploit loopholes and frame others! Won't you repent?"

Wang Huai Feng staggered back half a step, yet still tried to tough it out: "I... I'm doing this for the consumers! The Su Clan didn't write clear precautions, so they're at fault!"

"You're the one who's wrong!" Luo Renhai's voice suddenly rose!

Luo Renhai said coldly: "You know full well that febuxostat used alone is safe, yet you deliberately ignored the premise to spread rumors! Our college has produced a student like you who inverts right and wrong and taints medical arts—truly our college's extraordinary disgrace, a complete and utter disgrace!"

Wang Huai Feng's face flushed then paled, his hand gripping the phone began to tremble, yet he stubbornly refused to lower his head.

Wang Huai Feng, unwilling, said: "Dean! How can you speak for an outsider? I'm your student of four years! My graduation thesis back then was personally supervised by you..."

Wang Huai Feng gritted his teeth: "I'm an outstanding graduate of Zhijiang! Top of my major every year, I even won a gold medal in the provincial medical competition! What about him? He never even properly entered university—what qualifies him to discuss medicine with me?"

"Outstanding graduate?" Luo Renhai slammed the table, his eyes full of disappointment and fury:

"First get it straight—who is the 'outsider' you keep talking about?"

Lin Yuan instinctively wanted to raise his hand to stop him, just uttering, "Dean Luo, there's no need..."

But Lin Yuan's words were drowned out by Luo Renhai's angry shout: "You must speak! Today I'll let you know exactly who you're challenging!"

Luo Renhai strode over to Lin Yuan and firmly patted his shoulder!

"Ten years ago, the medical school presented an interdisciplinary problem integrating pattern diagnosis from the Treatise on Cold Damage with Western molecular pharmacology—back then the entire faculty group shut themselves away for seven days of discussion, only to shake their heads at the question stem; even I, who've taught for thirty years, couldn't grasp the solution's approach!"

Luo Renhai paused, his tone solemn: "But what about Lin Yuan? He had only been in the institute for three months, still an unofficial auditor! He barged into my office with a scrap of paper, and in three hours wrote two completely different solutions! That problem still hangs on the top floor of the institute's honor hall, beneath which reads 'Limited to Academic God-level discussion'—do you dare say you've ever seen that problem's stem?"

Wang Huai Feng's face instantly turned pale, his lips trembling in shock.

Luo Renhai didn't stop, continuing to reveal even more astonishing matters:

"And his academics! While others take four years for an undergraduate degree, he finished all core courses from bachelor's to master's in just four months! During finals, he scored full marks in TCM diagnosis and full marks in Western internal medicine—so much so that the anatomy professor chased after him asking, 'Want to switch to Western medicine as a seed athlete?'"

"You say he has no diploma?" Luo Renhai snorted coldly, "If it weren't for his voluntary withdrawal from studies back then, he'd probably be able to be your advisor now! You flaunt your outstanding graduate title everywhere, but do you know? The theory of herbal metabolism you cited in your graduation thesis was first proposed by Lin Yuan in class!"

Lin Yuan tried to intervene, but Luo Renhai pressed down on his shoulder.

The old dean looked at Wang Huai Feng, his voice suddenly rising:

"You say he's deceitful and fraudulent? What qualifications do you have? You aren't even worthy to look at his class notes from back then! He is Lin Yuan, the only person in nearly twenty years at Zhijiang University School of Medicine who can be called an 'Academic God'! He is the most proud student I have ever taught in my lifetime—and you, Wang Huai Feng, aren't even fit to carry his sandals!"

At this moment! Wang Huai Feng froze completely! His phone in hand went "pat" and fell to the ground.

Wang Huai Feng stared at Lin Yuan; his former contempt and grievance turned into panic, shock! Horror!

Wang Huai Feng's pupils dilated to the extreme, his lips moving for a while before he managed to utter a trembling sentence: "Ten... ten years ago that problem... was it him? That legendary... Academic God?"

Luo Renhai looked at Wang Huai Feng slumped on the ground, his eyes devoid of any pity, only bone-chilling coldness.

"Wang Huai Feng, from the day you used medical knowledge to spread rumors about the Su Clan and tarnish traditional Chinese medicine, you are no longer worthy to bear the title of 'Zhijiang University School of Medicine student'!"

The dean pulled out his phone, his fingertips flying across the screen, his voice resonant: "I'm contacting the school's academic office right now to immediately cancel your student record—from now on, Zhijiang University School of Medicine will have no such disgrace as you!"

"No! Dean! Please don't expel me!" Wang Huai Feng panicked instantly, no trace of his former arrogance left:

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have slandered the Su Clan, shouldn't have insulted traditional Chinese medicine, and certainly shouldn't have disrespected Mr. Lin! Give me one more chance—I'll delete the online posts right now and publicly apologize to the Su Clan and Mr. Lin! Please don't cancel my student status!"

To preserve his student status, he even knelt before Dean Luo.

His student status was the only tool Wang Huai Feng had for showing off.

He relied on that student diploma to get his current position and to amass a million followers online. If he were expelled, his job and his online accounts would all be taken down...

To him, that would be a tremendous blow.

Luo Renhai's tone showed no slack: "Now you know you were wrong? What were you doing earlier? Kneeling before me begging for mercy won't help—"

The old dean's gaze suddenly turned to the silent Lin Yuan beside him, his voice hard: "If you want to keep your student status, go see Lin Yuan! It's you who offended him, and only his nod will make me consider reversing the decision!"

Wang Huai Feng's movement froze abruptly; he slowly lifted his head, tears still hanging on his face, his eyes full of humiliation and panic.

He looked at Lin Yuan, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time—

Just moments ago he was pointing at someone's nose, shouting "no diploma" and "deceitful fraud," yet now he has to bow his head and beg for mercy from that person—this is more painful than killing him.

Just then, the conference room door was gently pushed open.

Su Mo Nong, Sun Weiwei, and several other Su Clan executives walked in.

Originally they had heard that Dean Luo, a luminary of the medical world, had arrived, and had purposely rushed to greet him; but the moment they pushed the door open, everyone was stunned—