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After the reporter finished asking the question, he stared at Stankang with his big, shining eyes.

Qin Xun sighed quietly.

You are the only one who is smart!

You are the only one who talks a lot!

The dean frowned, a little dissatisfied.

This reporter is so rude!

If Stankang was really kidnapped by robbers, who performed the surgery?

It can't be a robber, right?

If a robber has such good skills, why should he be a robber?

Isn't it good to be a surgeon?

Stankang looked at the people under the stage and saw that they were all staring at him with their heads raised, a smile on their face, his right hand on his heart, and he said with reverence.

"This is an operation with a success rate of only 3%."

"Whoever can complete such an operation perfectly will be honored."

"I really hope that I made it myself."

"But Wo knows that Wo can't do it, at least not to that complete level."

"Don't you dare covet God's handiwork!"

"This will bring about divine punishment!"

As he spoke, his face became a little excited and his eyes became moist.

"This is a miracle!"

“That’s what only God can do.”

Speaking of the latter part, he said with a smile on his face but a cry in his voice.

"Oh, mygod!"

He knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, put down the phone, and began to pray again.

It seems that he doesn’t plan to accept any more interviews from reporters!

Off stage.

The reporters were quiet for a moment, and then immediately directed their fire at the other big shot above - Qin Xun.

a reporter shouted.

"Mr. Qin, first of all, congratulations on once again saving a life and a family."

"From kneeling down to save a girl, to raising money for surgery for the sister of an Internet celebrity, and now contacting a doctor to perform surgery on the school beauty of Beijing University."

"You have now saved three lives, and some people on the Internet have ridiculed you as an Internet Living Buddha."

"How do you feel now?"

The dean had already picked up the microphone from the ground and handed it to him.

Qin Xun held the microphone and looked at the large and small cameras below, feeling helpless.

Saying some high-sounding words is not his strong suit.

But looking at those expectant eyes, he knew he had to say something.

He picked up the phone, put it to his mouth, and said with a smile.

"Internet Living Buddha?"

“Thank you netizens for your compliments!”

"Wo... I really deserve it. After all, I believe Kato Ohki has the right to say what my specific virtues are."

"You don't dare to be a living Buddha!"

Off stage.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and scenes of classic scenes appeared in their minds.

Qin Xun spat in Kato Daiki's face!

Qin Xun grabbed Kato Ohmu's feet and spun them around.

Qin Xun hit Kato Daiki with an iron mountain and knocked him into the ICU.

Then, there was a burst of laughter from off the stage.

Live broadcast rooms of various Internet celebrities.

The barrage flew up.

[Kato Oki is so miserable, even though he is disabled, Qin Cue will come up to him as a entertainer! 】

[Kato Oki: Are you polite? Are you polite? Are you polite? 】

[There are many ways to insult people, but he chose to do this the trickiest way! 】

【Living Buddha? Is this the fucking King of Hell? 】

[Of course Qin Xun’s friends regard him as Buddha, but Qin Xun’s enemies regard him as Shura! 】

【Wow ha ha ha ha! Killing me! The reporter has been laying the groundwork for you for so long, just to make you show off, not to make you funny. 】

[He is so down-to-earth that I often overlook that he is a big shot! 】

[I often even forget that he is a person! 】

……

Off stage.

Another reporter raised his hand to ask a question.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Stankang just told a story about God, which is really absurd."

"Say a rude word and make people feel that his mental state is not normal, just like your behavior in the Octagon."

"Is it because you invited him to read your "Fatal ID" script?"

"You said before that this is a story about mental illness."

After saying that, there was a burst of laughter from below.

Because Qin Xun did not act big-name and was down-to-earth, the reporters felt relaxed when facing Qin Xun and also made some witty remarks.

Qin Xun felt a little happy when he heard the reporter's question.

Hey!

This reporter’s problem is the same one we paid for.

I also know how to mention "Fatal ID", which saves a lot of marketing expenses, which can be saved to wash my feet.

I have to give a more exciting answer so that the live broadcast clips of Internet celebrities about this section can be spread more widely.

You can also save a lot of marketing fees, and the savings can be used to wash your feet more times.

Qin Xun looked at the reporter with a smile and said softly.

"Dr. Stankang's words and actions just now are indeed a bit absurd, but I believe he must have encountered something supernatural."

"This is indeed somewhat similar to part of the plot of "Fatal ID"."

At this point, he paused briefly and continued.

"But I can totally understand it. After all, humans always pray for divine power when faced with unsolvable dilemmas."

"Mr. Stancom believes in God, so he thinks God helped him."

"Give him the hand of God!"

The reporter looked at Qin Xun and asked again.

"So...Mr. Qin, do you also think that the man who performed the surgery in Stankang's mouth is God?"

Qin Xun smiled and shook his head.

"The people of the beautiful country believe in God, but the most fundamental belief of the people of the dragon country is... their ancestors."

"So, in times of danger."

"They'd say 'ohmygod!'"

"And we're like 'Oh my God!'"

He paused, took a step forward, held the microphone in his left hand, and slowly raised his right hand to point at the reporter with his palm.

"So... according to Dr. Stankang's account, the god who performed the surgery may be your ancestor!"

The reporter was startled.

???

After a while, the reporter smiled and said.

"I understand!"

"This 3% survival probability must be blessed by the gods."

"It can be Stan Kang's God, or it can be my ancestors!"

Qin Xun smiled and nodded.

No wonder people can become reporters!

This understanding is superb!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Xun pointed to another reporter with a smile.

"He might also be your ancestor!"

The reporter said hurriedly with a surprised smile on his face.

"I wish my ancestors were so powerful!"

Qin Xun glanced at everyone and pointed at them one by one.

"He might also be your ancestor!"

"It's your ancestor!"

"It's your ancestor!"

"It's your ancestor!"

……

The reporters and Internet celebrities who were pointed out by Qin Xun all showed happy smiles, feeling proud of having such an ancestor.

Song Ying stood on tiptoe and looked at Qin Xun on the stage, a little disappointed in her eyes.

Brother Qin Xun's eyes clearly glanced at me just now. Why didn't he say he was my ancestor?

Is it because my dad almost bought Mi Xi'er's first night?

But I have always helped you, brother Qin Xun!

Alas...it was a wrong payment after all!

on the stage.

With a gentle and firm smile like a priest on his face, Qin Xun waved his hands and raised them toward the sky, shouting.

"The ancestor of all of you!"

There was a roar of applause from under the stage!

We are all proud to have such a powerful ancestor!

……

Hospital monitoring room.

The surveillance footage in the corridor of Stan Kang's office was played at 16 times magnification.

Xia Ning had a cold face and looked at Qin Xun in the live broadcast room with her mobile phone, her heart skipping a beat.

Qin Xun, why do you say that the person who performed the surgery is their ancestor?

Still so arrogant?

Could it be that you really did this surgery?