Chapter 402: with translation of the title line (which is line [1] actually includes title and note)

394 Medical disturbance's strategic transformation (thirty-something, wishes all book friends auspicious and smooth)

The municipal bureau's criminal police were dispatched, and at the fastest speed they smashed a criminal gang that kidnapped babies and extorted hospitals.

The whole process took less than 24 hours.

Evening, in a dilapidated house in the urban-rural fringe, several people gathered together to drink and eat.

The person sitting among them was none other than Dahungya, who had caused trouble at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan before.

He popped open a bottle of Qingdao Pure Draft with his teeth, glug-glug drank half a bottle, and foam trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk~~~ah~~~" he let out an extremely refreshing sound.

"Brother, today we owe this to you." a burly simple-minded looking guy said.

"Of course, back then you still put thought into it—really, you were asking for death." Dahungya was pleased with this flattery, saying, "Let me tell you, is that place at City First Hospital somewhere you can just run wild? You haven't even waved your sign enough yet?"

"But in all of Hai Cheng, City First Hospital is the fattest; lose it and our work is cut in half." Another shifty-eyed person said worriedly, "It's all my fault—I saw those guys offering a high price, plus a ten-thousand-yuan advance, so…"

"I already told you, Sixth Brother doesn't let us go. Your lackeys' legs broken are just broken; I'm afraid my leg might get fractured." Dahungya bared his teeth and laughed: "People drifting in the underworld, if your moves aren't sharp, you deserve to be done in. Those so-called fierce dragons haven't even crossed the river yet before being pressed down at City First Hospital."

"Brother, it's strange—this gang has extorted how many hospitals from south to north with no trouble, yet they got pressed down at City First Hospital."

"Later I inquired a bit—what I'll say will scare you." Dahungya gulped down the rest of the beer, his face shining with an oily sheen.

All his little brothers knew his conduct; various flattery swarmed in, only the honest-looking guy chuckled, waiting for Dahungya to explain the full story.

"Do you know who the old Director Pan of the Emergency Department at City First Hospital is?" Dahungya continued to keep them in suspense.

"Isn't he just an old military doctor? A few years ago, the little ads on telephone poles were all 'old military doctor this and that'—is he formidable?"

"A few years back, hehe." Dahungya, his spirits high from the beer, opened another bottle, spat the cap aside, and said, "Let me tell you, if it had been ten years earlier, if we caused trouble at City First Hospital, old Director Pan could make one phone call and summon a truckload of big-headed soldiers to beat us until we defecated." (Note 1)

"…" Everyone was shocked—there was still such a risk causing trouble at City First Hospital. Yet they hadn't seen any formidable tactics from that old director.

Last time, that incident ended with just making a banner, which everyone took turns holding until those young masters were satisfied.

"That's just how it is now—be content." Dahungya said, sighing, "From now on, life will only get harder; we must seize the time to do some other business."

"This hospital job, I think they're eating well." A little brother said, "Brother, they bite off tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands at a go—I think they're stronger than us. I'm pondering…"

"Smack~" Dahungya slapped the back of that person's head, nearly sending his skull into the table.

"Get lost, kid—are you just money‑grabbing? Can you even do that despicable thing?" Dahungya made a move to hit again, but was held back.

"Kidnapping, buying sick children, taking them to hospitals to see a doctor and extort money—this kind of despicable act, hardly anyone nationwide dares to do." Dahungya, somewhat excited, pointed at the young man and cursed: "You fucking want to have sons without **? What we do is righteous, justice for the people! What they do is fucking deserving of lightning strikes, despicable!"

Dahungya cursed for several minutes, saliva spraying everywhere.

What righteous deed—he himself knows it doesn't hold up.

But in everything, fear comes from comparison; compared to those gangs that roam the nation committing crimes and extorting, Dahungya and his crew's actions are just a little witch seeing a great witch.

These people really have guts, just as Dahungya said: in rural areas elsewhere they buy children with congenital diseases at extremely low prices, bring them to big cities, and use the children to extort hospitals.

Nowadays, hospitals are inherently weak in public opinion.

Wherever they go, they use underworld connections to collude with local medical troublemakers, then blow the matter up.

Even if a child dies, they will still exploit them.

Moreover, in their view, a dead child can yield more extortion money than a living one.

They don't linger long in any place, leaving after just one or two extortions.

They also don't make too big a fuss; indeed, as long as the hospital is willing to pay, they proactively seek to settle things peacefully.

If they cause a big scene, it's no benefit to them, after all they need to roam the nation.

If other hospitals had defenses, this trick wouldn't be so fun.

It's a lucrative business—just… fucking despicable.

It's said that in the circle, not many are willing to lower their faces to do this kind of thing. Besides some people who are naturally interested in such things, there are those who are money‑grabbing and will do anything for money.

No wonder Dahungya's underlings are interested—this racket brings in money fast.

But who would have thought they'd traversed the length and breadth of the country, seen countless mountains and rivers, only to come a cropper in this remote little city of Hai Cheng.

Dahungya, saliva spraying, pointed his chopsticks at his own underling and said, "I've lined up a good gig—hospital security work in Sheng Cheng; let's do this."

"Brother, what's good about being a guard?" An unconvinced underling said, "How much per month?"

"There's no wage; Sixth Brother said we don't have to pay money."

"…" Many underlings were speechless.

Fuck, no wage—what's good about this job? Moreover, listening to Dahungya's meaning, it seems he actually wants us to do this work and still pay money.

Where is heaven's reason?

"Nearsighted!" Dahungya said, "Don't think Hai Cheng is the whole world—Hai Cheng is palm‑sized; everybody knows everybody. If you get sick, you can always find a familiar doctor. But in Sheng Cheng it's different. Patients from the whole province go there, and a specialist registration costs several hundred."

The quick‑witted little brother's eyes lit up immediately.

"Brother, you mean scalping specialist registrations?"

"Once we're familiar, we bring people to see a doctor and say they're relatives from our hometown; those old specialists are all kind‑hearted, nobody minds seeing one or two extra patients. It's all money, and it's not conscience‑hurting." Dahungya said, "In the past, making money will get harder from now on; we need to… uh… right, we need to transform!"

"Brother, let's go to Di Du—a specialist registration scalper ticket goes for several thousand." A little brother with a wandering mind said.

"Get lost, you calf!" Dahungya kicked him under the table and cursed, "Can't you have a bit of common sense? The security at Di Du hospitals are all controlled by big security conglomerates. I won't say more, but if you go compete with them, I guarantee you'll walk in upright and leave sideways."

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Note 1: 09, 10, when supporting Weihai, the hospital's medical section chief was a rehired military region high‑cadre ward director. The hospital was just founded; the development zone had something something collecting protection fees, and it actually came to the hospital. The medical section chief directly set up a feast and talked numbers; outside, several trucks of big‑headed soldiers, at the slightest disagreement they'd want to fight. This story, plus some other legends, I heard from local little doctors; I've never seen the medical section chief, Lord Damingshen, but anyway I greatly admire him.