Rural Shennong

Qi Shan wants to kill Chen Ping, wants to use a scalpel to cut Chen Ping into small pieces, and then eat them alive.

He is the vice president of the Provincial Hospital, the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Provincial Medical College, and a visiting professor.

In front of so many colleagues and students, farting loudly in this posture is simply an unprecedented shame.

How will he meet people in the future?

The endless humiliation smashed Qi Shan to pieces.

His face was ferocious, like a ghost, and his hairs stood on end.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Shan's hideousness turned into indescribable horror.

His lower abdomen began to squirm violently, and a familiar feeling began to spread.

Qi Shan yelled in his heart: No, no, no, don't, it's impossible, please, please don't!

"Pfft~!"

Qi Shan's terrified expression was fixed on his face. At this moment, he had no more thoughts, and his mind went blank.

It was as if someone was blowing a whistle in the ear, and there was a long whistle.

In fact, the outside world is very quiet at this moment, only the humming sound of the exhaust fan, reminding everyone that time has not stopped.

The filth soaked Qi Shan's pants, visibly staining his white trousers yellow, and the stench was overwhelming!

Qi Shan didn't want to kill Chen Ping anymore, he just wanted to commit suicide, or fantasized that this was a nightmare from which he could wake up at any time.

Chen Ping calmly pulled out the needle on Qi Shan's arm first, and finally reached out and pulled out the needle on Qi Shan's neck.

Qi Shan seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes lost focus, and she lay down on the table with a plop like a dead dog.

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Ping in unison.

Yang Hanye was shocked!

Shang Shouren was dumbfounded!

All the students were dumbfounded!

Experts and professors are blushing and feel the same way!

Now everyone knows, no wonder Chen Ping had to open the ventilation and windows in advance.

He had long expected this to happen.

How can this miraculous method of acupuncture and moxibustion, such a method of vengeance, not be shocking?

In these shocked eyes and expressions, mixed with complex anger, shame, admiration, admiration, and unconcealable...fear!

Yes, Chen Ping's methods were, to put it bluntly, tit-for-tat.

How much hatred, how much hatred?

If he does this, what face will Qi Shan have in the provincial hospital and medical school in the future?

He will become a living joke, an eternal legend, and a real infamy!

Shang Shouren was the first to recover, and quickly shouted: "Security, help him down!"

Two security guards walked up to the podium with disgust on their faces, took Qi Shan's arm, and dragged him out.

Qi Shan seemed to have come to his senses suddenly, struggling desperately: "Let go of me, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!"

In no time, his yelling was dragged outside the door, leaving only a yellow trail, still proof that he had been there.

Chen Ping took off his mask after the clean-up aunt had finished cleaning the podium floor and taking the air freshener. He turned his head and said, "Who said just now that I can cure constipation, so I ate Xiang's in public?"

"There are ready-made ones over there in the trash can, hurry up!"

Eyes of pity or contempt shot at the middle-aged scholar just now like knives.

He was trembling all over, and his lowered head was almost retracted into his neck.

"Eat Xiang!"

I don't know which student shouted, but I got a response immediately.

"Eat Xiang! Eat Xiang!"

The noise caused by more than 2000 students was deafening. The scholar's face was bleeding, and he could no longer sit still. He stood up covering his face and fled in embarrassment.

"Hahahaha!"

There was laughter everywhere, and no one kept the students quiet this time.

Experts, professors and scholars all looked gloomy, as if their own fathers had died.

Yang Hanye couldn't bear it anymore, he came today to see Chen Ping get embarrassed and lose his reputation, not to see Chen Ping slapped in the face.

Those experts and professors were not good enough, so he had to end it himself.

Yang Hanye got up and ran to the front row, took the position of the middle-aged scholar who had just covered his face and fled, and picked up the microphone.

"Chen Ping, you are enough!"

"In any case, Qi Shan is the leader of your hospital, a well-known medical expert. If you let him make a fool of himself in public, you are a villain who doesn't respect his seniors!"

The medical students looked at each other.

"Who is this person?"

"He is the only son of Yang Caishen, named Yang Hanye, and he is known as the number one young man in Lingnan."

"Ah! He is Young Master Yang? I've heard of him. Does he have any grudge against Professor Chen?"

"It's just an ignorant dude, probably jealous of Professor Chen's talent."

No matter how the students discussed, Yang Hanye blew the clarion call for a counterattack, and other experts and professors also had their backbone and quickly sent assists.

"That's right, so what if you're good at acupuncture? Constipation isn't a serious problem, you only have this little trick that doesn't make sense."

"Chen Ping, you use this kind of little trick to sensationalize the public, it's simply insane!"

"If you are capable, you can also use acupuncture for surgery. There is no need to waste time here. Why don't you enter the topic of the open class and let the patients who are waiting for surgery come over right away? Because you don't dare to go to the operating table at all!"

These people's questioning in turn made the students quiet, and they had to wonder if Chen Ping was stirring up emotions and delaying time.

Chen Ping said calmly: "Since you want to see my operation, let the patient come in!"

The door opened, and two medical staff, as well as a beautiful woman carrying a bottle, pushed a patient in together.

Seeing the white-haired patient, before Chen Ping said anything, Shang Shouren stood up abruptly.

"No, this is not the patient we arranged in advance!"

He remembered clearly that the patient arranged by the Lingnan Provincial Medical Association was clearly a young man.

The president of the Lingnan Provincial Medical Association did not come, but a vice president surnamed Qian.

Vice President Qian said indifferently: "I'm sorry, that young patient's condition suddenly deteriorated yesterday, and the operation has already been completed."

"That's why we temporarily arranged for this patient."

Shang Shouren stared at Chairman Qian with burning eyes: "Since the patient was going to be changed yesterday, why didn't you notify in time?"

Vice President Qian spread his hands: "Because yesterday's operation was too late, in order to allow Professor Chen to rest fully and do today's operation well, that's why we didn't notify in advance."

"This is responsible to Professor Chen, but also to patients!"

He pointed to the big screen and said: "The patient's medical records are all on the big screen, and there is also a paper copy. Professor Chen can look at it now, and it won't take long."

The medical students present looked up at the big screen, and after only a few lines, they were all dumbfounded in shock.

"Hypertension, coronary heart disease, myocardial ischemia, and... arteriosclerosis? Damn it!"

"The patient is 62 years old, can this still be operated on? I'm afraid conservative treatment won't last long, right?"

"Didn't you find out? The scariest thing is that there is no consultation before the operation. There is not much time left for Professor Chen!"