If they were asked to leave like this in front of so many people today, they would not be able to get rid of the title of fake news reporter for several years. If they are unlucky, it would follow them for the rest of their lives.

No matter whether they turn the situation around in the future, no matter how successful they are in the future, as long as this incident today is not over, people will talk about it for the rest of their lives.

Just like what they do to those big and small stars, no matter how many years have passed, as long as the time is right, they will bring it up and attract everyone's attention.

They can't fail today, and they can't be asked to leave like this!

"Doctor Chonglou, do you know what you are doing?" The anger on Zhang Qi's face had disappeared, and he asked back with a serious face like all the reporters beside him. It was a simple sentence, but it was full of threats.

They are journalists, and the status of journalists is sometimes very humble, and it seems that everyone can scold and step on them, but everyone knows in their hearts what journalists represent. His behavior today is considered to be in opposition to all journalists.

As a journalist, whether out of helplessness or deliberate hype, who hasn't written some news just for hype? This is the way of survival for journalists. It goes without saying what will happen to Chonglou, who is against all journalists.

In the past, journalists and the media praised Chonglou. Firstly, Chonglou’s medical skills were worthy of praise, and secondly, Chonglou’s appearance and personality were both suitable for praise. They praised Chonglou with one hand, and they could also destroy him with the other hand!

Rumors are scary. No matter what the truth is, gossip can melt metal and destroy a person! "What do you think?" Chonglou's reaction was what everyone expected. He answered Zhang Qi's question nonchalantly and was indifferent to their threats.

What's wrong with being kind to everyone? What you get in return for being kind to others is malice from the whole world.

What does it matter if you are the enemy of the whole world, as long as you live freely and happily.

He is not afraid of danger, and he will not think about doing anything to prevent anyone from being in danger, because all that is useless.

What if it's dangerous? Just face it head on and fight back with all your might. The worst that can happen is death.

"I say?" Zhang Qi laughed in anger, "We all know that you are here to help Dr. Zhu Jin get out today, so have you ever asked her if she is willing for you to do this for her?" "What if she is willing, and what if she is not willing? What does her willingness have to do with me?" Chonglou also laughed, "She was bullied, and I still have to ask her if she is willing for me to help you vent your anger. If she says no, then I won't do it? Ridiculous, does she need to be willing for this kind of thing? I only know that this is what I should do and must do, as a man. "

"In your eyes, am I, Chonglou, not a man at all?" Chonglou looked at Zhang Qi with a sneer on his face, and watched with satisfaction as her expression changed again.

"Let's not talk about those useless things. Doctor Chonglou, you said we reported fake news. We must admit that we cannot guarantee that every piece of news we report is true." A reporter named Fan took over the conversation under Zhang Qi's angry eyes. "On the other hand, Doctor Chonglou, I would like to ask you a question. As a doctor, can you guarantee that you have never made a misdiagnosis and can you guarantee that you can cure every patient?"

"Oh, you mean, doctors and reporters are the same?" Chonglou's smile grew wider as he heard his words. The doctors and nurses behind him, who had always had helpless expressions, frowned as they heard his words.

How can you compare journalists with doctors?

"In my opinion, it's the same." Reporter Fan also smiled, "Because none of us are omnipotent."

"We are not omnipotent journalists and cannot guarantee the truth of every report, just like you doctors, no one can guarantee that you can cure every patient." Reporter Fan spoke in a gentle tone, but his words were aggressive. "If one day, you doctors can guarantee that every patient will be cured and not let patients die from illness, we journalists can also guarantee that every piece of news is true."

"I don't care whether the doctors in other hospitals can do it for now. I just want to ask Dr. Chonglou, can all the doctors in the Ocean Hospital do it?"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, Zhang Qi and others beside him were shocked. This was truly a Jedi counterattack!

The doctors and nurses present had very ugly expressions on their faces. As for the other reporters who were still in their seats and were not called by Chonglou to concentrate on filming, their expressions were much more interesting. They had all kinds of expressions, even including shame.

As for Chonglou, it is full of admiration.

Yes, admiration. Chonglou looked at reporter Fan with admiration, "Reporter Fan is so eloquent. I am... speechless."

Seeing Chonglou's admiration and answer, Reporter Fan and all the reporters instantly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, Chonglou looked at Puli standing aside and said, "So, according to you, in the future, as long as the doctors of our Ocean Hospital can cure one patient out of fifty, you reporters will understand it very well, right?"

"What? One patient was cured out of fifty?" Reporter Fan was caught off guard and asked reflexively, his expression uncontrollably as if he had seen a madman.

Chonglou looked at him leisurely and did not answer.

All the reporters' faces turned pale and blue like Pu Li and Zhang Qi, and their faces were distorted, but no one spoke to answer.

"What? You are speechless? Weren't you so righteous before?" Chonglou looked at their faces and sneered, "If one of our doctors really only saved one person out of fifty, would he still be alive? He would have been torn to pieces and eaten alive by you guys!"

"When others make the slightest mistake, you criticize them to pieces, as if they deserve to die immediately. And for you, it's understandable that only one out of fifty reports is true. You are so lenient with yourselves and strict with others, and you dare to say that doctors and journalists are the same?"

"Doctor Chonglou, don't generalize. Not every reporter reports fake news, and not every doctor can have a clear conscience." On the other side, someone in the silent group of reporters finally spoke up, "I don't agree with all of this reporter's ideas, but I do agree that, in essence, we reporters are the same as doctors, and we can't be omnipotent."

"In essence..." Chonglou seemed to be thinking about the reporter's words, "In essence... they are indeed the same. One thing is that they cannot be omnipotent, and another thing is also true."

"Doctors can kill or save people in a moment, and journalists can kill or save people in a moment. Doctors kill people tangibly, but journalists kill people intangibly. Every two years, there are news reports of people who commit suicide because they can't stand the pressure of the negative news. There are celebrities and ordinary people. Some deserve to die, but there are also many who are innocent."

"Faced with the tragedy caused by reporters, the reporters simply apologized with a few words and turned the page, continuing to create tragedy. I have seen too many such cases." Chonglou looked at the reporters one after another in front of him, and what came to his mind was the scene of Zhu Jin being surrounded and interrogated by reporters.

Chonglou turned his gaze to Zhang Qi and the others, "Zhu Jin has a good mental state. She didn't become mentally ill or commit suicide because of your false news and interrogation. She is lucky."

"Ordinary people think that going to jail is the most hopeless thing, but for Zhu Jin, ending up in jail is actually lucky."

Chonglou turned around and pointed at Zhang Qi and the others, looking at the reporter who had asked the question before, "I want to ask you, in the face of these good fortunes, should I express gratitude to them or remain indifferent?"

Under his gaze, the reporter lowered his head.

At this point, even though Zhang Qi and the others had countless rebuttals in their minds, they were unable to speak them out loud at this moment, because those words, just like what the reporter had said before, were just a perfect explanation of "speculation" and "nonsense".

They turned their attention to the unnamed reporters, thinking that since they were all in the same industry, facing such a situation, should they unite and all leave to resist Chonglou?

To their disappointment, except for a few young people who had just entered the industry, no one moved or spoke among their peers. They chose the option that was beneficial to them without hesitation.

They want to report news, and how could they miss such news now? At a time when Zhu Jin is about to be released from prison, how could they let go of such hot news that Chonglou helps Zhu Jin vent his anger.

Zhang Qi and others were finally asked to leave by the security guards. Chonglou looked at the reporters who stayed behind, and a flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

There were still crowds of people in front of the hospital, but no one was talking.

Before Zhu Jin was imprisoned, many people present participated in and watched those malicious reports and vicious comments. Later, when the truth came out, they simply changed their tune. No one apologized and no one cared because they were used to it.

During Zhu Jin's imprisonment, because of the movie "Historical Dynasty", the media and individuals who had previously criticized her changed their attitude drastically, and all the accusations turned into praises. They made the change without any pressure, as if none of the previous things had ever existed.

If Chonglou hadn't caused such a scene today, no one would have realized that during the six months that Zhu Jin had been in prison and was about to be released, they had never apologized or shown any remorse to Zhu Jin.

They could pretend it didn't exist and not be aware of it, but Chonglou couldn't, so he made such a fuss.

He was willing to destroy the future of more than a dozen journalists and go against the journalists and media just to vent his anger for Zhu Jin. He wanted to let these media and journalists remember that Zhu Jin was not someone they could mess with.

He didn't want to see or hear those rampant false reports linked to Zhu Jin.

The female supervisor who had already retreated sighed secretly at Chonglou's back, and finally couldn't help but step forward and whispered in Chonglou's ear, "Dean, you've let out your anger, so you should have a good communication with these reporters who stayed." It's not good to attract too many reporters' hatred! "What are you afraid of?" Chonglou asked without turning his head.

"What am I afraid of? I'm not afraid of anything... I'm afraid for you..." The female supervisor choked and immediately retorted, "What if you attract hatred and implicate Dr. Zhu Jin and put her in danger?"

"There is danger... Just resolve it. Otherwise, we can die together." Chonglou didn't care. After a pause, he added, "Of course, that's if we can get enough people to take the blame and we don't lose anything!"

"..." The female supervisor was speechless, "I've only heard of people dying for the sake of their loved ones, but I've never heard of someone like you..."

"Let them say what they want. I don't want to think about it. If I die, Zhu Jin will not be happy. It's better for us to die together..." Chonglou whispered.