"Moreover, if you need surgery, we have doctors who can perform it for you, and the fees are much lower than Beidou Third Hospital. It’s better than you waiting here slowly, unable to get a number, and not seeing a specialist, which is useless."
Anyone in the know hearing these words would realize it’s not a legitimate dical institution promoting its services, but rather people deceiving others. Truly renowned Chinese dicine hospitals don’t need to send people here to drum up business; hospitals are already overflowing with patients unable to get an appointnt.
Those patients and family mbers who travel from afar to seek treatnt here don’t understand these people are called "dical touts," who often run to major famous hospitals in the Capital, luring people to unlicensed clinics and making immoral money.
There are indeed many victims. Never underestimate nor overestimate people’s intelligence. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people scamd every year.
Families of patients seeking dical help in the Capital from afar find it extrely difficult, having to save up money, which for many ordinary families, is exceptionally hard to do. If their money is tricked away by scamrs, what will they do if they need more money for treatnt?
Thinking about this, Xie Wanying stepped forward into the crowd that was speaking and advised those patients and families who were about to be persuaded, "Don’t believe what they say. They get significant rewards for bringing you to those private clinics, all deducted from your deceived money."
"Is that so?" a patient and family asked, turning their head to her after hearing her words.
"It definitely is. Beidou Third Hospital is a public hospital, with the state providing a credibility guarantee. They boast effortlessly, but who guarantees they’re not lying? When you’re seeking dical treatnt, you are entrusting your life to them." Xie Wanying said solemnly.
A group of patients and families, intimidated by her last words, shrank back into the queue.
The business being disrupted, several dical touts surrounded Xie Wanying and shouted, "We didn’t take a penny from them. If we did, may heaven strike us down. We’re only telling them, because they are from our hotown, where the locals go for treatnt, so they wouldn’t be overcharged here."
"Locals get treatnt right here." Xie Wanying seriously addressed to correct the misleading statent.
"How do you know?"
"Anyone can casually ask a local and find out you’re not locals. Why don’t you show your ID cards to see if you’re locals?"
This woman’s sharp tongue made her hard to deal with. These n and won exchanged glances, their cold stares fixating on Xie Wanying’s face, as if to etch her features into their mory.
"Hey, why are you people here again? You were here yesterday and now again today." The security guard at the gate ran over, shouting at the group of scamrs, "If you don’t leave now, should I call the police?"
The chance to make a quick buck was almost in hand, but now it’s gone. These n and won muttered among themselves as they reluctantly withdrew, to avoid the security guard alerting the police to catch them. The police can only do so much, at most detaining them for several days under public security managent regulations, unless soone dies.
Having delayed a bit, Xie Wanying sped up and reached the entrance of the Reproductive Technology Center, and while going up the steps, she sensed sothing and turned back. Not far behind her was Student Geng, wearing a gray cotton jacket with a large backpack slung over one shoulder, looking thin and turning his face away instinctively upon eting her gaze.
Was it Student Geng who called the gate security for her? This thought flashed through Xie Wanying’s mind.
Ring ring ring, it was Doctor Zheng who saw the two of them from inside the building and called to inform the student, "Co to the third floor, Teacher Du’s Office is on the third floor."
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