Chapter 605: This Farce Should Come to an End
Sun Chuanrong stood on the stage with a microphone in hand, glancing at the time on his watch. It was already time for the summit to begin.
But below the stage... it was still a chaotic mess.
What the hell is going on?
The originally harmonious Traditional Medicine Summit has somehow split into two camps: traditional medicine and western medicine?
And Lin Tian, if you’re going to talk, just talk. Why are you standing on the table? Do you not care about the officials’ dignity by looking down on them from up there?
There was a staff member next to him, wanting to remind him to quickly stop the farce below.
But the staff member didn’t dare to speak, as his position wasn’t as high as Sun Chuanrong’s.
Sun Chuanrong actually knew this farce should end, but... things had spiraled beyond control.
Is Lin Tian this capable of causing trouble?
...
Liu Mang looked up at Lin Tian, forced to tilt his head because this guy was standing ridiculously high.
Not just Liu Mang; everyone had to lift their heads to see him...
Liu Mang was so angry his teeth itched. What do you mean a mental illness episode? What do you mean I’m a patient?
I’m perfectly fine!
This lie absolutely cannot be perpetuated! Otherwise, forget about becoming a director, I might have to stay in a mental hospital myself!
Even worse, I didn’t even get a chance to explain, and everyone already believed it. Their gazes at me were rather strange.
Liu Mang opened his mouth to explain, but right then, Lin Tian standing high above asked, "Everyone, in the face of a mental illness, what should we do?"
"..."
Before anyone could answer, Lin Tian said, "Of course, send him to a mental hospital, that’s the safest way. But isn’t it necessary to stop him now that he’s having an episode?" Lin Tian asked again.
"..."
Lin Tian answered his own question: "Yes!"
"So... how should we stop him?" Lin Tian turned his gaze to an official.
Although the official felt this way of asking from on high was strange, after thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Get security."
"No." Lin Tian waved his hand, "That takes too long, who knows if this guy might hurt someone."
"So what do you suggest?" someone asked.
"Just knock him out directly," Lin Tian said, then jumped off the table with both feet and swiftly chopped Liu Mang’s neck with a hand blade.
Liu Mang rolled his eyes and promptly fainted.
"You!" A western doctor pointed at Lin Tian, wanting to say something.
"You what? Is there a problem with stopping a lunatic? What if he goes on a rampage with a knife? Can you take responsibility?" Lin Tian glared at the western doctor.
"I..." the western doctor stumbled on his words. He wanted to argue back, but what could he say? Lin Tian escalated things, making it seem so serious that nothing he could say would matter.
Looking at Liu Mang fainted on the chair, Mr. Zhang’s facial muscles twitched. Wasn’t that too harsh? Liu Mang’s neck was all red.
Just then, the sound system blared with Sun Chuanrong’s voice: "Haha, good morning everyone. The biennial medical summit is upon us again, and the young people these days are really skilled. That’s a good thing, an inspiration for us old-timers, highlighting the importance of the summit!"
"As per tradition, our summit will last for three days. Everyone can speak freely and exchange ideas. But most importantly, keep things amicable, after all, harmony brings wealth."
"As per summit tradition, we’ll first discuss the major events in the medical field of Celestial Dragon Continent this year. After lunch, there will be ten speeches and interview sessions. Starting tomorrow morning, there will be free clinics for two days. The night after tomorrow, a small closed auction will be held."
Speaking is an art, and Sun Chuanrong adeptly relieved Lin Tian, or he would surely have clashed with those western doctors again.
His words not only praised Lin Tian but also brought the focus back to the summit.
Once more, all cameras turned back to the stage. Lin Tian had a moment’s respite, or surely the reporters would have pounced like hungry wolves.
Lin Tian gave Sun Chuanrong a grateful look and a thumbs-up, receiving a smile in return.
Just as Lin Tian was about to leave smoothly, someone called out to him.
"You’re Lin Tian, right?"
The voice came from the first row of the guest seats. Lin Tian turned to see a middle-aged man speaking to him, appearing to be in his sixties, with half-black, half-white hair, a square face, exuding an air of authority just by sitting there.
Lin Tian noticed the nameplate on the table: Deputy Director of the Ministry of Health - Zhang Zhixing
"Hello, Minister, do you need something?" Lin Tian nodded and greeted. This was a high-ranking official; he couldn’t be too brash about it, that would be too arrogant.
"Of course, there’s something. There’s a vacant seat here, let’s sit down and talk,"
After Lin Tian sat down, Mr. Zhang said, "Chuanrong mentioned to me that you’re a traditional medicine genius. I was curious, and it turns out you’re quite impressive."
This scene drew the attention of many. Everyone knew how many people went through great lengths to make connections or find opportunities to speak with Zhang Zhixing. It was unexpected for Lin Tian to be so fortunate!
Talking to a minister represents what?
It means if he gives you a chance, there would be a promising future, wealth, beauties, and handsome men! Completely changing one’s destiny! Making the poor rich, and the rich richer!
Lin Tian didn’t expect to be praised, but he also became vaguely worried. Don’t pay attention to me, I don’t want to be too high-profile. I just want to keep a low profile! Otherwise, every strange illness will look for me, and will I even have time to date?
Mr. Zhang didn’t know Lin Tian’s mindset. If he did, he would probably be—very frustrated.
"I wonder if the young man plans to pursue an official career? If you do, I can introduce you to a place to train for a few years first."
Ears may have caught Mr. Zhang’s words, the implication was simple. It was astonishingly direct to give him such an opportunity! A few years of training would be a golden layer, and by then, rising through the ranks and acquiring wealth would just be a matter of Mr. Zhang’s words.
"Sorry, I have no interest in being an official. I’m not smart; I wouldn’t survive in the political arena," Lin Tian found an excuse to decline.
People around thought this guy’s head must be broken to refuse this?
Mr. Zhang paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "I recall Chuanrong telling me your teacher is the gentleman, isn’t he?"
The gentleman naturally referred to Zhao Xuefeng.
The esteemed Zhao Xuefeng, honored by powerful clan elders, was not an empty title.
Lin Tian nodded happily, "Indeed, he is my teacher; he’s sitting behind now."
"Hmm, I know. That old man is still as stubborn. He refuses to join the Ministry of Health, and you seem to have the same disposition." Mr. Zhang shook his head helplessly.