CHAPTER 51: AFTER REVISION: CHAPTER 51 THE EATING APPEARANCE IS REALLY UGLY

The middle-aged man seemed extremely afraid of Zhou Hongyi, opened his mouth, and said, "Then, Vice Dean Zhou, when can you help me?"

"You go first, I’ll find you later." Zhou Hongyi waved his hand disdainfully.

Disappointment flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, and he stood up to leave.

"What’s going on?" Wang Jinglun noticed something was wrong and asked.

The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Jinglun, "Who are you?"

"Haha, I am the dean of Renmin Hospital, Wang Jinglun." Wang Jinglun introduced himself.

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed with surprise, "You are the dean?"

He immediately turned around and knelt in front of Wang Jinglun, "Dean Wang, save me, please save me!"

Zhou Hongyi’s mouth twitched twice, and his voice became even more irritable, "Wu Caijun, leave immediately, the dean is busy, he doesn’t have time for you now."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Hongyi with fear.

Wang Jinglun frowned and asked Zhou Hongyi, "Hongyi, what’s going on?"

"Haha, nothing, dean, just a patient, nothing serious." Zhou Hongyi’s face became more unnatural, he glared fiercely at Wu Caijun, his eyes flashing a threatening light.

Ye Guichen sat on the side nonchalantly, clearly seeing that there was definitely an issue between Zhou Hongyi and Wu Caijun.

Professor John also stood up and suddenly approached Wu Caijun, disregarding Wu Caijun’s nauseating face, grabbed it with both hands, and exclaimed, "Snake pustules? Is this the rare snake pustules?"

Wang Jinglun was stunned and asked curiously, "Professor John, you know this kind of pustules?"

Professor John stared at Wu Caijun’s face and nodded, "Yes, of course I know."

Professor John looked like a madman obsessed with research, completely unaware of how terrifying Wu Caijun’s pustules were, and murmured, "When I was studying with my mentor, my mentor also encountered this kind of pustules. He spent three years researching a cure, but by then, it was too late, and the person suffering from these pustules had already died."

"According to my mentor, these snake pustules lead to death within 49 days from onset, and after that time, there is no hope. My mentor, even on his deathbed, was obsessed with these snake pustules and hoped I would have the chance to study and develop a special cure."

As he spoke, Professor John finally looked up, his eyes reddening as he stared at Wang Jinglun, "Unfortunately, after all these years, although I have been researching the treatment of these snake pustules, I am still just going in circles based on my mentor’s work, with no progress at all. Sigh..."

This sigh was filled with regret and helplessness.

Wang Jinglun had heard of snake pustules.

It is said that this is a highly fatal disease, and although it occurs very rarely, once infected, not even gods could save the patient, leading only to death.

But to Wu Caijun, these words sounded like a death knell.

"Dean Wang, this, this foreign old man, is he telling the truth?" Wu Caijun looked at Wang Jinglun with hope, wishing that Wang Jinglun would refute Professor John’s words.

Wang Jinglun sighed and said humbly, "I’m sorry, although I am the dean of Renmin Hospital and have the responsibility to save lives, there really are some diseases in this world that are hard to cure..."

"No! Impossible!" Before Wang Jinglun finished speaking, Wu Caijun stood up abruptly, pointing at Zhou Hongyi, "He said it was just common pustules that could be cured. He said that formal hospital treatment would cost over a hundred thousand, but only thirty thousand privately. I gave him the money, and now you’re saying it can’t be cured? You, you are too much!"

As he spoke, Wu Caijun rushed towards Zhou Hongyi.

Zhou Hongyi hid behind a security officer in fear, shouting, "Wu Caijun, don’t slander me, I never said that. I didn’t take your money, don’t falsely accuse me!"

"Damn you Zhou Hongyi, you said it yourself, and now you want to deny it!" Wu Caijun cursed, his eyes filled with the intent to kill Zhou Hongyi.

He picked up a chair and threw it at Zhou Hongyi, but hit the lobby manager, causing blood to flow from his head.

The scene turned into chaos.

Wang Jinglun could see the underlying issue clearly and looked at the noisy VIP hall, his expression dark as if it was about to rain, "Enough!"

What a disgrace!

And in front of Professor John.

Wang Jinglun lifted his head and looked at the panicked Zhou Hongyi, "Vice Dean Zhou, what is really going on?"

Zhou Hongyi was determined not to admit receiving money.

"Dean Wang, this person is speaking nonsense, I’m a respected vice dean with a bright future, how could I covet his thirty thousand?" Zhou Hongyi continued to lie.

Suddenly, a discordant sneer sounded, "Haha, what a disgraceful display."