Chapter 2651: 2552.2455 Fleeing in Disarray

2552.2455 Fleeing in Disarray

Tangxiu thought the situation was very troublesome; the editor of the Financial Times had physical contact with Yun Ge'er, and if someone deliberately sought fault, it would leave a major hidden risk.

Not winning the Nobel Prize was somewhat regrettable, but it was expected; few people win on their first nomination, otherwise Haruki Murakami's doorstep would not be besieged by countless reporters each year.

But offending the editor of the Financial Times would likely bring even greater trouble……

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

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

As the words echoed, 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 doing here?' Zheng Ren frowned and asked.

'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 pitch‑black robe, sending chills down one's spine.

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

Su Yun is really ridiculous, using a crystal ball to tell the future in the hospital—should we wear Daoist robes and wield a peach‑wood sword to cast spells? Throw in a chicken‑beheading ritual for good measure.

'Doctor Zheng, you really don't want to take a look? For me it's no difficulty.' The witch Ma Li Si's voice grew more tempting.

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

'No.' Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun, that guy… I can't be bothered to talk about him. Zheng Ren always treats such supernatural nonsense with respect and distance.

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

She merely acts mysteriously, her whereabouts unpredictable; each divination costs a fortune. Even if money were no object, wanting to find her for a reading doesn't guarantee you'll locate her.

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

Usually Ma Li Si does divinations via video, so no one knows where she is. Who would have thought this mysterious witch would actually be in the Imperial Capital……

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 already. But this is the Imperial Capital—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 for a moment.

'William… are you William Arthur Louis of the Financial Times? Last year you divined about the Pulitzer Prize?' the woman asked again, 'Is it that your fraud wasn't exposed, or did something happen that made you lose respect for your master?'

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

Of course, Ma Li Si the witch 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 indistinct words, then fled in panic.

Several crew members saw the editor's panicked 'escape' and were dumbfounded. They glanced at each other, 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, the two sides will clash, and in the end the impostor will come to a bad end, his reputation ruined!

All I need to do is stand aside and watch the joke; nothing else required.

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

But the next moment, the situation changed abruptly. The ever‑arrogant editor of the Financial Times fled in disarray, 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; who is this foreigner in a black robe? How could a single sentence scare away the Financial Times' East Asia editor?

But this is good; it saves further trouble. It turns out Su Yun isn't just hot‑headed youth—others have many more trump cards, and I was the one who was wrong.

Lin Ge repeatedly reviewed his mistake; his understanding of Zheng Lao Ban was still insufficient.

Tangxiu glanced at Ma Li Si with some fear, then unconsciously shifted toward Zheng Ren.

'Don't be afraid, she's one of my patients.' Zheng Ren said, 'Ma Li Si, we're busy over here—please go back first.'

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

'Hmm, understood. Go back for now; you have surgery the day after tomorrow and need rest.' Zheng Ren's tone grew slightly impatient; he repeated his request that Ma Li Si return first.

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

As he passed Wei Feng, Wei Feng felt a cold gaze from behind the black hood, as if the robe concealed a block of ice; he again felt a bone‑deep chill.

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.

'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 it best not to rub salt in the wound.

However, Zheng Lao Ban seems a bit stronger than I imagined, and unlike the somewhat inexperienced yet resolute young doctor I remembered from the earthquake relief efforts.

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

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

The young, inexperienced him had grown up without realizing it.