Ansheng: [Hello, is this Professor Ge? I was referred by Sister Ma Cuifeng, she said after listening to Professor Ge's health seminar and adjusting according to the medicinal scriptures, her presbyopia improved, her neck issues are gone, and even the nighttime urination stopped... Can I sign up?]
Professor Ge's Assistant: [Hello, Professor Ge is currently teaching a class. I'm his assistant Xiao Wu. Do you have any symptoms you can tell us about? Professor Ge's seminar mainly focuses on nurturing the body, and if you have acute conditions, we recommend stabilizing your health first and then complementing with nurturing.]
Ansheng: [Well... I have kidney deficiency combined with a bit of impotence, and due to prolonged sitting, I have hemorrhoids the size of a fist, not a child's fist, but the size of my wife's fist. If you can treat it, I'm quite desperate, my wife wants a divorce because she has to push it back in for me every day!]
At the other end, on Professor Ge's WeChat, there was a long silence, as if the words had assaulted the brain, leaving the person dumbfounded.
Some things really don't need to be described so vividly, I, a young lady, can't bear to see these.
Professor Ge: [Sir, your situation is hard to clarify through WeChat in a short time. If you have the time, you can come to the Nocturnal City Hotel here, and after Professor Ge finishes the health seminar, he can diagnose you.]
Ansheng: [Thank you so much, if you can really cure me, I'll write you a check.]
Check... Check? A strange word. Assistant Xiao Wu stared at the phone screen, bewildered.
"Could it be... caught a big fish?" Sitting backstage, Xiao Wu glanced at the spirited, not-at-all elderly Professor Ge on stage, muttering.
Meanwhile, a black business car, upon learning the address, quickly headed to the Great Tang Night City Hotel.
"......"
Lin Ying, holding Master Fox in her arms, witnessed Master Fox's scam process and his chat content on WeChat. Lin Ying's face was silent, the expression on her face unchanged like an ancient well, gradually stirred by a rising tide.
The buff of middle-aged man's woe stacked completely.
But where did Master Fox learn this? Although they're objectively existing private issues, coming from a mischievous fox makes Lin Ying feel Master Fox... was sullied.
"Master Fox... Your medical terms sounded quite professional, can you tell me where you learned them?"
"Um... heard it from Su Qiyuan's mouth." Master Fox's clear childlike voice rang out.
"Oh..." Upon hearing Su Qiyuan's name, Lin Ying nodded knowingly, asking no more.
Su Qiyuan's severe hemorrhoid issue was known throughout the entire village in Changxi Town.
Even neighboring villages' tea farmers learned of it due to the tea competition, and Lin Ying, who hardly gossips, has heard about it too.
If it's Su Qiyuan... then these matters aren't surprising. A flash of sympathy crossed Lin Ying's eyes as she gently stroked the fur on Master Fox's belly.
[Su Qiyuan seems to be just over thirty, right? So young, and already like this? So pitiful... – Lin Ying recalled Su Qiyuan's stories, lightly shaking her head inside, contemplating whether she should hire a famous mountain-city proctologist for him. After all, he has cared for Master Fox a lot, gathering all those unspeakable issues at such a young age, it's just too tragic...]
[Wishes Fulfilled: Gah!]
"???"
Master Ansheng watched Lin Ying with a strange expression.
A specialist doesn't seem necessary.
Su Qiyuan has the money to cure it, just never finds the time due to his busy work schedule. If you genuinely want to help, buying him a couple of boxes of strong-adhesive sanitary pads would suffice.
"You guys wait for me in the parking lot! Soon, Ansheng is going to beat up the big con artist; seeing it will give you phantom pain."
Arriving at the Nocturnal City Hotel's entrance, Ansheng spoke to Lin Ying.
Dealing with scoundrels that scam money from the elderly, in Xia Dong, they'd be taken to the ancestral hall for a three-court trial, then stuffed into a pig basket and plunged into water for three to four days.
Of course.
Due to limited conditions, Ansheng couldn't find a pig basket to house Professor Ge.
But Ansheng has the Shattering Tyrant Fist, perfectly capable of running over a hundred meters to land a kick on Professor Ge's philtrum, smashing his champagne dream of beautiful women, sending him to pick up the soap.
Master Fox climbed up the glass curtain wall, looking at the banquet hall window on the fifth floor.
The fifth floor of the Nocturnal City Hotel, where Professor Ge rented to hold the health seminar.
Ansheng glanced inside, preparing to find an open window to enter.
But it was precisely that glance that left Master Fox entirely stunned.
In the banquet hall stage, Professor Ge faced his followers and students, prattling on about the nurturing theories in the Inner Scripture of the Master of Purity, and in the throes of excitement, Professor Ge slapped the lectern and grasped a corner of the solid wood long table, lifting two to three hundred pounds of it.
"Boom—"
About one and a half meters long, five centimeters thick, metal adjustable legged long table, it crashed heavily onto the stage, leaving elders and middle-aged folks watching this scene in awe.
The dull thud of the solid wood table crashing onto the stage echoed like a thundering surprise in the hearts and minds of everyone.
A robust elderly man in his sixties or seventies, easily lifting the solid wood table single-handedly?
Such a stunning scene, undeniably real, left nothing falsified before their eyes.
"Hahaha... apologies, the old man got excited."
Professor Ge pretended to be distracted, laughing as he spoke to everyone present:
"Mentioning current Chinese medicine riles me up, all the mediocre doctors who mislead the youth!"
"Medicine? What is medicine? Real medicine draws on the essence of sun and moon, mature after being tempered by time, becoming spiritual objects; yet current Chinese medicine? It's filled with bookish fools!"
"Not understanding the esoteric medicine principles, nor aware of time's mysteries, seeking profit, they cultivate medicinal herbs with fertilizer, sell them as immortal elixirs to ordinary people who haven't grasped the mysteries! Unknowingly, these herbs become harmful toxins due to absorbing impurities!"
"Patients come with hope and expectation seeking doctors, unethical doctors sell toxins to ordinary folks. Worse still, using concentration technology, they condense these impurities into a liquid, shamelessly claiming better effects at high prices! Unafraid of patients living too long!"
"It is due to those mediocre doctors and the selfish stakeholders that our traditional Chinese medicine gets tarnished and slandered. Who would have thought, Japanese pharmaceutical companies bought so many of our medicinal fields and recipes; if they're ineffective, why do they buy them?"
"Are they foolish? No, they're cunning! Insidious!"
Professor Ge, speaking from the heart, was filled with righteous indignation, raising his hand, delivering a powerful palm strike on the solid wood long table, causing the stage to slightly tremble.
And on the solid wood long table, a clearly visible palm imprint appeared.
You could even see the fractured wood fibers on the cross-section of the solid wood long table.
"Crikey..."
Ansheng with a face full of astonishment and uncertainty, gazed at the inside where Professor Ge slapping the long table with a palm imprint:
"Looks like one kick won't cure him; might have to use the marble Roman columns at the banquet hall entrance instead!"
"And his mouth would need some pressure cooking as well."
"Or else, his mouth is too tough to fix."