Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 648: Watching the Fun

Song Yunuan then became interested.

Seeing is believing.

Jin Ju had mentioned this matter before, and although she didn’t express an opinion, her brows were furrowed when she talked about it.

This wasn’t something that a single person had started.

It involved a lot more.

Song Yunuan actually knew that this thing was very popular in the ’80s.

But by the ’90s, it was gradually suppressed and disappeared.

However, people in the ’80s had a particularly strong herd mentality.

Back then, it was really unclear how people thought.

For example, if a master claimed he could cure all diseases, even if you were thousands of miles away, I could still treat you.

Even if you had an incurable disease, it wouldn’t matter; I’d send you energy, and guarantee the energy would cure the disease.

Even being paralyzed was no issue; I’d send you energy, ensuring that you could immediately stand up and jump around, capable of running twenty laps.

Would anyone believe that?

People did believe it, a lot of them, not just one or two, but thousands upon thousands who took such claims at face value and passed them on without a doubt.

It was like the modern-day internet frauds.

As if they were brainwashed, hellbent on transferring money to the scammers.

Not even the police could stop them.

Song Yunuan was busy with something else in another arena.

With the old giving way to the new, and the true being sifted from the false, sometimes the development of things is just like that, not something you can reverse by the force of one person.

Just like Beidu’s public order in the past few years wouldn’t become peaceful just because Beidu had a Song Yunuan.

Those who needed to be punished severely were still punished severely.

And regarding this, Song Yunuan really didn’t hold an opposing view.

She didn’t interfere more than necessary either.

So many deeply believe, if you stand opposite them and say it’s false, then you will be the one knocked down.

Moreover, she didn’t need to bother herself with it; she had so many other things to take care of.

If anything was related, it was only Gu Huai’an’s work on the so-called system energy he was researching.

Now this system energy was used in making special effects for movies; there were no advancements in other areas. It was also because Gu Huai’an was focusing on aeronautics, so his personal lab was only attended when he had time.

But unexpectedly, this had made its way to the central bureau’s auditorium, no, it should be said as a lecture.

It couldn’t be called a performance.

Xia Xindong sat by the side, speaking with a gentle voice to the director, "Don’t worry, we’ll definitely be there when it’s time."

Du Feng looked at the director with an unhappy expression and turned away without saying anything.

After the director left, Xia Xindong said to Du Feng, "Take it easy. If the project isn’t approved, there’s a reason for it. Getting upset here won’t do any good."

Of course, Du Feng knew that getting upset was useless.

But he was a true academic researcher.

Song Yunuan blinked her eyes and then exchanged a glance with Xia Xindong.

The two pretended nothing was wrong and looked away.

Then Song Yunuan looked forward with great anticipation to the lecture at the auditorium in the evening.

No one expected Xia Xindong to have invited so many people.

This included several journalists from media outlets and newspapers.

Jin Ju was on a business trip to Nan City.

Even if she were here, Xia Xindong wouldn’t have let her come.

Then there were quite a few people dispatched by Gu Huai’an from the Aeronautics House.

Old Master Ji was the first to arrive, and his expression was equally poor.

Someone requested that he not use acupuncture or emit energy, and that was enough.

It was nothing short of an insult to him.

When Song Yunuan called to say there was excitement to be witnessed today, Old Master Ji came over immediately, naturally accompanied by Old Master Gu.

Old Master Gu remained neutral about this.

Every matter has two sides.

If you’re right, you stand firm; if you’re wrong, and the walls come tumbling down, the crowd pushes you, and naturally, nobody believes in you anymore.

It takes time.

After all, with the overwhelming public opinion, his voice was too weak as a retired old man.

The director busied himself with a very active demeanor.

Actually, everything went very smoothly.

The master’s recruited shill cooperated quite well; no one expected that just as the pretend paralytic stood up from the wheelchair and took a couple of steps, amid the imminent shock and cheers about to erupt from the audience, his legs suddenly gave way, and he knelt to the ground.

The master’s assistant was startled and hurriedly tried to lift him up, but to no avail.

Screams of pain from the old man could be heard.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

This place was the headquarters to begin with; doctors and nurses promptly rushed from below the stage to the top.

Then a doctor examined him and loudly said, "Hurry to the hospital, this is a fracture."

Nobody knew who shouted, "Why go to the hospital? Let the master send energy; the master can heal anything."

So, the doctors and nurses looked at Physician Farng standing aside, somewhat dazed.

Physician Farng was also a bit bewildered, wondering how a fracture had suddenly occurred?

And how, out of nowhere, did he fall to his knees?

The man was an old fellow in his fifties, who looked exactly like the sly, lazy, greedy sort, a man keen on idleness and gluttony.

Upon hearing that he had a fracture, and now suffering unbearable pain in his knee, he bore the pain and shouted, "Take me to the hospital, hurry... hurry... hurry up and take me to the hospital."

If it really was a fracture and the delay was long, his real worry was not being able to stand, which would spell disaster.

He was only paid fifty yuan for this appearance, not nearly enough to cover medical expenses.

Then voices from below started calling out to the master, urging him to quickly send energy to cure the old man who had mysteriously suffered a fracture.

Stuck in a difficult position, Physician Farng still hadn’t figured out what was going on.

But he knew all too well what he was about.

With his limited skills, how could he possibly send energy to heal a real fracture?

Especially in front of hundreds, if not thousands, of people.

That’s different from telling others about one’s legend.

A legend... is just spoken words, and nobody really takes it seriously enough to challenge it.

But this was something that required actual proof.

Panic flickered in Physician Farng’s eyes, but he retained composure and coughed before saying, "I can only do it three times a day, and I have exceeded my limit for today—I can only wait until tomorrow."

The doctor then said, "If it’s tomorrow, we’ll miss the optimal timing for treatment. This old man... might end up paralyzed for good."

People close to the stage began saying, "What’s the harm in waiting a day? I’ve heard that patients paralyzed for thirty years stood up from their wheelchairs and ran twenty laps right after Physician Farng sent energy their way. Besides, a delay of just one day is okay, let’s just wait patiently. It’s a good chance for us to witness the master’s Divine Power, too."

"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow we’ll see this old man jumping around, striding healthily."

"I’m truly looking forward to it."

Some even advised the old man, "Since Physician Farng is so powerful, just wait a day, let him send energy to cure you tomorrow, and you’ll surely be hale and hearty, the illness blown away."

Director Li of the headquarters sat steadily there, a smile fleeting across his eyes, but vanishing quickly.

Without a show of emotion, he glanced at the noisy crowd.

He certainly didn’t believe this hadn’t been arranged in advance.

The old man, hearing this talk, was immediately terrified and out of his wits; he couldn’t care less about anything else and, with a voice filled with horror and anger, loudly shouted, "Hurry up and take me to the hospital, this Physician Farng is a fraud! I wasn’t even wheelchair-bound in the first place, damn it. I was in good health, he paid me 50 yuan to play along... He can’t do anything, he was just a cobbler before, even he has to take medicine for a cold... Please, just hurry to the hospital, I beg you!"