Chapter 274: Strength Enough to Lift a Solid Wood Dining Table

An Sheng: [Hello, is this Professor Ge? I’m here on the recommendation of Sister Ma Cuifeng. She said after attending your health lecture, she followed the herbal guide and now her presbyopia is gone, her cervical spine no longer goes numb, and she doesn’t wake up at night to urinate anymore. May I sign up for your lecture?]

Professor Ge: [Hello, Professor Ge is currently teaching his students. I’m his assistant, Xiao Wu. Could you tell me your symptoms? Our professor’s lectures focus on health cultivation. If you have an acute illness, we recommend stabilizing your condition first before adding cultivation therapy.]

An Sheng: [I have kidney deficiency with mild erectile dysfunction, and because I sit too long, my hemorrhoids are as big as my wife’s fist—not a child’s fist, my wife’s fist. If you can treat it, I’m desperate. My wife is threatening divorce because she has to stuff them back in every day!]

Opposite Professor Ge’s WeChat, silence stretched for a long while, as if his brain had been violated by text, leaving him utterly stunned.

Some things really don’t need to be described in such vivid detail. I’m just a young girl—I can’t bear to see this.

Professor Ge: [Your condition can’t be explained clearly in a WeChat message in an instant. If you have time, please come to the Bu Ye Cheng Hotel. After my health lecture ends, I’ll have Professor Ge examine you.]

An Sheng: [Thank you, thank you so much. If you really can cure me, I’ll give you a check.]

Check? Such a strange word. Assistant Xiao Wu stared blankly at his phone screen.

“Could I have hooked a big fish?” Xiao Wu, sitting behind the stage, glanced at Professor Ge on stage—energetic, nothing like an octogenarian—and muttered.

Meanwhile, the black business car, upon receiving the address, sped swiftly toward the Tang Dynasty Bu Ye Cheng Hotel.

“.”

Lin Ying, holding Fuli Master in her arms, had witnessed the entire scam process and his WeChat chat logs. Her face remained expressionless, but beneath her calm, still features, a storm of shock began to rise.

The middle-aged man’s buff stack was maxed out.

But where had Fuli Master learned this? Though all these were objectively real, unspoken afflictions, hearing them written by a mischievous little fox made Lin Ying feel Fuli Master had been defiled.

“Fuli Master, your medical terms sounded very professional. Could you tell me where you learned them?”

“Hmm, I heard them from Su Qiyuan.” Fuli Master’s clear, childlike voice rang out.

“Oh.” Hearing Su Qiyuan’s name, Lin Ying nodded lightly, understanding instantly, and asked no further.

Everyone in Zhangxizhen village knew Su Qiyuan suffered from severe hemorrhoids.

Even tea farmers from neighboring villages knew, thanks to the tea competition. Lin Ying, who rarely gossiped, had heard whispers of it too.

If it was Su Qiyuan, then none of this was surprising. Lin Ying’s eyes flickered with pity as she gently stroked the fur on Fuli Master’s belly.

Su Qiyuan seems to be barely in his thirties—has he really fallen into this state so young? How pitiful. — Lin Ying recalled Su Qiyuan’s circumstances and quietly shook her head inside, wondering whether she should hire him a renowned proctologist from Shancheng. After all, he had treated Master Fuli with considerable care, yet at such a young age, he had accumulated every imaginable private affliction—it was simply too tragic.

“???”

An Sheng’s fox face twisted in a strange expression as he glanced at Lin Ying.

A famous doctor probably isn’t needed.

Su Qiyuan has the money to pay for treatment—he just never finds the time because he’s too busy. If you want to help, just send him two boxes of extra-sticky sanitary pads.

“You wait for me in the parking lot! An Sheng is about to beat up a big fraud—watching will give you phantom pain.”

Arriving at the entrance of Bu Ye Cheng Hotel, An Sheng spoke to Lin Ying.

For swindlers who cheat the elderly, in Xia Dong they’d be dragged to the ancestral hall for a three-court trial, then stuffed into a pig cage and boiled for three or four days straight.

For scoundrels who swindle the elderly of their money, Xia Dong would have them dragged to the ancestral hall for a three-judge inquest, then sealed in a pig cage and boiled continuously for three or four days.

Due to limited resources, An Sheng couldn’t find a pig cage to put Professor Ge in.

But An Sheng had the Shui Ba Fist—he could sprint a hundred meters and kick Professor Ge square in the philtrum, shattering his champagne-and-beauty dream and sending him to pick up soap.

The little fox climbed up the glass curtain wall and reached the window of the banquet hall on the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of Bu Ye Cheng Hotel was where Professor Ge had rented space to host his health lecture.

An Sheng glanced inside, preparing to find an open window to slip through.

But that single glance froze the little fox in place.

On the banquet hall stage, Professor Ge was lecturing his followers and students about the Neijing of Baopuzi. When he grew excited, he slammed one hand on the lectern, gripped one corner of the solid wood table, and lifted the two- to three-hundred-pound table effortlessly.

On the banquet hall stage, Professor Ge, addressing his followers and students, endlessly expounded on the health doctrines of the Baopuzi Neijing; when he grew impassioned, he slammed one hand onto the lectern, gripped one corner of the solid wood table, and lifted the two- or three-hundred-pound table clean off the ground.

The solid wood table, one and a half meters long, five centimeters thick, with metal lift legs, crashed onto the stage, leaving the elderly audience and some middle-aged attendees stunned.

The muffled crash of the table striking the stage exploded in everyone’s hearts like thunder over dry land.

A strong man in his sixties or seventies, lifting the solid wood table with one hand, as if it weighed nothing?

This breathtaking scene—real, undeniable—unfolded before their eyes.

“Hahaha, sorry, old man got carried away.”

Professor Ge feigned a moment of daze and laughed to the crowd:

“Talking about modern Chinese medicine makes me furious—it’s all quacks misleading people!”

“Medicine? What is medicine? True medicine draws essence from sun and moon, matures over time, and becomes a spiritual substance. But today’s Chinese medicine? A bunch of bookworms!”

“They don’t understand the metaphysics behind herbal principles, nor do they respect the mystery of time. For profit, they sell fertilizer-grown herbs as miraculous cures to ignorant people! They don’t realize these herbs, soaked in impure qi, have become poisons!”

“Patients come seeking hope, but doctors without ethics sell them poison. Even worse, some use concentration techniques to extract impure qi into liquid form, sell it at high prices, and shamelessly claim it’s more effective—afraid patients will live too long!”

“It’s because of these quacks and their profit-seeking allies that Chinese medicine is being smeared and defamed. Who would’ve thought Japanese pharmaceutical companies have bought up so much of our herb fields and formulas? If they were useless, why would they buy them?”

It is precisely because of the immorality of those quack doctors and the stakeholders profiting from them that traditional Chinese medicine is being smeared and defamed. Who could have imagined how many medicinal fields and formulae the island nation’s pharmaceutical companies have bought from us—if these remedies truly had no effect, why would they buy them?

As Professor Ge spoke with deep emotion, he slammed his palm onto the solid wood table. A palm strike sent shockwaves through the stage, causing it to tremble slightly.

On the surface of the solid wood table, a clear palm print now appeared.

Even the fractured wood fibers within the table’s cross-section were visible.

Even the cross-section of the palm print revealed the fractured wood fibers inside the solid oak table.

An Sheng stared, bewildered, at Professor Ge who had left a palm print on the table:

“Looks like one kick won’t fix it—I’ll need to pick up the marble Roman column by the banquet hall entrance and smash him with it!”

“And his mouth needs to be pressure-cooked.”

“Otherwise, it’s too hard to deal with.”

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