Chapter 2547: 2455 Fleeing in Disgrace

Tangxiu felt the matter was troublesome; the editor of the Financial Times, Yun Ge'er had physical contact with him, and if this were deliberately picking faults, it would leave a major hidden problem.

He didn't win the Nobel Prize; although somewhat regrettable, it was as expected. Few people win on their first nomination; otherwise, Haruki Murakami's doorstep wouldn't be besieged by countless reporters each year.

But provoking the Financial Times editor would likely bring a bigger trouble…

She hadn't even had time to worry when she saw William's editor's face turn paler. He slightly bent his waist, respectfully saying in a gentle and polite tone: "Ms. Ma Li Si, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

"Leave here, the farther the better, otherwise you'll regret ever having come here."

As the words fell, Ma Li Si in a black robe slowly entered, accompanied by a plainly dressed woman holding an ancient wooden box.

The voice came from behind the shadows, eerie and strange. She paid no attention to William, instead walking to the office door.

"Ma Li Si, what are you here for?" Zheng Ren asked, frowning.

"Doctor Zheng, Yun Ge'er told me he wants to use my ability to see the near future." Ma Li Si's voice came from the dark robe, chilling.

"Nonsense, hurry back." Zheng Ren said, "We have an emergency surgery here."

Su Yun is really absurd, using a crystal ball to see the future in the hospital—should we wear Daoist robes and wield peach wood swords to cast spells? Add a chicken-beheading ritual?

"Doctor Zheng, you really don't want to take a look? For me it's not difficult." The witch Ma Li Si's voice became more tempting.

However, Zheng Lao Ban is immune to mental attacks, feeling nothing.

"No." Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun, this guy… I can't be bothered to talk about him. Zheng Ren always regards such supernatural matters with respect and keeps his distance.

William's editor stared dumbfounded; the person before him seemed to be the witch Ma Li Si, whom he had previously consulted for divination.

But she acts mysteriously, her whereabouts unpredictable; each divination costs a fortune. Even if money is no object, wanting to find her for a reading may still prove futile.

Even in some circulating legends it's said she bears a curse from hell.

Usually Ma Li Si does divinations via video, with no one knowing her location. Who would have thought this mysterious witch would actually be in Di Du…

Is she really the witch Ma Li Si?

William's editor had some doubts; if it were somewhere in Europe, he would have believed it long ago. But this is Di Du—what is Ma Li Si doing here!

"The master told you to leave, why aren't you going?" the woman behind Ma Li Si asked.

William stared blankly.

"William… are you William Arthur Louis of the Financial Times? Last year you divined about the Pulitzer Prize?" the woman asked again, "Was your fraud not exposed, or did some mishap occur, causing you to lose respect for your master?"

"It's me, respected lady." William's editor broke out in a cold sweat; few people know about this.

Of course, the witch Ma Li Si also knew. Hearing the woman say that, he instantly confirmed it was truly Ma Li Si.

William hurriedly bowed deeply, paying respect to Ma Li Si's back, muttered a couple of words indistinctly, then fled in panic.

Several crew members saw the editor's panicked "escape" and were dumbfounded. They exchanged glances, then immediately followed William out.

Wei Feng was dazed, as if just a second ago the whole script was still playing out according to his design.

The claim that Doctor Zheng Ren won the Nobel Prize is false; he used emergency surgery to cover up his failure. William's editor will surely step forward to expose this fake gentleman, causing a conflict between them, and in the end the phony will be disgraced, his reputation ruined!

Just standing aside doing nothing, watching the joke is enough.

An internationally known media outlet steps forward to expose Zheng Ren's ugly face; thereafter I can freely beat the fallen dog, playing however I like to kill him.

But the next second, the situation shifted dramatically. The ever‑arrogant William editor fled in disgrace, all because of a woman in a black robe!

This is utterly absurd; Wei Feng's worldview shattered into pieces, never to be picked up again.

Lin Ge remained silent, wondering what sort of people Zheng Lao Ban usually deals with—what is the background of this foreigner in a black robe? How could a single sentence drive the Financial Times' East Asia editor to flee in terror?

But this is good; it saves more trouble. Actually Su Yun isn't just hot‑headed youth—he holds many trump cards; I was the one who was wrong.

Lin Ge repeatedly reviewed his mistakes, realizing his understanding of Zheng Lao Ban was still insufficient.

Tangxiu glanced at Ma Li Si with some fear, instinctively shifting toward Zheng Ren.

"Don't be afraid, she's my patient." Zheng Ren said, "Ma Li Si, we're busy on this side; please go back first."

"I already said it's unnecessary." Ma Li Si laughed, "Yun Ge'er is too nervous. However, only young people weigh worldly interests so heavily—this is a gift bestowed on youth by their ancestors."

"Hmm, got it. Go back for now; you have surgery the day after tomorrow and need rest." Zheng Ren's tone grew slightly impatient, repeating his request for Ma Li Si to leave.

Ma Li Si sensed the meaning in Zheng Ren's words, placed her hands before her chest, performed a gesture, then turned and left.

As she passed Wei Feng's side, he felt a cold gaze from behind the black hood. He again felt a chill to the bone, as if the black robe wrapped a huge block of ice.

He involuntarily shivered and stepped back a few paces.

"There's an emergency surgery; I can't attend to you." Zheng Ren looked at Tangxiu and Sun Zeli, apologetically saying.

"Boss Zheng, you're busy, you're busy." Sun Zeli hurriedly said.

She didn't ask about the phone matter; seeing that Zheng Lao Ban still hadn't received a call, she thought better not to rub salt in the wound.

However, Zheng Lao Ban seems a bit stronger than I imagined, and differs from the memory of that somewhat inexperienced yet resolute young doctor during the earthquake relief efforts.

In Sun Zeli's impression, Zheng Lao Ban is still the figure who ventured into the seismic center during the earthquake relief. Whether encountering freezing rain to scout or walking beside the landslide dam lake into the seismic center, his expression never changed.

But now… the arrogant William editor of the Financial Times fled in disgrace before one of his patients, yet I see no special respect Zheng Lao Ban shows that patient—it's just like talking to any ordinary patient.

The young and tender him had grown up without noticing.