Chapter 338: The Diarrhea Elder

Chapter 338: The Elderly Man with Diarrhea

Song Guangjing told him to step aside, though he didn’t actually chase him off.

So when the group arrived at the seminar venue in several cars, the security guards at the entrance were genuinely surprised.

Only after confirming they had invitations did they hold back from raising an alarm.

As soon as Song Guangjing entered, someone notified Wang Lei.

"Senior Brother (in mentorship), you’ve finally arrived! Please take a seat up front—our seminar is about to begin," Wang Lei said with a sycophantic grin.

"Wang Lei, we’re all here now. What game are you playing? Just come out with it."

Zhou Zhonghua, being short-fused, couldn’t stand Wang Lei’s shady dealings.

Wang Lei replied, "What tricks could I possibly have? I just thought since we hadn’t seen each other in over a decade, I’d make a point to invite my senior brothers for a reunion.

Who would’ve expected such enthusiasm—you not only came yourselves but brought so many people. How *touching*."

His phony act left everyone visibly unsettled.

While Song Guangjing and the others were talking, several more people approached, greeting them warmly.

Ye Xiaoxiao observed that they were wearing suits, likely business professionals.

Zhang Kaining, eyeing the snacks nearby, surveyed the surroundings. "Looks like there’ll be refreshments after the meeting. See, the pastries are already set up."

Ye Xiaoxiao chided, "All you think about is food!"

Watch out—someone might have slipped something in there.

Zhang Kaining retorted, "Not just that. Look at the man in the blue suit at four o’clock—he’s a heavyweight investor. Ever heard of Tonghe Pharmaceuticals? He bankrolled it."

As he spoke, the man walked over.

The moment he saw Song Guangjing, he eagerly approached.

"Mr. Song, I’ve long been an admirer!"

Song Guangjing didn’t recognize him, so he remained silent. Undeterred, the man introduced himself.

"My name is Hu Yaowen. Mr. Song, after the seminar, let’s have a real conversation in the banquet hall. For now, please take your seat in the front row."

Hu Yaowen’s attitude raised Ye Xiaoxiao’s eyebrows.

"Dig into what connection this seminar has with Hu Yaowen," she whispered to Zhang Kaining.

Zhang Kaining nodded. "No problem."

Hu Yaowen’s attention was entirely focused on Song Guangjing and the other senior figures.

He didn’t even glance at younger attendees like Ye Xiaoxiao and Qu Miao.

Song Guangjing had come mainly to figure out Wang Lei’s angle, so he followed the directions and took a front-row seat.

He wasn’t just here to react—today, he intended to put Wang Lei and Zhang Wanqiu in their place. Ideally, they’d never show their faces in the capital again.

The seminar soon began, its theme chosen by Wang Lei.

The meeting began with a presentation on the organizer's company products, followed by a medical case presented for everyone to analyze and discuss.

Ye Xiaoxiao initially thought it was a routine seminar, but upon arrival, everything felt strangely off—especially this particular case, which gave her an odd sense of being tested.

She intentionally walked to the front row and whispered something into Song Guangjing's ear.

Wang Lei, sitting nearby, glanced in their direction.

Initially, Wang Lei had wanted to sit beside Song Guangjing.

But Song made it clear he didn't want to sit next to him, so Wang had to give up.

After speaking, Ye Xiaoxiao left.

The others were still deeply engaged in discussing the case and didn’t notice her small maneuver.

The patient described in the case was a 69-year-old woman suffering from chronic diarrhea lasting three years. She experienced hourly episodes accompanied by mild abdominal pain, general weakness, and fatigue—seriously affecting her daily life.

Although diarrhea is not life-threatening, the fact that it remained unresolved for three years suggested it was a complicated condition.

Among those present were both Western-trained doctors and practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine (TCM).

One doctor argued it was irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), treatable with standard Western medication.

Another immediately countered that while drugs might help temporarily, symptoms would likely return once treatment stopped—that’s why it hadn’t been cured after three years.

Someone else added that the case description lacked sufficient detail; without examining the patient directly, making an accurate diagnosis was difficult.

Western doctors rely on machines, while TCM requires observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse diagnosis. If the patient were here, they could have figured it out quickly.

Listening to the debate, Wang Lei glanced at Song Guangjing and the other senior disciples.

They hadn’t said a word.

Even Zhou Zhonghua, known for his quick temper, remained silent.

As the discussion continued, Hu Yaowen gradually frowned.

Finally, Wang Lei interjected: “Senior Brother, your skills may not be the absolute best, but they’re close to miraculous. Why stay quiet? Could it be even you are stumped by this tough case?”

Song Guangjing ignored him. When pressed, he simply stroked his beard and replied, “I do have a prescription, but this isn’t a consultation at Rende Hall. Why bother speaking up?”

His words sounded petty, but upon reflection, they made sense.

Most attendees were here for business interests—the true medical experts rarely showed up at events like this.

Almost none of those who attended Ye Xiaoxiao’s apprenticeship banquet were present today.

Those who did come were likely business owners or pharmaceutical representatives looking for opportunities.

Wang Lei froze. “Senior Brother, you can’t be serious. Master always taught us to help people and save lives. Since when has Rende become so profit-driven?”

Song Guangjing didn’t flinch. He snapped sharply, “A backstabbing traitor like you has no right to mention Master.”

The room buzzed with whispers.

“I’ve long heard rumors of conflicts among the seniors at Rende. Now it’s obvious—they really can’t stand each other.”

"Exactly, when I first saw Mr. Song arriving with several junior apprentices, I thought they were here to support Wang Lei. Turns out they're here to crash the party."

"Mr. Song was personally invited by Wang Lei a few days ago at Mr. Song's apprenticeship ceremony."

"Mr. Song took on another apprentice?"

"His last apprentice—still a young girl, too."

Seeing the two about to argue, Hu Yaowen quickly jumped in to calm things down.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Wang, let’s all stay calm. The whole point of today’s seminar is to help our industry grow together. How about this... whoever comes up with the best prescription, I’ll pay 100,000 yuan to buy it."

Hu Yaowen’s words caused another stir in the room.

One hundred thousand yuan—that's no small sum these days.

The atmosphere in the room perked right back up as everyone began talking excitedly.

Zhang Kaining had stepped out for a moment and now returned to Ye Xiaoxiao’s side.

"I found out—this Boss Hu has a seventy-year-old mother at home who hasn’t been feeling well lately. This seminar was actually organized for him. Wang Lei is just acting as host."

Ye Xiaoxiao replied calmly, "'Sixty-nine.'"

"Huh?" Zhang Kaining looked confused. "How did you know? You got the scoop before me."

Ye Xiaoxiao slightly lifted her chin and nodded toward the front.