Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1196 - 934: The Righteousness of the Editor-in-Chief_2

Chapter 1196: Chapter 934: The Righteousness of the Editor-in-Chief_2

Wang Changxin had returned this time for a health checkup with his wife. He made it a point to visit Sanbo Hospital for a checkup once a year and had booked a suite at the Overseas Chinese Building in advance.

Old Wang brought his wife to the Surgical Research Institute to see Sisi. They had repeatedly suggested to Sisi’s parents that they wanted to adopt her as their goddaughter, but Sisi’s parents previously had not agreed, tactfully rejecting Wang Changxin. Wang and his wife genuinely liked Sisi, so they persisted and maintained contact with Sisi and her parents, always paying close attention to her illness.

Old Wang had put on a lot of weight. His wife told Yang Ping that nowadays, Old Wang ran daily in Africa. Over time, not only had he become more robust, but his skin had also darkened, and his appetite had increased significantly. Old Wang and his wife asked the Head Nurse for help in hopes she could mediate and facilitate their wish to adopt Sisi as their goddaughter.

Old Wang’s business in Africa was growing larger; he had even established a private militia to protect his gold mines, and recently he acquired an iron mine reputed to have exceptionally high-quality ore. This guy was truly enjoying a streak of financial success.

After chatting with Yang Ping for a bit, Old Wang and his wife were set to check into the Overseas Chinese Building, and he planned to arrange a meal with the doctors and nurses of the Surgical Research Institute.

In the afternoon, when Yang Ping got off work, he noticed that Nie Shun’e and her husband had already pushed their Night Snack Cart onto the Sky Bridge, an area bustling with foot traffic due to the crossing. The bridge was wide, with a continuous flow of people.

The couple had already started hawking their wares. They could sell from six in the evening until midnight without any dip in the crowds. Nie Shun’e and her husband simply sold things like beef brisket and fish balls. As they were just setting up their stall, several customers had already begun to gather and make purchases.

The old man selling sweet potatoes was still at it—he typically started early in the morning and continued until eleven or twelve at night, eager to sell even just one more potato.

As they saw Yang Ping passing by, they immediately greeted him, thinking that Professor Yang probably wouldn’t eat street food, so they felt awkward offering him a bowl of beef tripe or anything else to join them.

Apart from the missing band, the Sky Bridge atmosphere was much the same as before. The antique seller, an old academic, hadn’t been around for months, and no one knew what had happened to him. Alongside them were the screen protectors, scalpers for specialist consultations, medical scalpers, fortune tellers—all were present, making for a lively scene.

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Wang Ge’s material was ready, and he planned to start with Teng Xinmei’s case, accusing Yang Ping of using patients for experiments, then revealing a shocking inside story. He would claim Yang Ping not only experimented on patients but also harvested their organs. A living example would be Nie Shun’e who had two kidneys before the surgery but only one afterward; a kidney had simply vanished.

Originally, Wang Ge had wanted to collaborate with Nie Shun’e and her husband, but they showed no interest whatsoever. Impervious to persuasion, Wang Ge had no choice but to proceed without them.

Whether Nie Shun’e cooperated or not didn’t really make a difference. Creating confusion and inverting right and wrong was Wang Ge’s forte.

The gist of the article about Nie Shun’e was that Yang Ping had operated on her, and afterward, Nie Shun’e discovered she was missing a kidney. Then, step by step, the article would unveil the scandal of Yang Ping stealing Nie Shun’e’s kidney—an eye-catching story indeed.

Indeed, this was Wang Ge’s specialty; all that mattered to him was the sensational impact, with no concern for truthfulness. If there was no real story, he’d fabricate one—what was so hard about that? He had done it before, not just once. Each time increased his fame, and with it, his professional titles. There hadn’t been any repercussions. If it weren’t for Zhu Cheng, that stubborn mule, fixating on him, Wang Ge felt he would have been in the clear, probably sitting in a spacious office with air conditioning, sipping coffee, and wielding his pen.

He showed the article to Ikuta Takashi, who was effusive in praising Wang Ge’s writing.

As long as Yang Ping was brought down, Director Zhu would be easy to handle. One by one, none would escape, Wang Ge was confident of this.

Wang Ge took the article to an editor-in-chief of a well-known newspaper, an old friend with whom he often collaborated.

But when the editor received the article, his face darkened, his expression grim, "You wrote this about Yang Ping from Sanbo Hospital?"

"Yes, the director of Sanbo Hospital Surgery Research Institute, Yang Ping," Wang Ge confirmed confidently—definitely him.

Without responding, the editor quickly stuffed the manuscript back into Wang Ge’s hands, saying, "You better leave. This piece cannot be published, definitely not."

"Can’t be published? But before—" Wang Ge expressed surprise, taken aback by the sudden change, his friend seemed like a different person, so timorous all of a sudden.

The editor spoke with moral conviction, "Wang Ge, the first principle of journalism is truthfulness. Your article is completely fabricated, without any factual basis. No matter how good our relationship is, we cannot publish this."

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Wang Ge didn’t understand, why was it made to look so real? In the past, wasn’t it all about turning a blind eye, no questions asked, as long as the news made an impact, regardless of what the articles were about? It was just about a doctor, not some powerful figure.

Maybe it was because he was no longer at the newspaper, something wasn’t right.

Wang Ge smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Send out this article for me, one million, and you can pay half upfront as a deposit."

Wang Ge couldn’t be bothered with secrecy, straightforwardly throwing out a million.

The chief editor sneered, "Do you think you can buy my principles with money? Let me tell you, Wang Ge, you better leave now. We’re still colleagues from the past, and I have always strictly adhered to journalistic ethics. If your article is true, truly speaks for the people, I don’t want a penny, and I’ll recommend it for immediate, urgent publication. But now you disregard the journalist’s fundamental principle of truth and fabricate stories here; I will never allow that to happen."

"It’s not—like before—" Wang Ge thought to himself, what an act.

The chief editor cut him off, "Like before what? I have always stuck to the professional principles of a journalist, whether in the past or now, and I absolutely forbid anything against the conscience of a journalist. As long as I hold the position of chief editor, your kind of article will definitely not be published."

Wang Ge was completely dumbfounded. Was this really Editor Qin? How come he was so filled with righteousness? He used to not be like this, used to be such a smooth operator.

"Do you think it’s not enough?" Wang Ge asked directly.

The chief editor was furious, "This is not about the money, it’s about conscience, professional ethics, social responsibility. Is it about money? You better leave now, or I’ll call security."

Call security?

No, what is actually going on?

A few days ago we were still talking on the phone, mentioning that the newspaper’s sales were down, asking if there was any sensational news to help out, and now I bring the news, but what’s with this attitude? Did whiskey ruin his brain?

The chief editor made a show of standing up, "Gentlemen, I have an important meeting to attend to shortly, Xiao Wang, please show them out."

Wang Jian had no choice but to push a very confused Wang Ge towards the door. All the while, Wang Ge couldn’t fathom what was going on with the chief editor today. He picked up his phone to send a WeChat message, damn, even WeChat was blocked, that harsh? Where could he have offended him, was it the way he entered the door?

Wasn’t that phone call a few days ago quite warm, asking him to help make a sensational article?

If you don’t want to publish it, then don’t. It’s the era of the internet now, there are so many websites and self-media platforms. With a little money for traffic, why worry about not becoming popular? Wang Ge left in a huff.

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To deal with Wang Ge, Director Zhu personally took charge, getting Huang Jiacai to help would be an underutilization of resources, and President Huang had bigger fish to fry now.

Huang Jiacai instructed Director Zhu: to deal with this kind of person, never be soft-hearted, and go all out to take him down.

Director Zhu also felt that it was time to settle scores with him. When he donated blood to save Wang Ge, his thoughts were simple—if he could turn over a new leaf and start anew, then he should be saved. But if he continued to make mistakes, consistently doing things that were morally bankrupt and unconscionable, he should also be allowed to live, to live and face the punishment he deserved. And now, it was time for him to receive his punishment.

The Zhu Cheng of today was no longer the Zhu Cheng of the past. He had used various means over this period of time to collect a large amount of intelligence, especially the intelligence on Wang Ge’s dealings with the Japanese, which he had firmly in his grasp.