The next day, Han Lang was as usual at the Heavenly Physician Pavilion, where the patients seeking treatment filled the entire hall.
"Quack! Pay up!"
Early in the morning, a young man with tattoos all over his arm, accompanied by a group of people, rushed into the Heavenly Physician Pavilion shouting. Behind them was a pale, unconscious patient in a wheelchair, wrapped up like a swaddling cloth.
The other patients at the Heavenly Physician Pavilion, seeing the commotion, hurried to get out of the way, while also starting to gossip.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't you see the unconscious young man in the wheelchair? It's probably a medical dispute caused by malpractice."
"You can't be serious. Several of my friends were treated here, and they're all fine now."
"Who can say for sure? Doctors these days would do anything for money!"
"Be careful what you say, young man. The Heavenly Physician Pavilion's consultation fees are by donation, and they are good doctors. I suspect there's a misunderstanding."
...
Hearing the discussions, Wang Fang, the person in charge of the Heavenly Physician Pavilion, immediately came out to inquire.
"What's the matter? What happened?"
"Hmph! My brother got a prescription from you yesterday, and after drinking it today, he became like this. What do you say we do about it!"
After hearing the tattooed man's accusation, Wang Fang, believing him, was about to examine the patient. However, the tattooed man blocked her path and questioned her.
"What are you doing?"
Wang Fang was a bit puzzled.
"Nothing. I just want to check on the patient's condition."
"I think you want to do something to my brother under the guise of checking, so that there's no evidence of what happened?"
The tattooed man opened his mouth wide, directly accusing Wang Fang of attempting to silence a witness, causing an uproar among the crowd.
"Wow, in broad daylight, in front of everyone, where did they get such audacity!"
"Who can say for sure? That young man's complexion already looked like he was at death's door, perhaps a slight touch would have been fatal!"
"Exactly! We're not doctors, maybe people really have pressure points that cause instant death if touched."
"Young man, you're exaggerating!"
...
Hearing the crowd's discussion, the tattooed man felt incredibly smug. But Wang Fang, on the other hand, seemed to realize something. She crossed her arms and asked as if she had something in mind.
"You say your brother became like this after taking our medicine. So, where is the evidence?"
Upon hearing this, the tattooed man became even more pleased and pulled out a prescription from his pocket.
"Look! This is indeed a prescription from your Heavenly Physician Pavilion, isn't it?"
Wang Fang took the prescription, glanced at it briefly, and then handed it to Han Lang.
Han Lang also took a quick look and couldn't help but sneer.
"Your prescription is well-made, but adding 'realgar' to this medicine is clearly poisoning. How is that like treating an illness?"
The tattooed man became even more animated upon hearing this.
"Everyone heard it! Their own doctor admitted it! Poisoning in the prescription, with malicious intent!"
The crowd was quickly swayed by him, all appearing extremely shocked.
"Poisoning in the prescription, and you wouldn't even know how it happened if you died!"
"Yes, we patients just accept whatever doctors say. Who would suspect the medicine prescribed by a doctor?"
"Even if you suspect it, what's the use? Can you tell which herb is poisonous?"
"I say, everyone, it seems that all traditional Chinese medicine has some toxicity!"
...
Among the crowd, there was always an elder who was clear-headed, but it was of no use.
Facing the tattooed man's aggressive stance, Han Lang was not anxious at all, but rather looked amused.
"Since that's the case, I suggest we call the police. The police will bring about justice."
Upon hearing the word "police," the tattooed man and his group couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"No need to call the police! We accept a private settlement!"
"But we don't accept it!"
Han Lang then asked Wang Fang to make the call to the police, which made many onlookers confused.
"This is intentional homicide, and they still don't accept a private settlement?"
"Why do I feel like the situation has changed?"
"Yes, this tattooed man only wants a private settlement and doesn't want to call the police. It feels more like extortion."
"Heh heh... You're finally starting to use your brains."
...
The tattooed man became a bit anxious, pointing at Han Lang in exasperation.
"Fine, since you want to die, I won't stop you. Brothers, before the police arrive, let's smash this quack's shop first!"
"I'd like to see who dares!"
Seeing that the tattooed man and his group were about to make a move, Han Lang immediately stepped out from behind the consultation desk.
"Smash it! Get justice for my brother!"
As the situation escalated, the onlookers quickly retreated. The tattooed man was at the forefront, kicking towards the counter.
In a flash.
Han Lang lunged forward and, before the tattooed man's foot could touch the counter, grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground.
Seeing their leader being beaten, the others were stunned for a moment. Then, they swarmed forward, swinging their fists at Han Lang.
Wang Fang was terrified. She looked around for something, picked up a small stool, and was about to help Han Lang, but Luo Jiaying pulled her back.
"Miss Luo, what are you doing?"
She asked in confusion.
"Sister Wang Fang, please put down that stool. Don't hurt yourself later. Brother Han Lang knows martial arts, this is just a minor incident!"
Seeing Luo Jiaying's unconcerned demeanor, Wang Fang, half-believing, put down the stool.
"So, we just watch?"
"Yes, if you're tired of standing, you can sit on that stool too!"
Luo Jiaying's answer made Wang Fang both amused and exasperated. She then casually tucked the small stool under her bottom. Luo Jiaying also offered a handful of sunflower seeds at the opportune moment.
"Try them, they taste good!"
On the other side, Han Lang had knocked everyone to the ground with a few punches and kicks. Just then, the police arrived.
Seeing the situation, the police quickly got out of the car to understand what was happening.
Wang Fang, seeing this, stood up from the small stool.
Having agreed to be the general manager of the Heavenly Physician Pavilion, she would not trouble Han Lang with problems she could solve herself.
"Hello, officers! I am the person in charge here, and I was the one who called the police!"
"Alright! Then please tell us the specific situation first."
"These people..." Wang Fang pointed at the tattooed man and his group lying on the ground, and said, "They maliciously forged our prescription, and when their extortion failed, they also maliciously vandalized our clinic."
"Do you have evidence?"
"Yes!"
Wang Fang took out the tattooed man's prescription again and handed it to the police. At the same time, she took out a small UV flashlight from her pocket.
"The location on our own prescription is intentionally made with anti-counterfeiting features, which is missing on his. Also, our prescriptions have a hidden logo visible under UV light, which is also missing on his! Furthermore, we have surveillance cameras all over the shop."
After speaking, she also took a blank prescription from the shop for the police to compare.
This series of actions caused another uproar among the onlookers who were watching the excitement.
"No wonder they were so confident at first. It turns out the prescription was indeed forged!"
"You guys were saying they weren't good doctors. Which hospital would spend money to create anti-counterfeiting features for their own prescriptions?"
"You're right, Grandpa. You are indeed wise!"
"Then what about that patient..."
...
At this moment, Han Lang walked up to the wheelchair.
"Are you planning to wake up on your own, or should I help you? It's quite something to pretend to be sick in front of a doctor!"
The young man in the wheelchair, after hearing this, could no longer pretend. However, being completely wrapped up, he couldn't move and could only open his eyes and grin at Han Lang.
"Heh heh, big brother, I didn't do anything!"
With irrefutable evidence, right and wrong were already very clear.
"Alright, we have understood the situation, and the evidence is conclusive. Now it depends on how you intend to handle it. If you do not wish to pursue charges, we will detain you for five to ten days for disturbing the peace and impose a fine. If..."
"Prosecute! Prosecute with the heaviest possible sentence!"
Before the police could finish speaking, Han Lang stated his decision.
This group of people looked like trouble, and social scum should be properly disciplined by the state.
"Okay! If you prosecute, you can file lawsuits for disturbing the peace, attempted extortion, attempted assault, defamation, etc. We will go back and file the case and contact you later."
"Thank you for your hard work, officers!"
"It's our duty to serve the people!"