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

"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 Zhaoming 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 Zhaoming 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 Zhaoming, Fatty Lai and Guan Xuemin had each been fitted with a wireless earpiece beforehand, so that Wei Zhao could feed them advice at any moment he liked.

Kang Zhaoming heard it. Fatty Lai and Guan Xuemin heard it too.

Neither Kang Zhaoming nor Fatty Lai knew much about hemophilia, but Guan Xuemin 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 Xuemin 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 Xuemin? 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 Xuemin 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 Zhaoming, Wang Shubin and Can Lang had all assumed it would take far more than one glance for Guan Xuemin 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 Zhaoming frowned.

"Relax - the man's got nerve. Even if they've spotted it, so what? Is Guan Xuemin 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 Zhaoming 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 Xuemin 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?"

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