Chapter 61: Lacking a Medical License

Professional medical troublemakers?

Sitting in his consulting room, Zhou Chen perceived the anomaly and extended his divine sense to investigate the situation.

Observing the chaotic scene outside his door, he could not help but smile wryly.

He had completely cured a patient of their illness, only to be falsely accused in return.

With everyone speaking over one another, this mob quickly painted Zhou Chen as a charlatan who exploited the name of a physician for personal gain.

A fraud who cheated people out of both money and virtue.

However, these individuals did not appear to be professional agitators.

Professional medical troublemakers constituted an actual occupation.

They referred to those who manufactured medical disputes for illicit financial gain.

Clearly, these people were not professionals; they were indeed former patients whom Zhou Chen had treated.

What was playing out before him was a real-life rendition of the farmer and the snake, or Master Dongguo and the wolf.

Zhou Chen did not take these troublemakers to heart; his real concern was the mastermind who had sent them to cause trouble.

It seemed that his success in curing terminal cancer had stepped on some powerful toes.

After all, terminal patients were the ultimate cash cows, especially affluent ones who would spend vast fortunes for a chance at survival.

By curing terminal illnesses entirely, he was cutting off a massive revenue stream for those vested interests.

The disturbance escalated as the agitators began pounding relentlessly on the door of the consulting room.

Some patients in the waiting area who had not witnessed Zhou Chen's medical prowess firsthand began to harbor doubts.

A worldly bystander muttered doubtfully, "No way. Could these people be professional troublemakers?"

"What are professional troublemakers?"

"They're people who stir up trouble in hospitals to amplify disputes for profit."

"Does that mean the so-called young miraculous doctor is actually a fraud?"

"I also find it hard to believe cancer can be completely cured. I only came today to try my luck. Maybe it's true, though."

The patients in the waiting room chattered amongst themselves, consciously distancing themselves from the rabble.

Meanwhile, the agitators continued to incite the crowd.

"I'm not lying to everyone! Look at my old man here, convulsing all over, he's basically at death's door!" An elderly woman wailed, tears streaming down her face as she pulled up a photo on her smartphone to show those around her.

In the photograph, an elderly man lay on the ground, convulsing violently in a pathetic state.

"We are definitely not here to cause trouble on purpose. We've all been deceived by that fraud! If you don't believe me, look at my medical record—I was right here at Huaxin Hospital just a few days ago!"

These people were indeed real patients, and each came fully prepared, producing evidence of having received treatment from Zhou Chen to prove they were not mere agitators.

This display convinced the surrounding crowd by seven or eight tenths.

A wealthy individual suffering from cancer spoke suspiciously, "A friend of mine was treated by that miraculous doctor once, and the cancer cells in his body decreased significantly. He's been completely normal ever since, hasn't he?"

"Did you people take bribes from someone to deliberately make trouble for the miraculous doctor?"

One of the wealthy man's friends had introduced Zhou Chen to him; even if complete eradication wasn't guaranteed, it would undoubtedly extend one's lifespan significantly.

Moreover, the wealthy man was worldly. Though he did not know the specific underhanded dealings at play, he figured that Zhou Chen's ability to cure cancer was bound to attract all sorts of trouble.

Hearing the wealthy man's remarks, a few individuals among the mob shifted their eyes nervously and looked flustered.

The elderly woman flopped onto the ground, throwing a tantrum and wailing toward the ceiling.

"Oh, my husband! You're in such a state, yet people still suspect you're faking it! I don't want to live anymore!"

The young and beautiful woman also wept as bitterly as rain-soaked pear blossoms.

"What girl would use her own chastity to spread rumors? That miraculous doctor is a total pervert, and he even threatened me not to tell a soul. Sob, sob..."

Among the troublemakers was a bespectacled man who maintained a steady demeanor throughout.

He responded to the wealthy man's skepticism by saying, "That young miraculous doctor is merely using the guise of a savior to swindle people here at Huaxin Hospital. I seriously doubt he even possesses a medical license!"

"We also know that the likes of us are no match for the wealthy and powerful. That's why, as long as he can produce a medical license, we are willing to swallow our grievances in silence. If he insists on continuing his fraud, there's nothing more we can do."

With these words, the bespectacled man removed his glasses and wiped away a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye.

Most of the patients visiting the hospital were ordinary citizens.

Swayed by the bespectacled man's rhetoric, they naturally sided with the troublemakers.

They viewed Zhou Chen, who was young enough to hold consultations, as a lackey of the privileged class.

The bespectacled man was certain that Zhou Chen could not produce a medical license—this was the foundation of his confidence.

After all, no one knew the true extent of Zhou Chen's medical skills better than he did.

As the internet adage went: the person who wrongs you knows even better than you do just how wronged you are.

Yet people are living entities, while rules are rigid.

No matter how exceptional one's medical skills might be, practicing without a qualification was an illegal act.

All they needed to do afterward was have the patients treated by Zhou Chen testify in court that his treatments had worsened their conditions and even endangered their lives.

Then, they only needed to leverage self-media to propagate out-of-context narratives.

In that case, no matter how skilled a doctor might be, he would inevitably end up behind bars.

This was not the first time he had pulled off such a scheme; he had already successfully sent several miraculous doctors to prison.

From his perspective, today's medical disturbance was enough to seal Zhou Chen's fate.

Zhou Chen lacked a medical license—that was irrefutable proof!

Hearing the bespectacled young man's words, everyone cast their gazes toward the consulting room in unison.

At that moment, Zhang Mingxu arrived upon hearing the commotion.

"What are you people doing? The hospital is not a place for you to throw tantrums. If you have a grievance, go call the police!"

The bespectacled man showed no fear of Zhang Mingxu and sneered, "Fine, let's call the police then! Since that damn quack doesn't have a medical license anyway, let's see who the police arrest!"

"We are the victims here, we've all been cheated by that fraud! I refuse to believe the law would protect a swindler!"

Zhang Mingxu knitted his brows. He had already anticipated the issue of the medical license for Zhou Chen.

A few days prior, he had pulled strings to contact leaders of the Yanhuang Health and Family Planning Commission to issue a special medical license for Zhou Chen.

However, it would still take two or three days to reach Zhou Chen's hands.

Therefore, once the police were involved, even if they recognized Zhou Chen's exceptional medical skills, practicing without a license remained an illegal offense.

Although no actual harm had been done to the patients, Zhang Mingxu knew very well that the mastermind behind these troublemakers would undoubtedly find a way to coerce those patients into giving false testimony, sending Zhou Chen to prison.

"My name is Zhang Mingxu, and I am the honorary director of Huaxin Hospital. I can vouch for the miraculous doctor; his medical skills are entirely genuine!"

"Moreover, I'm sure you've all heard about the major traffic accident involving a truck crashing into a bus not long ago. The miraculous doctor who turned the tide and saved dozens of lives from the jaws of death is none other than this young doctor!"

Upon hearing Zhang Mingxu's words, the crowd immediately burst into murmurs of discussion.

"Really? I heard that miraculous doctor at the time was supposedly the reincarnation of a celestial physician."

"I think it must be true, especially since rumors said that miraculous doctor was also very young."

"It seems these people are just here to stir up trouble. They can't stand seeing a real doctor do good!"

The crowd instantly erupted, many casting hostile glances toward the group of troublemakers.

Unrelenting, the bespectacled man shouted at the top of his lungs, "So what if he's a miraculous doctor? Does he have a medical license? How dare he practice medicine randomly!"

"You capitalists are powerful, and ordinary folk like us can't fight you, so we'll resort to legal channels!"

"We are the ones ruined by that so-called miraculous doctor. He destroyed our families, and we will never let him off the hook!"