"Wait a minute." Watching Du Heng leave, Guan Bo shouted anxiously, leaning forward.
But the flight attendant beside him directly blocked him. "Sir, if you have no other business, please return to your seat."
The flight attendant's voice was just as polite and smiling as before, but Guan Bo was furious. Especially seeing the two flight attendants blocking his path, he felt a deep sense of humiliation.
"Sir, if you wish to chat, you can do so after disembarking. But for now, please return to your seat."
"Can't I even go to the bathroom?" Guan Bo was extrely angry, yet also felt a profound powerlessness.
"Of course, sir. Please, go ahead."
The flight attendant maintained her smile and gently took two steps back.
Guan Bo's mind went blank. He no longer cared about a subtle, gentlemanly invitation. He just wanted to...
The flight from the Capital to Quan City wasn't long. An hour later, Du Heng and his companions were dragging their luggage towards the exit.
Guan Bo was waiting at the exit.
He looked furious and was even recording with his phone.
When he saw Du Heng and the others erge, laughing and chatting, his eyes practically shot fire.
"Du Heng."
"Eh~~ Doctor Guan, I thought you had left already?" Du Heng greeted him with a smile and asked warmly, "Why is it just you, Doctor Guan? Didn't Sir Zhang return with you?"
Guan Bo's face darkened. "Cut the act," he said in a low voice.
Du Heng was stunned by his words. Did I really just get the cold shoulder after trying to be friendly?
However, Du Heng wasn't a fool and quickly connected Guan Bo's attitude to the recent online events. Seeing Guan Bo's sullen expression, he decided to ignore him and tried to walk past. But Guan Bo moved to block him, nearly causing Du Heng to bump into him.
This annoyed Du Heng, but seeing the constant stream of people and considering Sir Zhang's reputation, he suppressed his anger. "Is there anything else, Doctor Guan?" he asked.
"I want another competition," Guan Bo said in a deep voice.
Du Heng frowned deeply at Guan Bo and muttered under his breath, "He's insane."
He tried to sidestep and leave again.
But Guan Bo gave him no chance. He blocked Du Heng again, thrusting his phone practically into Du Heng's face. "Doctor Du Heng, I don't dispute that you found an error in my diagnosis. But you used that to trample on my Teacher's reputation for your own fa! I despise you for that! I demand a fair and open competition with you to restore my Teacher's honor!"
Just then, Wu Shengnan moved to Du Heng's side, placing herself slightly in front of him. "What's wrong, honey?" she whispered.
"It's nothing." Du Heng took Wu Shengnan's arm, intending to lead her away. "Just so lunatic. Don't mind him."
As Du Heng spoke, Kang Zhirong, who had been following close behind, moved forward with his large suitcase, positioning himself between Wu Shengnan and Guan Bo. "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"
The sight of people stepping up to help Du Heng, especially a beautiful woman shielding him, made Guan Bo inexplicably furious.
"Du Heng, are you even a man? Hiding behind a woman?" Guan Bo was losing control, his voice escalating to a shout.
Aware of the growing crowd of curious onlookers and that they were blocking other passengers, Du Heng had even less desire to engage with this idiot. He tried to pull Wu Shengnan away.
But Guan Bo, goaded repeatedly, had lost all sense. He was determined not to let Du Heng leave until he agreed to his demand.
"Du Heng, you despicable scoundrel! You used my mistake to trample on my Teacher and make yourself famous! You're utterly vicious!"
"What on earth do you want?" Du Heng had no choice but to stop again, exasperated.
"Compete with !" Guan Bo stared intensely at Du Heng. "If you win, I'll apologize and accept any consequence. If I win, you will apologize to my Teacher and issue a public statent online admitting you gained your fa through despicable ans!"
Du Heng's anger flared. "Doctor Guan, this is the 21st century! A competition? What era do you think you're in? Use your brain, will you? You're blocking the way!"
Guan Bo dismissed Du Heng's anger, even interpreting it as fear. "Du Heng! Don't you have 10 million fans? Aren't you renowned online for treating incurable diseases? Don't you claim to be proficient in general practice? Aren't you hailed as 'Du Demigod'? Tell , why won't you accept my challenge? What are you afraid of?"
Du Heng was truly furious. The crowd was growing, people pointing and chattering loudly. Airport staff were beginning to push their way through. Growing increasingly agitated, Du Heng reached out and shoved Guan Bo aside.
Guan Bo stood his ground, yelling, "Tell , what are you scared of? Are you afraid a competition with will expose you as a fraud?"
"Are you nuts? If you're sick, go see a doctor! Get out of the way!" This ti, Du Heng remained silent as Kang Zhirong stepped forward and forcefully shoved Guan Bo with both hands.
"What do you think you're doing? You want to fight?" Guan Bo staggered but quickly regained his balance, his voice growing louder as he waved his phone erratically at them.
Watching this madman, Du Heng felt a wave of helplessness. Amidst the rising chatter, surrounding passersby were also pulling out their phones.
Du Heng took a deep breath. "Alright, Doctor Guan. How do you want to compete?"
Guan Bo stopped yelling and stared sharply at Du Heng. "You agree?"
"I agree. Spit it out."
"I am a doctor from Luqi. I will find five groups of volunteers in Luqi. We will compete, and I will expose your lie about being proficient in general practice and tear off your hypocritical mask!"
Du Heng gave Guan Bo a look one might reserve for a retard. "Fine. Prepare whatever you want. I'll wait for your news."
Saying this, he once again pushed Guan Bo aside.
This ti, Guan Bo didn't block him but said from the side, "Du Heng, a true man keeps his word. I've recorded your agreent and will post it online for all netizens to witness and supervise."
"Do as you please." With that, Du Heng quickly walked away.
This is so damn embarrassing, causing such a scene in public.
How could a great Master like Zhang Dewen be so blind as to choose such a retard for a student?
Pulling Wu Shengnan quickly from the crowd, he strode towards the exit.
Kang Zhirong, Feng Su, and her tall and short assistants hurried to follow.
Wu Shengnan was quite curious. She couldn't understand how such a bizarre incident could happen in East Hill, a place where they knew no one.
A competition? Is this like sothing out of the Jianghu?
"Honey, who was that man?" Wu Shengnan asked cautiously, noticing Du Heng's dark expression.
"An idiot." Du Heng was genuinely exasperated.
Wu Shengnan shot Du Heng a reproachful glance. "Be serious. Who is he?"
"He's a student of National dical Master Zhang Dewen from East Hill. I think his na is Guan Bo, or sothing similar. His surna is definitely Guan."
"A student of a National dical Master? That's quite a prestigious connection. So what was all that about today?"
As they walked, Du Heng recounted the events of the past two days to Wu Shengnan with a sigh. "That bastard probably thinks I deliberately leaked the information to ride on Mr. Zhang Dewen's coattails and further my own reputation, so he ca looking for revenge."
Wu Shengnan chuckled. "I'm not so sure that's it."
"What do you an?"
"Judging by his fury and how he kept harping on your fa, I think it's more likely he's blinded by jealousy and wants to use you as a stepping stone to make a na for himself."
"You really think so?" Du Heng looked at Wu Shengnan, surprised.
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