Chapter 334 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Thirty-three)
Weibo has been in an uproar.
Compared to the fact that Lance was previously slandered for developing fake drugs to deceive the public, Duan Kong's academic fraud and plagiarism of results shocked everyone.
The group of people who were previously urged to come out and apologize to Lance seemed to have finally found a suitable place to put the keyboard of "justice" in their hands.
They began to madly attack Duan Kong, whose crime had already been proven, even more madly than before.
Hiring killers to harm people, academic fraud, and the destruction of medical ethics.
As the charges were brought up one after another, everyone's emotions reached a peak.
But Duan Kong, who had already been arrested, was completely unaware of this.
When he was brought up, his face was full of ease - it was just an attempted murder of someone for hire, and he didn't think it was anything to worry about.
Until he saw Lance sitting in the cold room with his eyes lowered, like a god descending from heaven.
Duan Kong suddenly turned around and yelled.
"This is a police station, how can you let ordinary people in?"
"be honest."
"Doctor Lan, you can only speak for five minutes, so hurry up."
After being locked up, the madness on Duan Kong's face immediately subsided.
He stood for a while before pulling out the chair in front of Lance and sitting down with a stern face.
"Why? You want to get revenge on me or scold me? It's up to you. But I'll be out soon."
He spread his hands with a smug look on his face, his eyes raised, obviously not taking Lance seriously.
Even though his handsome face looked a little haggard, it couldn't hide his smug look.
Lance looked at it for a long moment before he spoke slowly.
"No, I just wanted to say something."
He looked at the Son of the World this time, and his eyes became inorganic for a moment.
"I have collected evidence of what you have done. If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. You should spend the rest of your life in prison repenting for it."
"What did you say?"
Duan Kong's originally careless eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, whom he had originally ignored.
"I have collected evidence of all the things you have done and handed it over to the police."
Lance added, "Including your fraud against Song Ning."
"So you were just trying to vent his anger on him?"
Duan Kong's anxious look just now instantly turned into a look of condescension, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.
"No way? You came here just to tell me this?"
The light in the room was dim, but it couldn't hide the pride on Duan Kong's face.
"Why, do you feel bad knowing that Song Ning spent so much money on me? Are you hurt that you didn't get the money?"
He became more and more proud as he spoke, "I thought you were so awesome, but it turns out you're just feeling jealous because you know you can't get the money."
He pressed forward and raised his head high in an attempt to overpower the 1.9-meter-tall Lance with his aura.
"Doctor Lan, are you involved with Song Ning now? Did you get money from him? How much did you get?"
After he asked the question, he asked and answered his own question.
"But you probably won't get much. After all, Song Ning shouldn't be fooled anymore."
Lance was calm.
"You're wrong. I'm not with him for his money."
"Hahaha, not for his money? So you mean for his person?"
As if he had heard a huge joke, Duan Kong couldn't help but laugh out loud for a long time before he frowned and revealed an extremely obscene expression.
"That's a shame. Guess why he spent so much money on me? Of course it's because I've already played him to pieces. Is this the kind of slut you want?"
This is the Son of the World. As expected, no matter what happens between him and the little prince, the Son of the World will still have the same malice towards them.
but why?
Lance's gaze didn't waver.
"When you lie, your eyes move slightly left and right. Has no one ever told you that?"
Besides, he is the only one in this world who knows how immature his little prince is, and not everyone is like Duan Kong, who has no self-respect.
Duan Kong's expression turned a little colder. Seeing that Lance didn't fall for it, he snorted coldly and changed his words.
"So what? Even if I haven't done it, as his attending physician, where haven't I seen and touched it? What you're playing with is what I left behind."
Lance's expression became calmer.
"You haven't learned to hide your lying habit yet. Don't say these things to provoke me. It won't do you any good."
"What do you mean?"
Seeing that he didn't fall for it once or twice, Duan Kong's growing sense of uneasiness from the moment he was caught until now was almost turning into reality.
"What on earth do you want to do here? Are you here to laugh at me?"
"No."
Lance stood up and said, "I just wanted to see if someone like you would repent and regret after being caught, but at the moment, these words basically have nothing to do with you."
The sons of the world in every world have reaped the benefits of world consciousness, just like Duan Kong now.
After being kicked out by Song Ning, Duan Kong, who should have been down and out, hooked up with another wealthy man, and coaxed the other party into exposing Duan Kong's crimes on the entire Internet and even planning to spend money to get him out.
This may be the world consciousness at work.
However, Lance felt that world consciousness was not irresistible, and he had verified this many times.
This time too.
"repent?"
"regret?"
Duan Kong no longer concealed his sinister eyes and twisted expression.
"You robbed Song Ning and had me arrested, and you still want me to repent? I only regret that the people I hired were not efficient enough, otherwise I would go to the hospital to see you now. Maybe I can see Song Ning in the hospital again. Do you think he would fall in love with me again without you?"
He laughed wildly, as if he had seen this scene.
"will not."
Lance poured cold water on him, "He just wanted to cure the disease before, and he doesn't even look down on people like you."
The laughter stopped abruptly and Duan Kong glared at him.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by someone like me?"
Lance stood there, not saying anything for a few seconds.
Although he didn't say anything, it seemed like he said everything.
Duan Kong's breathing gradually became rapid, and he suddenly stood up and pounded the table.
"Do you think you're awesome just because you look better than me? You're a useless intern who was fired by the internship hospital. You opened a crappy clinic and all you know is treating hemorrhoids. Who do you think you are? What real skills do you have? I'm the new generation that's getting much attention!"
"If you mean the reputation gained through academic fraud and plagiarism."
Lance suddenly took out his cell phone and showed it to Duan Kong. "And you said it can only cure hemorrhoids? Sorry, I think even if I just sell medicine, it will be a sum you can't make in your lifetime."
Duan Kong looked at the account balance displayed on his mobile phone, his eyes rolled back and he fainted in anger.
Lance walked over to him and took a look, suddenly feeling a little unbelievable.
"Can't you even tell the authenticity of a photoshopped picture?"
The medicine was indeed popular, but it was impossible for him to make so much money in just a few days.