Chapter 2930: 2730 Educated by a Medical Quack

"Director Liu, I'm not joking," Dahungya said, grinning. "Like just now, in our trade we'd call it…… never mind, it's all feudal superstition nonsense, I won't embarrass myself. Actually those so-called ancestral traditions are bunk; using Boss Zheng's words, it's called having a family hereditary disease history."

Liu Zewei's interest sparked instantly; he interlaced his fingers, placed them on his chin, and smiled, asking, "What hereditary disease?"

Those crazy, supernatural‑type folks basically all have a lineage; they're not common, but not rare either. When I was young I ran a single‑gang operation, I've been to basically every big and small village in the three northeastern provinces. To put it that way, getting a genuine one out of ten‑mile‑eight‑village area is already pretty good.

Is this true or false?

"It's real," Dahungya said. "That's why I said all that. If it were fake, there'd be no point in talking nonsense."

"……" Liu Zewei gave Dahungya a serious once‑over.

"I looked it up and also consulted the head of the Neurology Department." Dahungya said, "This condition isn't common; it's called acquired neuromyotonia, known in English as Isaacs syndrome. I think the English term sounds more impressive—I took three days to memorize it. It's really hard to remember; how do you lot even get through those bird‑scratch documents?"

"How did you think of that?" Gao Shaojie interjected. As for the English term Dahungya mentioned, he didn't catch a word of it.

"In the countryside they trigger the attack by drinking cold water, starting that… thing." Dahungya glossed over the feudal‑superstition vocabulary; with the recent crackdown on organized crime and evil at its peak, he was being very careful.

"One gulp of cold water and the whole person changes." Dahungya said, "A few months ago I tried the same routine, just a bit more upscale. That's the kind of thing that could actually be presented properly, whereas these little brats will spend their whole lives dealing with this low‑grade stuff."

Gao Shaojie saw contempt in Dahungya's eyes and found it somewhat amusing.

Are we really comparing who's more refined among the low‑brow? Still, Dahungya's way of handling the problem was quite commendable; Gao Shaojie only muttered to himself, then sighed, thinking that if it were him and Liu Zewei, they'd surely mess this up.

In the end things were likely to end up half‑done, causing a scene that couldn't be gracefully exited, planting a future hidden trouble for Liu Zewei.

What Dahungya described, Gao Shaojie had also seen—it was damn frightening. When this guy starts pulling supernatural tricks, it's not just ordinary talent.

"But my stuff is also low‑brow," Dahungya immediately said. "Boss Zheng saw through it at a glance. To be honest, I can't figure out how he knows; maybe it's hereditary."

"Cut the nonsense, Boss Zheng doesn't have time to study that." Liu Zewei snapped. "Tell me about that person just now, then what happened?"

"Director Hui of the Neurology Department told me the condition worsens progressively; clinically, visible involuntary continuous trembling of the shoulder, thigh, and calf muscles occurs—mild cases improve or disappear after sleep, severe cases still show it during sleep." Dahungya said, "Once explained like that it's clear; I've seen a few such people, and they all present the same symptoms."

Dahungya felt it odd to describe the symptoms of jianghu frauds, and at that moment he found it a bit funny, wondering if he was a doctor—being a doctor didn't seem that hard.

He was certainly not a doctor and would never become one, yet here he sat giving two professors a "lesson."

This absurd scenario made Dahungya feel good about himself; he chuckled and said, "Director Hui said that acquired neuromyotonia is linked to the body producing anti‑VGKC autoantibodies that target the nerve‑muscle junction, similarly affecting the normal function of potassium ion channels."

"You say your jargon is so convoluted that hardly anyone understands it," Dahungya muttered, his habitual contempt for doctors naturally seeping through.

Liu Zewei and Gao Shaojie shook their heads.

It's truly absurd—being educated by a professional medical quack, how would you even put that into words?

"That person was too green; I wasn't sure at first, but a simple bluff and I had them figured out. As for swindlers, once you explain their logic clearly, their courage falters. Few are like me—trying to con me isn't that easy." Dahungya said proudly, "I've got this all figured out."

"By the way, where did those women come from?" Liu Zewei asked.

Although the big lie felt satisfying, he hadn't lost his reason; he gave a faint smile, pretending to be profound.

"Captain Huang, we're not strangers—if you have something to say, just speak up. This time you helped me out; any requests?" Liu Zewei, being straightforward, directly brought up the benefits.

"Director Liu, you're on point!" Dahungya praised.

Liu Zewei stared at Dahungya seriously, saying nothing.

"How about from now on you give me two of your expert‑clinic slots per day outside the regular hospital?" Dahungya asked.

In Sheng Cheng, a specialist‑appointment scalper's ticket goes for 200‑500 each, nowhere near the capital's rates, but since they're available every day, it's still a tidy income.

"No need for that hassle," Liu Zewei said. "I only do one expert clinic a week; if you have patients, just bring them here—I won't turn them away as long as I have time."

"Ha, I knew Director Liu you'd be stand‑up!" Dahungya exclaimed, jumping up and reaching out his hand.

"But only if it's related to my profession," Liu Zewei said, still having no intention of shaking Dahungya's hand, speaking flatly.

"Sure, don't worry," Dahungya chuckled. "The parking lot, the outpatient clinic—there are plenty of people who can't get a number. My buddies dig up ten or eight cirrhosis‑with‑ascites patients a day like it's a game."

"……" Liu Zewei blinked, realizing he'd misspoken.

"Director Liu, Professor Gao, and also Boss Zheng's side—I'd like you two to say a few kind words for me." Dahungya had already risen, bowed deeply, and said, "Thanks, thanks. I won't bother you further; if anything else comes up, just find me—if you say no, I swear I'm not anyone's son."

Seeing Dahungya leave and close the door, Gao Shaojie laughed, "Old Liu, you've really found yourself a big job."

"Sigh, these petty tricks—I can't outplay him." Liu Zewei sighed. "If he weren't wary of Boss Zheng, I wouldn't get any peace day after day. Old Gao, be honest—haven't you noticed?"

"Oh? How so?"

"He already knew all about this; he'd stationed guards at the door to watch, and when I returned he'd show up right away. Even beforehand he'd figured out how to settle the matter, and that bunch of women had arrived early, just waiting for the word to rush in."

"……" Gao Shaojie couldn't quite grasp it—was Old Liu overthinking things?