Chapter 1133 — In Such a Hurry to Leave? Just as Everyone Was Waiting, No Miracle Came: The Man's Wound Would Not Stop Bleeding, but Still Bled On and On
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"What wound medicine? It's an obvious scam - it doesn't work at all! Look: my hand, still bleeding, without a scrap of improvement!" The man held up his bleeding hand in agitation and shouted to the reporters present: "Look for yourselves. Even the medicine they use on themselves at their own launch is this useless - what hope is there for the retail version they're selling?"
Most of the reporters on hand were well disposed toward Dr. Guan Pharmaceuticals, but goodwill was goodwill and facts were facts: the bleeding plainly had not stopped, right before their eyes. Cameras came up all the same, and they began photographing the scene.
Fatty Lai was dumbfounded. How could it not work? He trusted Wei Zhao's medicine one hundred percent!
Kang Jingming was at a loss as well. His experience had always been thin, and now that something had gone wrong on top of it, he naturally had no idea how to respond.
Meanwhile the long-haired youth was still bellowing away: "What Dr. Guan? Dr. Scam, you mean! It doesn't work at all! Look - my hand's still bleeding!"
Just as Kang Jingming stood helpless, Wei Zhao's voice sounded in his ear: "This man is a hemophiliac, which is why his bleeding won't stop. It has nothing to do with the wound medicine."
As a guard against any mishap, Kang Jingming, Fatty Lai and Guan Xuewen had each been fitted with a wireless earpiece beforehand, so that Wei Zhao could feed them advice at any moment he liked.
Kang Jingming heard it. Fatty Lai and Guan Xuewen heard it too.
Neither Kang Jingming nor Fatty Lai knew much about hemophilia, but Guan Xuewen was a doctor, and the disease was open book to him. Wei Zhao's words made his eyes flash; he rose to his feet and said to the long-haired youth in a grave voice: "You are a hemophiliac. It is perfectly normal for a wound of yours to bleed without stopping, and naturally an ordinary medicine will have no effect on you."
Though Guan Xuewen could not be certain from sight alone that this man was a hemophiliac, he trusted Wei Zhao and knew what Wei Zhao was capable of - which was why he spoke with such certainty.
"Whaaat -" The whole room of reporters erupted. They had never imagined that the long-haired youth was a hemophiliac. And who was Guan Xuewen? The foremost medical authority in Songshan City. If he said so, then so it was.
Not every reporter knew what hemophilia was, but that hardly mattered; there was someone nearby who did, and a few whispered exchanges were enough for everyone to understand why a hemophiliac's wounds would not stop bleeding.
The long-haired youth had not expected Guan Xuewen to divine his condition at a single glance, and panic flickered through him. But there was no evidence to be had, so he blustered on regardless: "You - you're talking rubbish! Since when am I a hemophiliac? Isn't that slander? What proof do you have?"
"Speak. Who sent you? What are you here for?" Fatty Lai treated Wei Zhao's words as holy writ: if Wei Zhao said the man was ill, then the man was ill.
"Hah - the medicine doesn't work, so now you start slandering me? You say I'm a hemophiliac, and that makes it so? I could just as well say you've got AIDS!" the long-haired youth retorted indignantly.
Kang Jingming, Wang Shubin and Can Lang had all assumed it would take far more than one glance for Guan Xuewen to see that the long-haired youth was a hemophiliac - this was entirely beyond their expectations. The man was one of their own hires; Wang Shubin had already promised him fifty thousand, so long as he played along.
Hemophilia alone cost a fortune to treat, and the man had agreed after barely a moment's hesitation. Fifty thousand yuan just for making a scene - how could he refuse?
"So the old man Guan really is a miracle doctor? He can spot hemophilia too? This is going to be awkward." Kang Jingming frowned.