Chapter 877 You have violated the child's privacy
It's called a press conference.
But it is different from previous press conferences.
The meeting is scheduled for 6 a.m. and will last for two hours.
The venue was arranged in the open space in front of the Chinese Medicine Hospital building. The place was very large and there were a lot of people coming, including not only media reporters, but also patients who had been waiting for treatment that day.
Bian Zhi hadn't been seeing patients for a while, and the patients were all waiting, so when the reporter arrived with the equipment, the front row seats were already occupied by a bunch of patients.
"Hey, big brother, can you please move aside? We're reporters covering the interview. If you're just here to listen, there's no need to sit so far up front. Could you please give me a seat?"
The reporter had just finished speaking when dozens of patients in front of them turned their heads in unison.
The big brother immediately asked, "Which media outlet are you from?"
The reporter smiled and held up his work badge: "Reuters."
The eldest brother sneered when he heard this, and then he said "Pah!" fiercely, "Reuters! How dare you say Reuters! I think your family is the worst at talking nonsense! What do you mean by unworthy of being a doctor? What do you mean by concealing the facts? Do you even know what the truth is?! You just keep talking nonsense!"
The reporter was confused. "Hey, how can you say that? We are reporting our own news. How can you say we are talking nonsense?"
"I'm talking to you! Reporters like you who just talk without any investigation and mislead the public!" One of the old men stood up and said in a booming voice, "I'm telling you, we're here to check on President Bian. If you dare to talk nonsense again today, President Bian may be soft-hearted, but we are not! You'll get in alive, but you'll get out dead!"
"Hey—fuck! You old bastard, who are you arguing with?" With so many people present, the reporter lost face and his temper flared up. Just as he was about to walk up to the old man and argue, someone else came up and grabbed the reporter by the collar. "What are you arguing with? Who are you arguing with? What the hell! Who are you arguing with? I'm arguing with you!"
The reporter shook the flesh on his face and was about to swear, but when he saw who it was, he was stunned.
"Bu-Bullmaster...w-why are you here?!"
"Tell me why! The old immortal you just mentioned is my grandfather. Come on, tell me who you are bullying!"
The reporter immediately became intimidated, shrank his neck, and retreated back into the group of reporters with a wry smile on his face.
"Hehe, you're unlucky, aren't you? I just told you that this one is different from others, but you didn't believe me. Now look what happened, you're embarrassed, aren't you?" The cameraman said slowly.
The reporter was unconvinced and lowered his voice, "I did that for the good of our company. Besides, what's the difference? He's just a Chinese medicine doctor. If you ask me, these people who come here can't just be delaying, right?"
The cameraman smiled and said, "Not really."
The reporter looked at the camera in surprise.
The cameraman pointed at an old man in the crowd. "Hey, my father-in-law, do you know why I'm wearing a mask today? Yesterday, my family found out that the Chinese Medicine Hospital was holding a press conference today, so the old man asked my wife if I was in charge of Reuters' filming today. I quickly said no, and the old man's face looked better. I'm telling you, be careful when you ask questions later. I know you want to rely on journalism to get a job, but this Bian Zhi has a lot of patients and she has an excellent reputation. Who can live a lifetime without getting sick? The old men and women she handles are of high status. If I told you about it, it would scare you to death. So, let's not make trouble. Today, we should quit while we are ahead."
As we were talking, the time was up.
Bian Zhi came on stage.
The reporter looked at the thin girl sitting on the stage with dissatisfaction on his face.
How could the profession of journalist be no more noble than that of traditional Chinese medicine?
Humph, he just doesn't believe it!
Bian Zhi sat down and looked at the time. She didn't seem to have prepared a special host, and the entire reception process was very simple.
"I'm a doctor, so I don't engage in entertainment industry stuff. I called you all here mainly to make an announcement. I won't take up too much of your time. After this reception, I still have to continue seeing patients. There have been a lot of rumors about the child recently. I originally thought that the child's condition should be announced to the public by her family.
However, the child's family disappeared after abandoning the child. I'm taking this opportunity to inform the family that the child is receiving active treatment. I believe that not only does our doctors need to work hard, but the family's care and companionship is also needed. I once again urge the child's family to come forward as soon as possible. If they continue to fail to appear, the police will report the relevant personnel for abandonment. I believe that this outcome is not what everyone wants to see."
The Reuters reporter raised his hand at this moment and asked, "Can you tell us about the child's current condition?"
Bian Zhi: "He is being treated."
Reuters reporter, "Can we see the child? After all, the child is still young, and no one knows whether he has received effective treatment. This requires our public attention."
Bian Zhi smiled, confused as to where this reporter's hostility came from so early in the morning. However, she didn't hold back and asked, "Are you a doctor? How do you determine whether a child's treatment is effective? Just your eyes? Are your eyes more powerful than the hospital's equipment?"
This question left the reporter confused.
"Please leave professional matters to professionals." As soon as Bian Zhi finished speaking, applause rang out from the patients present.
The Reuters cameraman tugged at the reporter's coat and said, "Oh my god, stop talking! My father-in-law has noticed me. If you're deliberately leading me on, I'll be dead. Haven't you seen how protective these patients are of Bian Zhi? In the eyes of the patients, they are national treasures. You've already stopped."
In fact, everyone can see this matter very clearly.
Someone with ulterior motives abandoned the child at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, hoping that the hospital would treat him for free. A week has passed, and the hospital is still taking care of the child. I heard that the hospital has paid more than 100,000 yuan in medical expenses, which is quite good.
But some people think that as a doctor, curing diseases and saving lives is what you should do.
That's what this stupid reporter thinks.
He pulled his shirt out of the cameraman's hands. No one else asked, but he did, and he suddenly felt heroic. "Since you're a professional, I'd like to ask, when will the child's illness be cured?"
Bian Zhi: "Control of the condition depends on its progression. Even though I'm a doctor, I can only guarantee my best efforts, but I can't guarantee a patient's recovery within a certain timeframe. After all, this child's condition is indeed very complicated, and it's currently under control. Also, I want to remind this reporter," Bian Zhi said without hesitation, "a patient's condition is private. Although this is just a child, I want to inform you that you have violated their privacy."
After he finished speaking, the reporter clearly saw the minister and his father in front of him turn their heads to look at him, with displeasure in their eyes.
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