Yang Yuxin did not hide anything from the policewoman and recounted what had happened—if she wanted to tarnish Allure Sect's reputation, she had to start with herself.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the policewoman exclaimed repeatedly. "Even monks have learned to develop new lines of business... What kind of brains do these people have?"
Feng Jun snorted softly. "It's the age of big data. This is called supporting services."
The policewoman sighed resentfully. "Sigh, from now on, I can't completely trust physiognomy either... What if they recommend plastic surgery to me?"
She treated what she had seen that day as a curious tidbit. When she returned to the station that evening, she even told her colleagues about it.
One colleague said that monks still had to retain some pride. Strictly speaking, they had to display a certain detachment from the worldly realm, so they could not be too closely entangled with it—without any air of mystery, who would still believe in them?
That colleague believed the hospital owner must have taken the initiative to contact those monks. For a private hospital, that was the real business expansion.
Of course, for those monks, there was no reason to turn down business delivered to their door. If they wanted to maintain a little reserve, that was easy enough—just do not listen to everything the hospital said, and offer some opinions of their own.
While the two chatted, they had no idea that Zhu Yuefu, the hospital's chairman, was feeling somewhat suspicious at that very moment.
The three hospitals Feng Jun had visited that day all belonged to the same owner. Even though the three hospitals had entirely different specialties, that was hardly strange for private hospitals.
The receptionist had led Feng Jun around the hospital once, yet she had failed to get him to