redvbooks Chapter 115 Expert, Your Wig is Crooked
Chapter 115 Expert, Your Wig is Crooked
The Grand Hyatt Hotel in Changxiang City is a five-star hotel, resplendent in gold.
Luxury cars lined the entrance to the banquet hall today, and medical elites in suits were everywhere.
In stark contrast, a Wuling Hongguang van covered in mud chugged to a stop right in front of the hotel.
Just as the doorman was about to go up and drive him away, the car door was pulled open with a whoosh, and Guan Shan's towering figure emerged, carrying a jar wrapped in black cloth.
The doorman instantly swallowed back the words "No parking here," and instead stammered, "Welcome... welcome."
Wang Minyu, wearing his signature old white coat, led Li Siyuan, who was dressed in a bright red Tang suit, Zhao Na, who was dressed in a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, and Su Qing, who was dressed in black and looked menacing, toward the registration area in a grand procession.
The team's bizarre style drew the attention of passing experts, who whispered among themselves.
"Isn't that Wang Minyu, the 'internet celebrity doctor'?"
"Is that the guy who used pork to cure facial paralysis? How can someone like that be attending an academic conference?"
"I heard that Dean Jia specifically invited him here as a negative example. Just wait and see what happens."
At the registration desk, several staff members were looking at them with the same eyes one would give relatives from the countryside.
"Please show me your invitation." The staff member was a woman with exquisite makeup, who pinched her nose as if she had smelled something strange.
Wang Minyu slammed the crumpled, gold-embossed invitation card onto the table.
The woman glanced at it casually, a hint of sarcasm playing on her lips. "Oh, it's Renxin Pharmacy. Sorry, the front seats are full, so we've arranged extra seats for you at the back. Also, this jar..." She pointed to the object in Guan Shan's hand, "...cannot be brought in. Food and dangerous goods are strictly prohibited."
"These are emergency medicines," Wang Minyu said with a straight face, "They contain 'Millennium Awakening Ointment,' which is specially used to treat all kinds of unconsciousness and brain damage."
"This smell..." the woman frowned, "It smells like a sewer burst."
"Good medicine tastes bitter, and miracle drugs smell bad." Wang Minyu leaned closer and suddenly lowered his voice, "Beautiful lady, have you been feeling cold in your lower back lately, have irregular periods, and suffer from migraines every afternoon at three o'clock?"
The woman was stunned, nearly dropping her pen: "How...how did you know?"
"Don't use such thick foundation to cover your dark circles; it's causing liver qi stagnation." Wang Minyu pointed to his eyes. "I can tell. Tell your husband to drink less, and your headache will naturally go away."
The woman subconsciously touched her face, her imposing manner instantly diminishing.
The panic of having her privacy violated made her forget to stop them, and she mechanically handed them admission passes: "Go...go in."
Inside the venue, hundreds of seats were arranged in a tiered fashion.
Sitting on the stage was a row of elderly experts with gray hair. The old man in the very center, with a ruddy complexion and a slicked-back hairstyle, was none other than the mastermind behind this scheme—Vice President Jia Daoquan.
Wang Minyu and his group were seated on folding chairs in the last corner, next to a trash can.
"This location has good feng shui, with its back to the exit, making it convenient for evacuation." Wang Minyu sat down without any hesitation, casually took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket, and distributed them to his apprentices. "Here, have one."
The crunching sound of sunflower seeds being cracked was particularly jarring in the solemn meeting hall.
Jia Daoquan on the stage frowned and tapped the microphone: "Quiet! The meeting is now beginning. Today we will not only discuss academic matters, but also set things right and crack down on those quack doctors who use the banner of traditional Chinese medicine to swindle and deceive people."
As he said this, his gaze was fixed on Wang Minyu in the corner.
All eyes turned to them, filled with scrutiny and ridicule.
Li Siyuan shrank his neck, while Zhao Na buried her face in the collar of her cheongsam.
Only Guan Shan, holding the jar, looked bewildered because he couldn't understand; Su Qing, on the other hand, coldly returned the gaze, her eyes seeming to be assessing the location of Jia Daoquan's carotid artery.
Wang Minyu spat out the sunflower seed shells, raised his hand, and said loudly like a primary school student answering a question, "Dean Jia is right! It's everyone's responsibility to combat fraudsters. So I suggest we first remove that expert wearing a wig, the third one from the left on the stage. His wig is made of inferior synthetic fibers, and the formaldehyde it releases is almost rotting his own scalp. Doesn't that count as false advertising?"
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone looked at the third expert on the left—a highly respected professor of dermatology.
The old professor's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he subconsciously straightened his slightly crooked hair.
This act of helping him up only confirmed Wang Minyu's words.
*Pfft.* Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Jia Daoquan was so angry his beard trembled: "Wang Minyu! This is an academic conference, not your marketplace! Stop spouting nonsense!"
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. I haven't made any mistakes in my 'observation' diagnosis, have I?" Wang Minyu shrugged. "If you can't even cure your own scalp, what kind of authority do you have for dermatology? Next one."
This move, turning the tables on the guests, instantly shattered the atmosphere in the room.
What was originally planned as a denunciation meeting turned into Wang Minyu's personal talk show.
"Enough!" Jia Daoquan slammed his hand on the table. "Since you boast of your superior medical skills, let's see who's the real deal. Bring the patient up!"
The gate opened, and two security guards pushed a wheelchair in.
A girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a hospital gown, was strapped to a wheelchair. Her hair was disheveled, and a tongue depressor was stuffed in her mouth. She was struggling frantically, and a beast-like growl was coming from her throat.
Her eyes rolled back, and although her limbs were bound by straps, you could still see that her muscles were spasming violently, and her strength was so great that even the wheelchair was shaking.
"This patient has been ill for a week," Jia Daoquan said, resuming his aloof demeanor. "Western medical examinations are all normal. He has attacks at noon and midnight, possessing immense strength and not recognizing his family. Dr. Wang, please, let us witness your 'miraculous arts.'"
The whole place fell silent.
This case is indeed bizarre; many experts present had consulted on it but were at a loss.
Wang Minyu didn't move, but nudged Li Siyuan next to him with his elbow: "Go, Siyuan, this is the question you just practiced."
"Huh? Me?" Li Siyuan pointed to himself, his calves cramping.
"What are you afraid of? Su Qing and Guan Shan will back you up." Wang Minyu threw the sunflower seed shells into the trash can. "Remember what I said, peel onions."
Li Siyuan took a deep breath and, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, steeled himself and walked onto the stage. He was wearing that ridiculous red Tang suit, looking like a clown just starting out.
He walked up to the girl, who suddenly bared her teeth at him and let out a scream.
Li Siyuan was so frightened that he took a step back, but he saw his master's ambiguous smile in the audience.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
see.
The girl's face was flushed, but her lips were chapped.
闻。
Besides the smell of disinfectant from the hospital, there was also a... burnt smell?
ask.
I can't ask, my mouth is blocked.
cut.
Li Siyuan reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist.
The girl suddenly bit down, but luckily Guan Shan rushed onto the stage in time and pressed down on the girl's shoulder with a large hand, like pressing down on a chick, making her unable to move.
Li Siyuan took the opportunity to check his pulse.
The pulse was wiry and rapid, and...scalding hot.
"Peeling onions..." Li Siyuan muttered to himself. It wasn't possession by a ghost, nor was it hysteria.
He suddenly moved closer to the girl's hair, and the smell of burning became even stronger.
He parted the girl's messy hair and found a coin-sized charred mark behind her ear, as if she had been electrocuted.
"Master!" Li Siyuan suddenly turned around, his voice full of confidence, "This isn't an illness! It's poisoning! Central nervous system disorder caused by electric shock, plus... plus long-term use of some kind of stimulant!"
Jia Daoquan's expression changed.
Wang Minyu clapped leisurely from below the stage: "Continue, what doping?"
Li Siyuan pointed to the girl's chapped lips: "Her breath has a faint bitter almond taste. This is... this is from overdosing on certain 'smart drugs' to boost her concentration for exams, resulting in neurotoxicity!"
The audience erupted in uproar.
Wang Minyu stood up and stretched: "Dean Jia, is this what you call a difficult and complicated case? A poor child forced to take medication by his parents and subjected to electric shocks by an unscrupulous internet addiction treatment center, and you're treating him like he's 'possessed by a ghost'? You're not studying medicine, you're studying shamelessness, aren't you?"
The slap was silent, yet it resounded throughout the entire venue.