Chapter 339: Crippled Hand

Chapter 339: Useless Hand

On the presentation screen at the front of the stage, a medical case was clearly displayed in a slideshow.

Zhang Kaining had an epiphany. "So Hu Yaowen is trying to cure his mother. But that makes sense—I heard Hu Yaowen’s mother commands substantial wealth, and he has several brothers.

If anything happens to the old lady, the Hu family will descend into turmoil.

And if someone really cures her, he’ll gain her approval."

Wang Lei had invited him mainly to secure funding.

Thinking it through, the purpose of this seminar became clear.

"Wang Lei is trying to piggyback off someone else’s efforts—how shameless."

Zhang Kaining grumbled under his breath.

Ye Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, wanted to see if anyone could actually solve Hu Yaowen’s problem.

The room was abuzz with debate, and half an hour later, a few bold doctors carefully submitted their prescriptions.

Since there were many participants today, both Chinese and Western treatments were represented.

However, the disciples from Rende Pharmacy had yet to react.

Especially Song Guangjing, the most renowned among them, remained unfazed, as calm as a monk.

Though Hu Yaowen wanted to ask Song Guangjing for help, Wang Lei had already been shut down earlier, so he held his tongue in front of the crowd.

As for Wang Lei’s idea of bringing Mr. Song here, it had indeed already happened.

Once the meeting wraps up and the mingling starts, he can quietly make contact then.

Thinking this through, Hu Yaowen smiled warmly at the others and said, “All the prescriptions you’ve shared have been compiled. I’ll get top experts to review them, and the one with the most effective treatment will win a 100,000-yuan prize.”

Hearing that, the others applauded Hu Yaowen’s generosity.

Later during the informal exchange, many people came to greet Song Guangjing.

A few even sought out Ye Xiaoxiao.

Luckily, Zhang Kaining, a natural schmoozer, was there to help manage the crowd.

Ye Xiaoxiao and Qu Miao had to duck out to a quiet corner for some peace.

Behind the banquet hall was a garden. Since the weather outside wasn’t too hot, not many people were out there.

Meanwhile, inside the banquet hall, Song Guangjing managed to ditch the small-talkers and pulled Wang Lei aside.

“Wang Lei, we’re not done with the past yet. If you think you can do business in Beijing, forget about it. Get out of town quietly, and I might pretend I never saw you.”

Song Guangjing spoke firmly. Wang Lei’s mouth twitched slightly. He knew what the other man said was true, but still felt resentment.

“Senior brother, let me be honest—I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Wang Lei smirked mockingly. “I know you registered the Rende Hall trademark. Even though I left the sect, what about the others? Are you really going to leave no room for your fellow disciples?”

Unaware of Ye Xiaoxiao’s franchise proposal, Wang Lei continued to stir the pot.

Little did he know, he was currently the most disliked person among them.

As long as he wasn’t in their way, the other disciples were happy to gang up on him.

Song Guangjing nodded coldly. "Since you’ve made your decision, I have nothing more to say. You betrayed the sect back then, and Master expelled you from Rende Pharmacy. But the matter of you stealing prescriptions hasn’t been settled yet. Since Master is no longer here, I’ll settle this for him."

Song Guangjing gave Song Guoxian a meaningful look. "Take one of his hands."

Song Guangjing might be a doctor, but he wasn’t some merciful saint.

Back then, Wang Lei’s betrayal led to Rende Pharmacy being raided, and their master died from anger. These grudges demanded payback.

While they couldn’t outright kill him in the capital, a beating was fair game, especially for an old feud.

Wang Lei had brought Song Guangjing to a private room earlier to discuss more sensitive matters.

He hadn’t expected such ruthlessness. Now, it was too late to call for help.

Wang Lei’s voice trembled with panic. "Elder Brother, we live under the rule of law… Don’t cross the line."

Song Guoxian stepped forward. He might not look as tough as bald Wang Lei, but he was a real martial artist and floored him in one move.

Before Wang Lei could even cry out, Song Guoxian silenced him with a gag.

"Mmmph—!"

Wang Lei knew of Song Guoxian’s skills but had still underestimated him.

Zhou Zhonghua and the others stood frozen, watching.

"I said we should just jump him with a sack, but you all called it a bad idea. Now, is this any better?"

Liu Dai frowned. "Second Brother, shut up. I heard Song Guoxian leaves no visible injuries."

Zhou Zhonghua: "..."

This is straight-up mob justice.

...

In the courtyard, Ye Xiaoxiao and Qu Miao sat together.

Duan Hong stood not far from them.

"This conference is utterly pointless. Everyone’s smiling, but they’ve all got ulterior motives."

Qu Miao only relaxed once they’d left the main hall and banquet.

Ye Xiaoxiao: "That’s how these social climbers operate."

Qu Miao: "That bald man—does he have some grudge against you?"

Ye Xiaoxiao pondered. "There’s bad blood from way back. It’s mostly about our master, and he probably doesn’t want us meddling."

"I figured this might be an ambush, so I came specifically to accompany Master. But now it seems Wang Lei just wanted to leverage his influence."

"Should we treat Mr. Hu’s mother?"

"If the patient comes to Rende Hall for treatment, we’d definitely take the case. But like this—playing into someone else's hands? Neither my master nor I would ever agree."

Qu Miao understood.

The two stayed outside for twenty minutes when suddenly a loud commotion broke out in the banquet hall.

They even called an ambulance.

Ye Xiaoxiao said, "With so many doctors here, they still needed to call an ambulance?"

That was downright ridiculous.

Only after meeting Zhang Kaining did they learn that it was Wang Lei who had gotten hurt—he tripped and fell while walking and accidentally broke his arm.

The story seemed unbelievable, but his injury was indeed a fracture.

A bad fall could definitely do that.

Most of the guests were executives. There were several well-known doctors present, but not a single bone specialist, so in the end, they had no choice but to let the ambulance take him away.

No one thought Wang Lei had been attacked.

After all, the bald guy was always careful, bringing bodyguards wherever he went.

In fact, at the time of the incident, his bodyguards were indeed waiting outside the door.

But Cheng Tao and his men blocked them, so even if they knew something was happening inside, they were powerless to step in.

By the time Wang Lei came out, his arm had ended up broken.

Zhou Zhonghua, however, was still dissatisfied: "That’s getting off too light. I thought he’d lose the whole arm."

Liu Dai was speechless—what was this sixty-year-old thinking? With so many people around, they couldn’t be that blatant.

Besides, the boss had made it clear: if Wang Lei wanted to start a company in Beijing, he’d block it completely.

Breaking an arm was nothing—cutting off his financial future would be the real punishment.