Chapter 1322: 1282 The Devil's Temptation

"That's all fake." Da Bo Lang Juan said: "Isn't it that Zheng Lao Ban colluded with someone and is putting on an act in front of people?"

"You're just talking nonsense." Luo sai hu zi, hearing her constantly causing trouble for Zheng Lao Ban intentionally or not, had long been annoyed, his tone worsening: "Zheng Lao Ban still needs to collude? According to what you say, I'm also bribed by him."

Saying that, Luo sai hu zi picked up the clothes from under his buttocks and shoved them toward Da Bo Lang Juan's face.

A sour, stinky smell came straight at them, frightening Da Bo Lang Juan so much her face turned pale.

"Smell it, smell it!" Luo sai hu zi said: "What kind of smell is this? I don't have money to do the things you're talking about! If I had any money, who would be suffering here?"

Da Bo Lang Juan was quite pretty, and Luo sai hu zi's lust was naturally a bit strong; otherwise he wouldn't have tipped streamers on the live‑broadcast platform until he'd spent all his savings.

Although there are many people here and, bound by inner morals, he can't touch her, still saying a few more words and getting closer to Da Bo Lang Juan is something Luo sai hu zi is willing to do.

As for whether to take advantage with a salty pig's hand, it depends on the situation.

Da Bo Lang Juan kept dodging backward, covering her mouth and nose with her hand, looking disgusted.

"Pa—" Li Xiaomei slapped Luo sai hu zi's hand: "Get out of the way."

Luo sai hu zi hehe‑smiled, proudly sitting on the clothes under his buttocks, and said: "I just can't stand her acting all high and mighty toward Zheng Lao Ban."

"Zheng Lao Ban did the surgery for her leader; she wishes the leader would die soon. Right, big sis?" Fei Yun Fu Xi said with a laugh.

Da Bo Lang Juan looked out of place among the people in the fire escape, like a kiwi fruit mixed into a pile of eggs, already grown fur, obvious at a glance.

"Well, the leader is especially hated, our village's……" Luo sai hu zi chattered on endlessly.

"Sis, you can't be fooled." Da Bo Lang Juan directly blocked Luo sai hu zi and said to Li Xiaomei: "Aren't they telling you to use something to save a life, but the hospital doesn't have it, yet conveniently a doctor returning from an overseas conference has it on hand, not recorded in the hospital's accounts, and they want you to pay cash?"

Li Xiaomei was stunned.

Such a complicated matter, something she had never encountered, she couldn't react right away.

Chang Yue hid in the dark, the more she listened the more something felt off.

This is a leading‑style chat; I often talk to patients' families like that. The idea of "first impression dominates" is exactly this. Only Da Bo Lang Juan's chat level is still low—just getting started is already praise for her.

Feeling a stir, Chang Yue moved her phone over, held it in her hand, leaned toward Da Bo Lang Juan, and asked: "Nobody said that."

The sentence is simple, but Chang Yue's tone is problematic.

With a hint of panic and surprise, it's as if some little trick had been exposed.

Hearing Chang Yue say that, Da Bo Lang Juan instantly perked up. She couldn't see the person hiding in the dark, but anyone sitting in this "refugee camp" must be a patient's family—no doubt about it.

Her way of speaking really tries to cover up but only makes it more obvious—there's definitely a rat here!

"Sis, I'm a local of Di Du; it's not easy for you outsiders to come see a doctor, everyone's having a tough time." Da Bo Lang Juan first tried to build rapport, but her practical experience is really lacking, and most of what she knows is the scheming inside government offices, useless for communicating with out‑of‑town patients' families.

After a moment's hesitation, Da Bo Lang Juan decided to solve the problem with a simple, blunt, direct approach.

"Sis, just say what grievance you have, don't fear those doctors!" Da Bo Lang Juan said: "What I just said is a scam they often use, just to squeeze more money from you. It's fine—broad daylight, clear skies—tell me how much they took from you, and I'll make them spit it out!"

"Cut the nonsense, what's wrong with you?" Luo sai hu zi also got a bit anxious: "Zheng Lao Ban has a bodhisattva's heart; for people like us, even if you break our bones and throw them in a pot, you couldn't squeeze out much oil—why would Zheng Lao Ban bother?"

"Hmph." Da Bo Lang Juan really didn't want to talk to Luo sai hu zi; she looked at Liu Xiaomei and said concernedly: "It's just a money‑scamming trick—tell me, sis, and I'll definitely back you up!"

"Nothing, really nothing." Liu Xiaomei's attitude turned cold instantly; after thinking for a minute or two, she finally understood what Da Bo Lang Juan really meant.

"You sis, really naive." Da Bo Lang Juan continued to lure: "Isn't there a saying these days—'to get rich, first have surgery, then sue the doctor after the operation'?"

"" Chang Yue's eyes turned cold in the dark.

Although she had almost been sure there was a problem, at the moment the truth came to light she still couldn't help feeling a bit angry.

Chang Yue and Da Bo Lang Juan don't know each other; the distance between clinical staff and government personnel is like that between birds and fish—someone who works honestly on the clinical front line might go a whole lifetime without knowing a certain government person.

Although I don't know where Da Bo Lang Juan came from, her behavior of stirring up trouble from inside and out looks especially like that of a professional medical troublemaker trying to incite patients' families to cause trouble.

Hai Cheng's Dahungya people had someone watching each place in the hospital where serious cases might occur.

For example, the Emergency Department, for example, the ICU.

Chang Yue had heard this from Su Yun: whenever patients' families feel a bit upset, they usually end up spending money; the more they spend, the more exhausted they become, and naturally a feeling of anger arises inside.

At the right moment, if you stir them up a little, the families' heads heat up, various resentments mix together, and that's a medical‑patient dispute.

Da Bo Lang Juan didn't sense the danger; seeing Luo sai hu zi silent, she said triumphantly: "Go sue him—you can run away from the monk but not the temple! He's in the wrong on this."

"Later the gastroenterology surgery people indeed told me they used a spring ring, but Zheng Lao Ban himself brought it back from abroad, saying it cost about a million, so he didn't ask me for money." Liu Xiaomei said dazedly: "I don't have money to give him."

"Look." Da Bo Lang Juan finally had a breakthrough, saying proudly: "Just like that—you put in something worth a million, and it can ignore your demand for payment? Do you think doctors run charity halls?"

Her reasonable, evidence‑based statement left several patients' families stunned.

"Besides, who knows what other tricks they might have later. And anyway, sis, I'm telling you: using something not from the hospital is a serious violation; you've actually caught solid evidence—if you sue, all medical fees would be waived and you could even get some compensation, enough to build a little two‑story house back home."

Da Bo Lang Juan was like a devil from deep within, luring the already down‑on‑their‑luck patients' families.

At this moment, even Luo sai hu zi fell silent.