Chapter 2739: 2641.2540 Simple and Brutal Problem Solving

2641.2540 Simple and Brutal Problem Solving

"Song Ying, given your status and position, you probably wouldn't believe this, right?" Su Yun said directly; the displeasure in his words was like a knife tip, flashing cold light, unreservedly directly facing Song Ying.

"Things happened suddenly, so I won't explain." Song Ying sat on the chair, slightly bowed his head, expressing his apology.

"What's the principle behind striking the meridians?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Let me look, do you know the URL, Song Ying?" Seeing Song Ying like that, Su Yun didn't want to say more, so he asked.

"I know." Song Ying started looking up that Master Xiao's website for Su Yun, while Zhao Wenhua said to Zheng Ren: "Zheng Lao Ban, my patient saw him and immediately recognized him. He said he had wanted to attend his training class earlier, but because his family's kids strongly opposed it, he didn't go."

"Hmm."

"This time seeing him, the patient himself said this is fate, his life shouldn't end! So no matter who says anything, he refuses to stay, he must be discharged." Zhao Wenhua said helplessly.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, just sighed.

"His life shouldn't end? This must be a calamity in his fate!" Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"I've sent you the website; have a look yourself." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren took out his phone and opened the link Su Yun had sent.

This is a long Weibo post describing how Master Xiao, on Treasure Island, used meridian‑striking to cure patients with insomnia and hemorrhoids. After the case there is a serial number; the number looks like in the five‑hundred‑thousands.

This number, to some extent, serves as a silent lure, telling those who read the Weibo that he has already treated tens of thousands of "patients".

Further down, it lists all the classic con‑artist tricks, extremely inflammatory.

"Impersonating experts and professors—the bigger the backing, the better; that's typical…… Boss, if you were to become a con‑artist, your background would be pretty big too." Su Yun said while looking at the webpage.

"Cut the nonsense." Zheng Ren rebuked.

"I think this Master Xiao wants a photo with you; after that, who knows what he'll say. Maybe he'll claim that Nobel laureate Dr. Zheng endorses him, or, being thick‑skinned, just say you admire and look up to him, become friends, and then you'll be his friend." Su Yun curled the corner of his mouth, his mocking intent surging like a tide.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, agreeing with Su Yun's view.

"A heir of a traditional Chinese medicine family—tsk tsk, Chinese medicine has been ruined by these people." Su Yun looked at the webpage and said wistfully.

"Claims of pioneering cures—what nonsense. You say Master Yan treats diabetes, yet he still has to go gather herbs and decoct medicine. How does a master pop up who can cure all these diseases just by slapping and tapping?"

Su Yun kept muttering as he read, not saying anything to relieve his inner discomfort.

"Can't help it—some people just believe it." Zheng Ren had already stopped looking; a glance told him it was a fraud, and looking further was pointless.

He's not like Su Yun; Su Yun, this guy, after arguing online with people over and over, always has to find more flaws with reason, profit, and restraint, or else he can't sleep at night.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I won't say more about the apology—what do you think we should do about this?" Song Ying, who also bears responsibility, asked.

"Uh……."

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment.

People like Master Xiao are like big snot—sticky on the hand, hard to shake off, disgusting enough to make you want to vomit. If you really took a photo and left any image material, and it got taken out for publicity, you'd lose all face.

Really sue him?

Just thinking about such people makes Zheng Ren's head ache terribly. It seems there's still no precedent in the country for arresting this kind of fraudster—really annoying.

"Meet him in person; if we can't, just beat him up." Su Yun said, "We're not afraid of a lawsuit—better to make a big deal of it. The bigger the better, while you haven't yet gone to Sweden to accept the award."

Zheng Ren thought it over and nodded.

Right now I'm riding a wave of fame; even if we go to court, I'd have to put the opponent on the opposite side. And with the halo of a Nobel laureate, nobody wants to stand opposite me.

Although Su Yun's suggestion is simple, brutal, and direct, it's a good method. Even if it's extortion, you could damn well pull it off somewhere.

Just a superficial injury—at most fifteen days detention. If they detained me, I'm sure Director Yan would slam the table, and in the end this would amount to nothing.

The fierce fear the stubborn, the stubborn fear the reckless—this Master Xiao probably never imagined that a Nobel laureate isn't the refined, genteel person he pictured.

"All right!" Zheng Ren figured it all out, clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, "Song Ying, arrange dinner with him tonight."

"Zheng Lao Ban, our porcelain is precious—don't let anyone……"

"No worries—talking about fighting, the boss might be a bit weaker than Lao Fan, but about the same. Anyway, for dinner tonight, invite Lao Fan and the class monitor; we definitely won't lose." Su Yun wasn't acting on impulse; he wanted to stand in an invincible position and look down on all opponents.

"Fine, that's settled then." Zheng Ren hammered the final decision.

"What should we beat him up to?" Su Yun asked.

"Too heavy isn't good; if it becomes criminal liability, the situation could blow up even more, and besides we can't afford delays. To keep it under control, I think a slap is just right—it can leave fingertip marks without causing real injury." Zheng Ren said, "Then…… find the media; if he doesn't make a big deal of it, we will."

"I'll find Sun Zeli." Su Yun said.

Afterwards the two began to work out the details; Song Ying looked at Zheng Ren and Su Yun, laughing and crying at the same time—this a Nobel laureate? This is just a street‑ruffian causing trouble.

How many years has it been since I last saw them act like this? How did they end up right before my eyes, alive and well?

Even if it means offending partners, we can't offend Zheng Lao Ban; Song Ying made a swift decision, quickly settled on it, and also started joining the discussion.

Zhao Wenhua stood aside, speechless for a long time.

Is Zheng Lao Ban really this violent? I still remember the patient with pleural effusion—Zheng Lao Ban pointed at his own nose and threatened me; back then I thought it was just a war of words, but now looking back, he actually meant it!

A proud team‑leading professor of 912, beaten in the office until his nose and face are black and blue—this isn't right. How will I face people afterward!

At the annual meeting, when I sat next to someone I don't get along with, pointing and commenting, introducing others—that person, do you know who it is? It's Zhao Wenhua, the one Zheng Lao Ban beat up.

Just thinking about that, Zhao Wenhua shuddered.

Simple and brutal, lacking any technical content. But once a Nobel laureate acts simple and brutal, it becomes terrifying.

This Master Xiao is really unlucky—he didn't even bother to find out what kind of person Zheng Lao Ban is; Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

In the Di Du medical circle they say Zheng Lao Ban is arrogant and overbearing, and it's true—he'll resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. The key point is—nobody has been able to beat him.