Jin Ziliang grew increasingly enraged, inadvertently unleashing his inner power to its fullest extent. Every word he spoke sent shivers down the spines of the chief experts.
It was truly a case of the commander unleashing his fury—a ferocious lion!
The chief experts didn't dare utter a single word.
It was Pan Wei who mustered his courage and stammered, "But, for such an important matter, Commander Jin, I think… shouldn't we consult the funeral parlor?"
They hadn't heard what Dong Cuiliu had said earlier!
Jin Ziliang sneered, "My mother just told me that A-Chen gave her a little treatment, and she's feeling a bit better now. Besides, as experts, can't you see that my mother's complexion looks better? Huh?"
Instantly, even Dean Pan fell silent, trembling with fear.
Actually, they had seen it too, but blinded by prejudice, they hadn't considered it deeply.
Jin Ziliang took a deep breath and said, "Then, either you give me a medical plan now, or we'll let Lu Chen do it! Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility! I just need to borrow your place for a bit."
As he spoke, his bright, piercing eyes fixed intently on each of the experts and department heads.
That gaze, so fierce and menacing, sent chills down their spines, and they dared not utter a sound.
"So?"
Jin Ziliang asked, enunciating each word clearly.
Peng Wei took a deep breath, finally calming himself down, and said weakly, "Commander Jin, alright! Whatever you say, it's fine. After all, it's your mother, your decision is the most important. The place… we can lend it to you! In case… uh, that's all."
Peng Wei wanted to say that if Lu Chen's treatment failed, Jin Ziliang shouldn't cause trouble for the hospital and shouldn't interfere. But then he thought, given Jin Ziliang's status and style, he certainly wouldn't do such a thing.
So, he swallowed his words. Jin Ziliang nodded, then turned to look at Lu Chen. His stern face instantly softened, becoming warm and inviting, almost as if he were about to put his arm around Lu Chen's shoulder. He said, "Chen, what do you think? Should I have my mother's surgery right here? Don't worry, I'll kick all these people out!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the surrounding experts and department heads, ignoring their grim expressions.
So what if they looked grim? Who dared offend Jin Ziliang, the commander of a special operations division?
The entire Chinese army has tens of thousands of division commanders, but the number of special operations division commanders combined is definitely less than fifty! Moreover, according to the rankings behind his back, Jin Ziliang is among the top twenty of those fifty special operations division commanders!
Although it's not an official ranking, he's definitely not someone that Pan Wei and his group of department heads and experts can afford to offend.
Lu Chen smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "This place is quite suitable. We can ask these chefs to leave, but..."
The mention of "chefs" left Pan Wei and the others speechless. What was going on? They were experts, after all; why were they being treated like kitchen cooks?
"But what?" Jin Ziliang's heart sank slightly.
"There are two things. I need some traditional Chinese medicine, but it shouldn't be hard to find in this hospital. Second..." Lu Chen hesitated, then looked at Huang Jianfeng and Peng Wei not far away.
His gaze was sinister, sending a chill down Huang Jianfeng and Peng Wei's spines, making them uneasy.
"Second? What? Tell me quickly!" Jin Ziliang immediately shouted, his eyes gleaming.
Lu Chen ignored Peng Wei and Huang Jianfeng, but continued speaking to them: "The second thing is, if you want me to treat Ms. Dong, Dean Peng and Director Huang must come and beg me."
Upon hearing this, Peng Wei and Huang Jianfeng's faces turned ashen. They naturally remembered what had just happened. Lu Chen had said that if they wanted him to come back for treatment, they would have to carry him from the fourth floor to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the fourth floor.
Jin Ziliang, however, knew nothing of this! He laughed heartily, "I thought it would be something difficult! It's only right. My mother is a patient of Dean Peng and this... oh, Director Huang, so it's only right that they ask!"
Saying this, he looked at the two men and said casually, "Dean Peng, and Director Huang, hurry up!"
"This..." Peng Wei looked hesitant.
"Why do we have to ask? Besides, he can treat himself; it's none of my business. I disagree..." Huang Jianfeng spoke fluently, then suddenly fell silent.
Because Jin Ziliang slowly took two steps forward, and the murderous aura honed on the battlefield pressed down on Huang Jianfeng.
Huang Jianfeng, this guy, was usually pampered and never exercised; he was overweight and had never even been in a fight. Pressed and threatened by Jin Ziliang's murderous aura, Huang Jianfeng immediately retreated.
His face was filled with horror: "Commander Jin... what... what do you want to do?"
"You don't agree to let A-Chen treat my mother's illness?" Jin Ziliang asked sternly.
Huang Jianfeng was dumbfounded. He definitely couldn't answer no now; anyone who did would be a fool and get beaten to a pulp by Jin Ziliang! So what if he was the son of a health bureau leader? This commander could beat him up as he pleased. As long as he wasn't killed, crippling him wouldn't dare say anything.
Who was this man? He was Commander Jin, who had made outstanding military achievements! One of the pillars of China's future!
So, Huang Jianfeng shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no... I agree! I absolutely agree!"
"Alright, to show your agreement, go and ask A-Chen now," Jin Ziliang said calmly. Then, turning to Pan Wei, whose face was dark with anger, he said, "Dean Pan, for my mother's illness, I believe you'll agree to ask A-Chen for a favor, right?"
Pan Wei was truly bitter!
This Commander Jin is so naive! Do you know what Lu Chen is up to? He wants us to carry him around the building! But it's really inconvenient to say that aloud; he can only play it by ear.
So, he glared at Huang Jianfeng and hissed, "Go over there!"
With a forced smile, he walked towards Lu Chen.
Usually, Huang Jianfeng had powerful connections, and Pan Wei was always kind to him, but this time was different.
Huang Jianfeng was extremely unwilling, but he had no choice. Commander Jin's imposing gaze was fixed on him! Besides, the dean had already gone; could he refuse?
Unprecedentedly, Huang Jianfeng felt a sense of forced submission.
He could only follow behind Pan Wei to Lu Chen.
Pan Wei appeared very sincere, saying, "Mr. Lu, this is truly... even if I'm blind, I didn't realize you possess such extraordinary skills. I'm begging you to treat Ms. Dong; she's so ill, it's all up to your miraculous healing..."
His tone, however, still carried a hint of distrust.
He swallowed hard, then lowered his voice further, saying, "However, these are my old bones, and I've been suffering from rheumatism these past few days. Could you... perhaps be lenient?"
What a cunning old fox!
Huang Jianfeng gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what Lu Chen was up to. Pan Wei's actions were essentially asking him to carry Lu Chen around the building all by himself!
Lu Chen smiled slightly: "Dean Pan, I understand. You're quite old; even without rheumatism, I can't ask you to carry me. I'd shorten my lifespan, wouldn't I? This kind of thing needs to be done by someone young and strong."
As he spoke, he looked at Huang Jianfeng with a smile.
Huang Jianfeng gritted his teeth, almost turning around and rushing out. He couldn't bear the embarrassment.
Pan Wei glared at him: "Why aren't you asking Mr. Lu to help?"
"I...I..." Huang Jianfeng stammered, feeling extremely awkward. He even resented Dean Pan a little. Why the rush? Just then, a stern voice sounded behind him:
"That deputy director, you're about my age, right? Maybe a couple or three years older, but still relatively young. It's not easy to become a deputy director at such a young age, and judging from your demeanor, you probably have someone backing you, right? Why don't you tell me who's behind you? I'll go talk to them."
It was Jin Ziliang speaking.
Huang Jianfeng gritted his teeth and blurted out, "Mr. Lu... I beg you... I beg you to treat Ms. Dong!"
He finished, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Alright, absolutely no problem!" Lu Chen smiled, then said, "But Director Huang, as I mentioned before, if you want me to come back to save Ms. Dong, you have to carry me from the fourth floor to the first floor and back. So, let's do this: I'll prescribe the Chinese herbal medicine I need first, then go find a nurse to get it. In the meantime, you can carry me!"
Even though he knew Lu Chen would say that, Huang Jianfeng still couldn't accept it for a moment and instinctively yelled, "You're talking nonsense! You want me to carry you? You're dreaming!"
Jin Ziliang didn't quite understand what "carrying you from the fourth floor to the first floor" meant, but he could tell that this so-called deputy director, Huang Jianfeng, was arrogant, and Lu Chen was going to humiliate him.
Jin Ziliang didn't like Huang Jianfeng either, and Lu Chen could save his mother.
So, he didn't mind helping Lu Chen.
He spoke up: "Director Huang, right? I think you're a bit overweight, and you don't exercise much, right? I think this is a good form of exercise for you. What do you think?"
He paused, then added, "How about you tell me about the person behind you, and I'll go talk to him?"
Huang Jianfeng stiffened, his scalp tingling. He knew very well that compared to Jin Ziliang, he was the leader, while he wasn't even an arm, at most a finger. Could a finger bend over a leader? What a joke!
He clenched his fist tightly: "Fine, I'll carry him! As long as Mr. Lu... can cure Ms. Dong, what's wrong with me carrying him? Consider it exercise! Commander Jin is so right!"
What followed was simple: Huang Jianfeng carried Lu Chen, actually walking to the first floor and then back to the fourth floor.
What torture!
Jin Ziliang was wrong. Huang Jianfeng hadn't exercised at all. Although Lu Chen wasn't very heavy, only around 150 pounds, Huang Jianfeng was still sweating profusely while carrying him.
And it was more than just sweating profusely!