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A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of Zhongkangtang.

Cameras, cell phones... all sorts of video equipment were set up in the open space by the entrance, and a group of people were chattering and live-streaming in front of the equipment, crowding the entrance.

Fang Mei stood on the steps, using a megaphone to maintain order.

"Make way in the middle of the road. You're blocking the way, preventing patients from getting in and out, and affecting our normal work."

The area in front of the door remained noisy, and no one listened to her.

The media professionals and anchors all explained the situation to their cameras: "Zhongkangtang does not allow entry, nor does it allow us to broadcast live from here."

The more Fang Mei spoke, the happier the audience became, and the news kept spreading in the media: Zhongkangtang's protection of An Xiaoyue is a tragedy for traditional Chinese medicine.

As long as there is controversy, there will be traffic; as long as there are points of discussion, there will be popularity; and money will naturally follow.

When you have money, no one cares what the truth is.

Leng Yushan stood there for a while, his wife shouted herself hoarse, but these people remained unmoved like mountains, and even turned black into white.

He stood in front of the door, wearing a white coat, and shouted at the unscrupulous media.

"What live stream? This is the location of Zhongkangtang. Public facilities are just beyond that line. Get out of here."

Those who were live-streaming and recording were even more enthusiastic, saying sarcastically, "A male doctor came out to chase people away. Zhongkangtang is something else, amazing. This is the demeanor of a century-old family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners."

"Doctor, An Xiaoyue, an intern at your Zhongkangtang, slept with a rich man and is pregnant, yet she's still doing her internship here. Don't you feel ashamed to associate with someone like that?"

"I'm ashamed of you..." Leng Yushan wanted to curse.

Fang Mei quickly covered his mouth, knowing this was not the time to escalate the conflict, and gently comforted him, "Let's go back, I'll handle it."

He is the dean of Beijing Medical College. He usually scolds students who don't study hard and talks to teachers about their work, which is fine.

However, facing these media outlets with no moral bottom line is like facing a group of lunatics; it's like a scholar encountering soldiers. Yushan is not in a position to step forward.

These unscrupulous media people, as long as they get attention, they can turn even the most trivial things into something spectacular. There's really no need for them to smear themselves.

Leng Fang immediately called the police, and the community police quickly arrived to maintain order. However, the number of people at the entrance continued to increase, and the patient was unable to get in.

The incident on the internet has caused such a big stir. Everyone goes online regularly, and everyone knows that An Xiaoyue was exposed online by Yan Yan.

At this moment, the look in his eyes towards An Xiaoyue held a hint of sympathy.

What did gentle Xiaoyue do wrong to deserve being bullied by Yan Yan like this?

Anyone who has ever interacted with Xiaoyue would agree that the videos Yan Yan showed were things Xiaoyue wouldn't normally do.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, An Xiaoyue said, "Don't look at me like that, it's okay."

"Sister Cheng brought some spicy beef jerky today. I'll go get it for you. Eat something spicy, and everything will be alright."

"Xiaoyue likes spicy food. Sour for a boy, spicy for a girl, so she's definitely having a girl."

“Looking at the shape of her belly, it wasn’t showing at all in the back. Her limbs were slender, and her skin was white and tender. I think it’s a boy.”

"daughter."

"son."

The two started arguing about the sex of the fetus, and the other suggested, "Let Academician Leng take the pulse."

Leng Shide put his hands in his sleeves, closed his eyes, and said quietly, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

The pharmacist, Sister Cheng, asked, "Xiaoyue, do you prefer a son or a daughter?"

An Xiaoyue lowered her head, feeling a little shy as she thought of Fu Shengyang's words.

"I'm fine with either, but my husband prefers our son, saying he's easier to practice with."

The pharmacy's floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the main road, and Sister Cheng has seen Fu Shengyang come to pick up An Xiaoyue many times.

"Judging from your husband's car and demeanor, your family could have two or three children without any burden. The first child can be either a boy or a girl."

“When I was little, I wanted an older brother. I hoped that the eldest child would be an older brother.”

The older sister, who has sons, said, "But if the eldest child is an older sister, the younger brothers don't need to worry too much, because of the bloodline."

An Xiaoyue listened with a smile; few people had said these things to her.

Perhaps because she was expecting a baby, she couldn't help but fantasize about what kind of luck she would have in the future when she heard others talk about their own children.

The entrance was blocked by people doing live streaming. There were no patients around. A bunch of people were chatting with Xiaoyue, hoping that the crowd outside wouldn't affect her mood.

Leng Shi was on leave at home, but the other busy family members couldn't rest. Every day at noon, he would come to Zhongkangtang to eat with his family.

He got off the bus across the street and saw that the entrance to Zhongkangtang was completely blocked.

I only found out what happened when I called my brother Leng Yushan.

Such scenes are part of Leng Shize's daily work routine, and it's something he excels at.

Leng Shi is refined and handsome; even in his old age, his demeanor and speech remain extraordinary.

His intelligence and wisdom, and his ability to debate with ambassadors from various countries, are well-known, making him one of the most popular diplomats online.

As soon as Leng Shize appeared, everyone noticed him, turning the devices in their hands and adjusting the focus.

He stood beneath the gate of Zhongkang Hall, a graceful young man, elegant and refined.

"Everyone, Zhongkangtang promotes and carries on traditional Chinese medicine. Except for me, everyone in the Leng family has dedicated their lives to traditional Chinese medicine."

Those in the audience dared not utter a sound; Special Envoy Leng's words were a powerful weapon for protecting the country and its people.

Who would be foolish enough to open their mouth at this moment and cut off their own internet access?

“Zhongkangtang has been in Beijing for a century. The plaque above my head was bestowed by the emperor. My father, Academician Leng Shide, enjoys a stipend. My brother, Dean Leng Yushan, is a liver disease expert. My nephew, Leng Fangyi, is also a well-known figure in the medical field. Could it be that all three of them have a problem with their judgment?”

As Leng Shize finished speaking, his sharp, cold eyes swept over the crowd below the stage.

Everyone lowered their heads in unison, not daring to meet his gaze.

"As a media professional and someone who disseminates information, I urge everyone to be rational in their words and actions. Time will tell. Let's focus on the case itself and wait for the official announcement."

Having said that, Leng Shi put his hands together and bowed slightly, "Please, everyone, cooperate and let the patient in so that his physical ailments can be resolved."

Fang Mei watched from the side, truly worthy of being the plenipotentiary envoy to Cameroon.

I've said enough, and the gifts have been given; it's her turn to play the bad cop.

Fang Mei raised a small megaphone, her voice hoarse as she reminded the people broadcasting live below the stage.

“If you continue to block the entrance and obstruct our work, I have the right to protect Zhongkangtang and our patients, and to ask the police to remove you.”

The doctor in the white coat had previously stated that the area in front of the door was private property, and that driving people away was a reasonable request.

The group looked around at each other, and although they were unwilling, they had no choice but to withdraw.

They're all used to making a living off online traffic; even the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have left, so of course they don't dare stay here any longer.

Seeing the crowd surging below the stage, Fang Mei began to retreat. She looked gratefully at Leng Shize on the other side.

"Little brother, thank goodness you're here."

"Go inside, sister-in-law."

The two walked inside together. "Xiaoyue's here for work?"

"She's inside, but she seems quite carefree and unaffected at all."

"Didn't you tell Sheng Yang about this?"

"What we say to Sheng Yang is our own business. Xiao Yue works at Zhongkangtang and receives a salary from Zhongkangtang, so Zhongkangtang should protect her."

“Sheng Yang is really carefree; even in this situation, he still dares to let Xiao Yue go out.”

"Does staying home mean you don't have to face it?" Fang Mei retorted.

She knew about Sheng Yang's mother, Susie, and she attended Susie's funeral on behalf of the Leng family.

"With so many people around, it's easier to keep her company while she's alone in Fu Garden. She's more likely to overthink things and cause problems."

Leng Shi thought that made sense, so he stopped talking.

But when Susie was mentioned, he thought of Jiaren again.

Back in Beijing, he couldn't stop thinking about Yoshihito.

All these years, I have no idea where she went. There has been no news of her at all. How can a person disappear so completely?

Leng Shi stepped into the Zhongkang Hall and was stunned by what he saw.