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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"Relax - the man's got nerve. Even if they've spotted it, so what? Is Guan Xuewen going to drag him off for a blood test on the spot? Hemophilia, judged by the eye alone - who can swear to that? As long as he flatly denies it, we're fine. Once today's launch is over, who will ever find whom?" Wang Shubin offered his reassurance.
"Mm. Reasonable." Kang Jingming nodded, and settled somewhat.
At that moment Can Lang spoke up again: "Colleagues, look at this - businessmen with hearts like theirs. We should unite and expose them! I said it before: one hundred and ninety-nine yuan doesn't even cover the cost of production. The raw materials in this wound salve are rare, I know that much - at that price they're taking a loss for certain. You've all seen it now, haven't you? They've substituted inferior goods, hoping to pocket a fortune and walk away!"
Can Lang's words were incendiary, and the plants he had seeded in the crowd rose to their cue at just that moment, echoing him from a distance and loudly denouncing Dr. Guan Pharmaceuticals' irresponsible conduct.
"That's right - today I'm playing the victim, and I'm not letting this go until it's settled. Unless you give me an explanation, this isn't over!" Seeing the crowd below backing him in a landslide, the long-haired man found his courage: "Slandering me as sick will cost you!"
But now Guan Xuewen drew on his unflappable temperament. He was a veteran expert; a mere press conference would not rattle him. He did not bother arguing, merely regarded the long-haired man and said coolly: "Whether you are ill or not will be settled shortly. I have already sent your photograph to President Qin of the First People's Hospital. If you have ever been treated in Songshan City and left a case record, your identity will be confirmed before long."
"What?" The long-haired man froze, his face going slack with unease. He was, of course, a hemophiliac - he knew that better than anyone. And the crucial thing was that he had indeed been treated at the First People's Hospital; in other words, every specialist in its hematology department knew him. All it would take was showing his photograph to those specialists, and his identity would be laid bare.
At the thought of it the long-haired man's nerve faltered. His cover was about to be blown; there was no con left in it for him to run.
"I - I have to get to the hospital to stop the bleeding. I'm done wasting time with you. You people are a menace - don't believe a word of it!" The long-haired man was making ready to slip away.
"Leaving in such a hurry?" Fatty Lai saw the long-haired man preparing to bolt, and had no intention of letting him walk out like this.
"Robbery and murder! My hand won't stop bleeding, and this black-hearted company's medicine not only doesn't work - they won't even let me go to the hospital! Everyone, look: what kind of company is this?" the long-haired man bellowed.
"And why won't your hand stop bleeding? A normal person with a gash that deep would have stopped bleeding on his own by now, even without any medicine. How is it that yours still won't?" Fatty Lai laughed coldly. "Tell me - at home, if you cut your hand a centimeter or two, would you rush to the hospital? And didn't you just say you were going to get an explanation out of us, that you wouldn't let this go? So why are you in such a rush to leave?"