Electronic Nezha

Chapter 62 Victims' Chat Group
I clicked in and took a look. The two foreign scholars' views were very simple: Huang Jiaoming performed very well in Chen Zihan's surgery, but there is no need to emphasize that he predicted the intracranial hemorrhage point in advance, because that cannot be predicted. This is common sense.

One scholar gave an example: the surgery is like two armies facing off. The general of the opposing side shoots an arrow into the sky. The arrow travels for a long time and falls into the enemy camp in a parabolic arc, blowing the general of the opposing side in the head. First of all, this is absurd. Secondly, if it happens, it can only mean that the general of the opposing side was lucky. To insist that it was due to accurate archery is shameless.

I couldn't help but say, "Wow, that's what professionalism is all about."

Huang Jiaoming responded: I've spent more time on the operating table than you two have lived, and I've seen more human brains than you've eaten sheep brains!
Those two scholars were indeed quite young, and foreigners don't eat sheep brains, right?
Most of the comments below support Huang Jiaoming, saying that foreign scholars are just envious, jealous, and hateful, and are just stirring up trouble. Several comments even offer personal accounts, saying that they were Professor Huang Jiaoming's patients before, praising his excellent skills and responsible attitude, etc., but the veracity of these claims is unknown.

As for Huang Jiaoming's matter, I've let it go. He didn't exactly take a bullet for Liu Zhenhua, but at least he eliminated a potential threat.

I asked Liu Zhenhua, "What do you think?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "The best outcome for Huang Jiaoming is for this matter to be dropped, because it is common sense that the bleeding point cannot be predicted in Chen Zihan's case."

Just like that scholar said, killing an enemy general in the enemy camp with a simple gesture seems like pure luck. But Liu Zhenhua used futuristic technology, which is equivalent to having a thermal imager, a sniper rifle, and a drone to help you locate someone in ancient times. No one understands this simply because we are all from ancient times.

Liu Zhenhua said, "Now the fear is that Huang Jiaoming will suddenly be unable to withstand the pressure and admit that he did not draw that picture."

"Don't worry about that. The moment you pick up a hundred-yuan bill on the street and decide to put it in your pocket, even if the whole world says it's not yours, you have to stick to your guns."

Yuan Yuan clapped.

Liu Zhenhua said sincerely, "Dad, you have the deepest understanding of human nature!"

It wasn't necessarily profound; it was just that I'd seen similar things before, some pointless life experiences...

So our final decision was: to ignore it.

For a nobody like me, the most worrying thing is never some unresolved mystery, but rather when someone raises a stone at you, intending to throw it but then fails to do so.

Nearly 10 hours have passed since Sun Zhancheng and his group transferred their money. In my imagination, the positive feedback should be that the four old guys, along with all their disciples and old friends, launched a manhunt for Chen Bing. But times have really changed. Back then, it was possible that pirated audio-visual stores were thriving with "sincere intentions."

But the lack of even negative feedback is making me very anxious. To be honest, I could accept it if my buddies blocked my door with kitchen knives. Once the boil has sprouted, you can just squeeze it out. What I'm afraid of is that they're just hanging on like this, wondering if they're going to beat me up after school or not.

I said to Liu Zhenhua, "You didn't do a very discreet job of transferring money from Sun and his group. Did they not even notice?"

“No,” Liu Zhenhua said. “Unless they don’t buy a single pack of cigarettes or take the bus all day—I’ll transfer all the money from their accounts and WeChat wallets.”

"Then there should be feedback." If this happened to me, even a law-abiding person like me would have blocked their door with a kitchen knife.

Liu Zhenhua said, "Let's play it safe. I suspect that with their intelligence, they know the money is missing, but they haven't even realized where it is. You're overestimating them."

“Yes, play it openly. You send them a text message in the name of the bank telling them that the money has gone into Chen Bing’s account.”

Liu Zhenhua said, "Let me be even clearer: I have absolutely no trust in their intelligence right now. Let Chen Bing tell them directly!"

"Is Chen Bing willing to cooperate?"

"The three sworn brothers of the Peach Garden Oath, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, worshipped Guan Yu's image. Do you think the actors wanted to act like that? That's what absurd videos are all about!"

It's nothing more than hijacking someone's mouth; Xiao Wu immediately recognized his expertise.

"Dad, once you're ready, let's begin."

I was taken aback and said, "What? Don't feel pressured, Chen Bing will take the blame anyway."

"Uh, I'll give it a try." It's a classic comedy trope: doing bad things while wearing someone else's face. But I'm not very mentally strong, and the thought of me running naked while wearing someone else's face would be too much for me, so I can only give it a try.

Liu Zhenhua drew another box on the screen, and based on the image, it was clear that it was a WeChat voice message. The person being called was "Ruli Bobing" (meaning "walking on thin ice"). Liu Zhenhua said to me, "This is Sun Zhancheng."

"Hello, who's looking for me?" Sun Zhancheng was relatively calm. The sudden appearance of a friend request from an unknown person on his phone was not unusual for a man like him.

"Mr. Sun, this is Chen Bing—"

"Mr. Chen? I can't get through to you on the phone. I've been looking for you all afternoon."

Before I could speak, Liu Zhenhua tapped a few times on the keyboard, and the voice call turned into a group chat. "Memories of the Past", "Content Tea Drinker" and "Fishing is Better Than Fishing" joined the chat room one after another.

"Old Memories" was still a little confused and asked, "Boss, did you bring us in? Is Chen Bing that Chen Bing?" Liu Zhenhua told me that this was Duan Shoujiang.

"Content Tea Drinker" and "Fishing is Better Than Fishing" were unknowingly pulled into the group chat and were busy with their own things when the phone rang for a while before they realized that one of them was Cheng Sihai and the other was Wu Lianfeng.

"Hey, when was this group created?"

"How did the call go through when I didn't even answer it?"

"Brother, is this Chen Bing the one we know?"

The chat room descended into chaos.

If the phrase "walking on thin ice" wasn't taken too seriously before, it's now quite perplexing.

"Is that you, Mr. Chen? When did we add each other on WeChat?"

I suppressed a laugh and said, "It's me."

Liu Zhenhua said, "You don't need to use a fancy way of saying it; it's automatically converted."

"Fishing is better than catching fish" couldn't help but interject, "Mr. Chen, I have a question for you. All the money in my account was suddenly transferred out. Is it related to you?" See, there's a smart guy here. It seems eating fish really does nourish the brain. But judging from his WeChat name, he probably didn't catch any fish after all...

Ultimately, the money transferred out was mostly from "fishing for the fish." Liu Zhenhua transferred a total of 40 yuan from these four people, including 30 yuan from Wu Lianfeng!

These four guys must have discussed the matter of losing money, and they're keeping silent now.

I exclaimed in surprise, "Why didn't you call the police for something this serious?"

"Walking on thin ice," he said, "I thought it was a bank—or some friend was joking with me..."

Duan Shoujiang asked, "Did you do it?"

Wu Lianfeng said, "No need to ask, it's him! I didn't even mention anyone else, and he already knew that 'we' had lost all the money..."

(End of this chapter)