Rural Shennong

As soon as Hu Buliang finished asking, Chen Ping folded his arms and said in disdain: "You don't know shit, and you ask me why I cured the patient. I will explain it to you. Do you understand it?"

"You're ignorant, you don't know shit, it's fine, you have to pretend you don't know, pretend you are an authoritative expert and professor, open your mouth and shut up, and talk about the whole world, and there is no precedent for healing."

"Listen, Gao Dashang, as soon as I ask you, you will have diarrhea and urine on the kang!"

Chen Ping is a master of martial arts, even if he didn't show his cultivation, his aura far beyond ordinary people, and his unique voice that shocks the soul can infinitely magnify the power of his words.

There was no sound in the huge press conference hall, and everyone looked at Chen Ping in shock.

The person involved, Hu Buliang, was even trembling from the scolding, his scalp was numb, and his blood was boiling, as if he wanted to rebel collectively.

"you you you……"

Chen Ping used some internal strength, and said with a cold snort, "What are you?"

"Just like you, even your tongue is curled up, why do you still work in the media?"

"In front of so many colleagues, aren't you afraid to lose the face of your ancestors for eight lifetimes?"

"Aren't you afraid that the coffin boards of your family's ancestral grave will not be able to cover, and they will come out and scold you, a disgraceful and unfilial descendant?"

Hu Buliang couldn't bear the rage in his chest any longer, he spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, and passed out as soon as he rolled his eyes.

There was chaos at the scene, and the security guard immediately carried Hu Buliang out.

There was a stir on the webcast platform.

"Long time to see you, I actually saw someone vomit blood and pass out after being scolded."

"Mom asked me why I was on my knees watching the live broadcast!"

"Is this an interview I can watch for free? The platform should charge for it!"

"As expected of my Brother Ping, there are a lot of harsh words!"

"Hurry up, my melon seeds and peanuts are ready!"

The bullet screens on all major online video platforms are densely connected into one piece.

But there was an eerie silence at the scene.

Just kidding, who would dare to find fault with Chen Ping?The blood that Hu Buliang vomited on the ground has not yet dried up.

A female reporter stood up, and Chen Ping looked at her expectantly.

The female reporter quickly looked away: "Mr. Meng Qingxin, can I ask you, did you have any abnormal reactions after receiving Professor Chen's treatment?"

Meng Qingxin smiled and said, "I don't have any abnormal reactions so far?"

The female reporter was very happy, this is the normal way to open an interview!

"Then may I think that you didn't get any better before receiving Professor Chen's treatment?"

Meng Qingxin touched his nose: "Well, I can't tell, it will take a few days to feel it."

His answer was the strategy Chen Ping had made with him before.

Meng Qingxin has already made an appointment with Chen Ping to join Tiansheng Entertainment.

He needs heat, Chen Ping doesn't.

This opportunity is once in a lifetime, so Chen Ping intends to make the media pay more attention to him and create more topics for him.

If Meng Qingxin directly said that he has been cured, the fever will still be there, but it will pass soon.

It's better to give the outside world an ambiguous answer to keep the heat going.

In the eyes of media reporters, Meng Qingxin's performance was short of the words "I'm an honest man, come and bully me" written on his head.

So immediately a lot of reporters started asking him questions.

Let's forget about Chen Ping, this is a villain of the ninth generation, he hides poison in his mouth all the time, can spray people to death at any time, Hu Buliang is a lesson from the past.

Not [-]% sure, if you find fault with him, just wait to be abused.

When Chen Ping and Meng Qingxin were being interviewed, in the operating room, Hou Hanpu was still performing the operation meticulously.

The hyperplastic tissue was removed, the chest cavity was emptied, an artificial lung was installed, and neurovascular connections were made.

After all the most troublesome steps in the operation were resolved, Hou Hanpu raised his head and glanced at Hou Wanlin: "Dean Hou, you are the chief surgeon, and you have to make up your mind on how to do the most critical part of the operation!"

Hou Wanlin shuddered from Hou Hanpu's cold gaze, got up quickly, and walked to the operating table.

"Dean Hou, what should we do here?" For this ineffective grandson, Hou Hanpu was heartbroken, willing to wipe his ass and make green leaves for him.

Hou Wanlin didn't even dare to look at Hou Hanpu, so he said bravely, "This...here can be connected with a cross."

Not to mention the people watching the operation, even the doctors and nurses in the operating room felt embarrassed for Hou Wanlin.

What cross stitching, to put it bluntly, is to suture the wound.

Which surgeon is willing to do this kind of finishing chores?Usually it is handed over to the first assistant and the second assistant, and sometimes it is handed over to the nurse.

In the dull atmosphere, the operation was finally finished.

Hou Wanlin hastily turned off the camera and stopped the live broadcast.

Hou Hanpu asked the doctors and nurses to push Wang Haoyu to the ICU for postoperative observation, leaving Hou Wanlin behind.

"Wan Lin, don't panic, this live broadcast is not open to the public."

"So no one knows that you had a problem during the operation, and no one knows that I led the operation."

Hou Wanlin said dejectedly, "But Chen Ping..."

Hou Hanpu said indifferently: "I just heard some news from Dairan's phone call. We have to go out and inquire about the details."

"Let's not talk about whether Chen Ping used acupuncture and moxibustion to achieve the therapeutic effect in less than 10 minutes."

"So what if he cured his patient? How can he prove that he is cured?"

"Our advantage is obvious."

"First of all, public opinion is on our side."

"The last time Chen Ping exposed the patient who spread rumors and slandered Dongling Cream in front of you, are you fine?"

"Secondly, our Hou family is still well-established in the medical field. Most of the doctors who have watched the live broadcast don't talk nonsense."

"Hmph, few people have the guts to question my authority!"

Hou Wanlin's eyes lit up: "Old Ancestor, what do you mean, we can continue to follow the plan?"

Hou Hanpu said with his hands behind his back, "Yes!"

"After we go out later, you must show sufficient confidence in front of the media reporters, and don't hang your head down anymore."

"If you admit defeat yourself, then we really lost, understand?"

Hou Wanlin nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

Hou Hanpu did not attend the subsequent press conference, and only Hou Wanlin answered the reporter's questions.

"Yes, the operation was very successful. The patient is under observation in the ICU and is currently in stable condition."

"At most three days, the patient can go to the ground for rehabilitation treatment. At that time, our hospital will arrange an appropriate time for the patient to be interviewed by the media in person."

"Chen Ping? Hehe! I never regarded him as an opponent. He said he will be cured if he is cured?"

"It took more than 20 minutes to cure the patient with acupuncture alone. Does anyone believe in such a thing?"

"If you didn't know, you would have thought that what he was treating was not a single lung dysfunction, a globally recognized severe disease, but an appendicitis!"

Chen Ping's popularity with passers-by is still polarized.

Some people say that he is of low quality and domineering, while others say that he is reasonable, tough and domineering.

But on the public opinion side, Chen Ping was almost overwhelmingly discredited.