Making a Scene

"You're not sick!"

The middle-aged man glared at him and shouted, "Are you even a doctor? We heard you were highly skilled in acupuncture, that's why we came here. My son is in so much pain, and you're saying he's not sick! How can you be a doctor like that?"

Seeing the middle-aged man suddenly erupt, Su Ziyang remained calm and said, "Please don't argue. My medical skills are limited, and I really can't see anything wrong. Your son's problem might be a bit complicated. You should go to the city hospital for a comprehensive examination to avoid delaying his treatment!"

Su Ziyang's words were perfectly proper; one could say there was absolutely nothing wrong with them.

But the middle-aged man became even angrier!

One-Handed Grab Su Ziyang by the collar. "You son of a bitch! What kind of doctor are you if you can't even treat a patient! Pretending to be knowledgeable, pressing and touching like that! You son of a bitch!"

The middle-aged man's shout attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Everyone peered through the door frame, while some even squeezed into the room.

"Perfect! Everyone, please be the judge. My child has a stomachache. He doesn't know how to treat it, he's been pressing and rubbing all over, and in the end he just tells me there's nothing wrong! Isn't that infuriating?"

The middle-aged man grabbed Su Ziyang by the collar and shouted at the crowd.

"Yes! How could this be? This young doctor!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Sigh, let's get the child to see a doctor first!"

"Yes, the child is still in bed."

"No matter what, don't lay a hand on me!"

"Yes!"

There were all sorts of sounds coming from the crowd.

"Please make way, everyone!"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang's voice came from the crowd.

As soon as everyone saw the clinic management personnel arrive, they all made way for them.

Behind Daoist Master Xiao Yang was a middle-aged man named Zhao Keqin, who was in charge of the pharmacy's warehouse and also managed various other logistical matters.

"What's wrong?" Daoist Master Xiao Yang patted the agitated middle-aged man.

"Who are you?!" The middle-aged man thought that Daoist Master Xiao Yang too young, so he pushed Su Ziyang aside and then turned around and shoved Daoist Master Xiao Yang.

"Hey! Let's talk this out! Don't resort to violence!"

Zhao Keqin shielded the Daoist Master Xiao Yang priest Yang behind him.

Who the hell do you think you are?!

The middle-aged man looked at the tall and strong Zhao Keqin and reached out to push Zhao Keqin again, but Zhao Keqin gently dodged the man's hand.

"If you hit me again, we'll call the police!"

Zhao Keqin scolded.

Upon hearing that the police had been called, the middle-aged man's arrogant demeanor subsided considerably.

"We are the managers of this clinic. You have something to say to us!"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang was not afraid of the menacing middle-aged man at all, and stepped forward to speak.

"Good! Good supervisor! It would be best if the head of your clinic came out! This junior doctor of yours, ah! He can't even diagnose a patient before he's on duty, spouting nonsense! My son is so sick, and he says my son isn't sick! That's utter rubbish!"

The middle-aged man shouted what he had just said to Daoist Master Xiao Yang again.

Looking at the man groaning on the bed, Daoist Master Xiao Yang quickly walked up to Su Ziyang and whispered, "What's wrong, Xiao Su?"

Su Ziyang leaned close to the Daoist Master Xiao Yang's ear and whispered, "He's definitely not sick. I can't be wrong when I take his pulse. He seems to be faking it, like he's deliberately trying to cause trouble. If he were really sick, he would have listened to me and gone to the city hospital long ago. He wouldn't be causing trouble here."

Daoist Master Xiao Yang understood instantly upon hearing this.

"Hey, what are you two talking about? Are you plotting how to shirk responsibility?"

The middle-aged man was immediately displeased when he saw Su Ziyang secretly talking to the Daoist Master Xiao Yang.

"No, no! Uncle, since your son is sick, you should get him treated as soon as possible. The child can't just suffer like this. It's too painful for him. Getting him treated is the most important thing!"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang secretly winked at Zhao Keqin, Zhao Keqin, clearly not being unfamiliar with this situation, immediately understood and nodded.

"You have to take responsibility for my son! It's because of you that his treatment was delayed! If anything happens to my son, I'll make you pay with your life!"

The middle-aged man became agitated again and charged at Su Ziyang.

Su Ziyang had had enough. He subtly dodged the middle-aged man's hand that was reaching for his neck.

"How can this person be like this! The young doctor only said a couple of words, and he's making a scene. Your son is still lying in bed groaning, and you're causing trouble. If anything happens to your son, it'll be because of you!"

At that moment, an elderly woman in the crowd spoke up and said something fair.

"What's it to you! You're a tout, aren't you? Are you hired by them?"

The middle-aged man started criticizing the elderly woman in the crowd. He was so arrogant and shameless that the woman, who clearly didn't want to cause trouble, immediately shut up.

"Uncle, this isn't a solution. Let's prioritize getting the child to the doctor. We can cover the taxi fare to the city hospital!"

Upon hearing what Daoist Master Xiao Yang said, the middle-aged man immediately jumped up again.

"What? What do you mean? You look young, but you have a sharp tongue. Do you think I don't have money? Do you expect me to give it to you?"

"That's not what we meant," Zhao Keqin said.

"This isn't going to work. What do you want? What are your demands?!"

"What are my demands!" The middle-aged man was taken aback at first, then his eyes darted around as he pointed at Su Ziyang beside him and said, "I don't want to see this kind of quack doctor anymore. Fire him, and this matter will be over. I understand the greater good; I don't care if something happens to my son, but I can't let this kind of quack doctor delay other people's treatment!!!"

"Personnel appointments and removals are not a matter of a single word. Besides, Doctor Su's medical skills at our clinic are widely recognized! He's not a quack. Your request is unreasonable!"

Zhao Keqin rejected the middle-aged man's request with a single sentence.

"Fine! Then you can protect this quack doctor!"

The middle-aged man roared, and with his roar, the young man lying on the bed, who had been groaning, began to convulse, foaming at the mouth as he did so.

"Son! Son!"

When the middle-aged man saw his son foaming at the mouth, he immediately ran to the bedside and started shouting.

"Son, son, are you alright! This quack doctor is the one who ruined you! How could there be such a quack doctor!"

Seeing the man foaming at the mouth, Su Ziyang quickly walked over.

"What are you doing!" the middle-aged man shouted as he saw Su Ziyang approaching.

"I'm a doctor, it's my duty to take a look when a patient is in this condition!"

As he spoke, Su Ziyang placed his fingers on the wrist of the young man who was foaming at the mouth.

As expected, although the young man was foaming at the mouth and convulsing, his pulse remained calm and steady, showing no signs of illness.

Su Ziyang watched the man twitch, a slight smirk appearing on his lips. As his fingers left the young man's wrist, he gave a slight twitch.

The young man felt an itch on his hand and quickly pulled his arm back.

"Quack doctor! Son, son! Wake up! Wake up!"

The young man had stopped convulsing, then closed his eyes and slowly stopped moving.

The middle-aged man saw that his son was not moving, and he cried out while tears streamed down his face.

"Not sick. Just faking it!"

Su Ziyang walked back to Zhao Keqin and the Daoist Master Xiao Yang and whispered four words.

Zhao Keqin didn't understand medicine, but he was savvy in social interactions. Zhao Keqin whispered in Su Ziyang's ear, "I've called the police!"

Su Ziyang nodded and said nothing more.

Not long after...

Come on, everyone! Make way!

Two uniformed men began to disperse the onlookers. Once the crowd saw that someone in charge had arrived, they all quieted down.

Su Ziyang recognized the two people who had arrived.

These two were among those who arrested Yang Jinguang and his gang last time. And it was these two guys who issued my "Good Samaritan Certificate."

"What's wrong, Young Doctor Su!"

These two guys were young, and they knew that Su Ziyang was indeed a good person. They were quite surprised to see Su Ziyang, so they secretly asked Su Ziyang questions.

"Those two are faking illness to cause trouble!"

Su Ziyang's words were concise, and the two brothers immediately understood.

"Hello!"

The two brothers spoke in a businesslike manner to the middle-aged man who was still crying and shouting.

Upon seeing the uniformed men, the middle-aged man immediately quieted down, crying out, "You must give me justice! I've encountered a quack doctor today!"

"Okay! Please calm down! Where is the quack doctor?"

The taller of the two brothers asked.

"That one! It's that little brat!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Su Ziyang.

"Watch your words!" the two brothers shouted at the same time.

Seeing how serious the two men were, the middle-aged man's arrogant attitude softened somewhat. "He's that quack doctor!"

"How can you be so sure he's a quack! Did he even treat you?"

The two brothers continued to ask.

"No," the middle-aged man replied instinctively, not knowing why he was being asked that.

"Since he didn't give you any treatment, why are you so sure he's a quack?"

This sentence left the middle-aged man somewhat speechless.

"But... but... my son was spitting up, and he said he's not sick!"

"Report! I didn't say he wasn't sick. I told him our clinic has limited equipment and asked him to go to the city hospital for a checkup. He refused and started causing trouble here!"

Su Ziyang said loudly.

The two brothers glanced at Su Ziyang, then at the middle-aged man.

"Why didn't you follow the doctor's advice to transfer to another hospital? That's what the doctor said out of responsibility! Your condition looks quite serious. I'll call an ambulance for you, but you'll have to pay for it yourself! Getting your child treated first is the priority, right?"

The tall man took out his phone to call 120.

"Please show your ID cards! We need to register you!"

The shorter guy asked to see the balding middle-aged man's ID. The middle-aged man was taken aback. "I came out to see a doctor in a hurry and didn't bring my ID. No need to call 120! We'll just go to the city hospital ourselves! But you quack doctors need to be dealt with seriously!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, the young man who had been unconscious on the bed slowly woke up and sat up. "Dad!"

"Hey son, does your stomach still hurt?"

The middle-aged man turned around, helped his son up, and asked softly.

"It seems everything's alright now!"

The young man mumbled something incoherently.

"It's good that you're alright. We're not going to get treatment in this lousy place!"

The middle-aged man helped the young man out of bed.

"No need to trouble you! We'll go to the city hospital ourselves! You quack doctors must be dealt with seriously."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he helped his son quickly out the door.

Once the farce was over, everyone went back to the lobby to queue for their medical appointments.

"Holy crap, they actually called the police!"

Two streets away from the Daoist Medicine Clinic, in front of a supermarket, a young man who had just been foaming at the mouth was rinsing his mouth with mineral water.

"Holy crap, Er Biao, your acting was amazing! You were twitching just now, it scared me to death! I really thought you were having a seizure!"

The balding middle-aged man patted his chest, seemingly still a little scared.

"Let me tell you, it's just that I didn't act, otherwise the Oscar would be mine!"

Er Biao smiled smugly, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey! Brother Fu, how was the show today?"

"Damn, you're getting better and better! Well done." The person on the phone laughed happily.

"Hey, Brother Fu. I was a bit rushed today and didn't perform well. If I had played properly, I could have taken this kid out in one round! I was too rushed and didn't manage to get him fired! Sorry, Brother Fu."

Er Biao rinsed his mouth again and spat out a mouthful of white foam.

"Okay, just make him look bad! I don't expect to kick him out in one go, that's unrealistic! I'll transfer the money to your WeChat later! Bye!"

"Thank you for the Brother Fu!"

Er Biao said to the phone in a cheeky tone.

"4000 yuan, you got 1500. My 500 was for convulsions, it exhausted me. My arm still hurts!"

Er Biao transferred 1,500 yuan to the bald, middle-aged man.

"Fine! Who told you to be such a good actor!"

The middle-aged man didn't ask for much money and readily agreed.

"Follow Er Biao, you'll live the high life! Two thousand in less than half an hour! That's better than selling grilled cold noodles! Let's go, let's grab something good to eat, there's another job at the county hospital downstairs this afternoon!"

Er Biao rudely threw the half-empty bottle of mineral water on the roadside, then hailed a taxi and got in with the bald middle-aged man.

"Doctor Su, these two are clearly professional medical malpractice extortionists. Be extra careful around them in the future. Don't let these inhuman bastards try to extort you."

The two uniformed guys who came were clearly very righteous. After Er Biao and the other guy left, they started to persuade Su Ziyang.

"I know. Luckily, I didn't prescribe any medicine or acupuncture for them today, otherwise it would have been a real hassle! Thank you both so much! Thank you, thank you!"

Su Ziyang thanked the two of them repeatedly.

"You're welcome. It's our job! Let's chat sometime, we have other things to do!"

The two brothers exchanged polite words with Su Ziyang for a while before leaving.

"How could you get involved with someone like that? You've offended someone lately! I didn't expect that someone would target someone who seems so honest!"

It was a close call, Daoist Master Xiao Yang chuckled as he teased Su Ziyang.

"I don't know why either! Has anything like this happened at this clinic before?"

Although nothing serious happened, Su Ziyang still felt a little embarrassed.

"Yes, there have been. You're not the first. The clinic had several incidents in the first two years after it opened. But there haven't been any in the last two years! It's okay, it's okay! Don't put too much pressure on yourself! I have to go now! You get back to work!"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang comforted Su Ziyang for a few moments, then quickly left.