If you don't want treatment, get out! This doctor has a terrible temper.

Chapter 33 Your Brain Needs Formatting

When Lin Zhou returned to Renxin Pharmacy, he was still in a daze, feeling like it was all a dream.

He felt as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, and everything around him was both familiar and strange.

Inside the shop, Wang Minyu was sitting in the "Truth Chair," resting with his eyes closed.

Beside her, Shen Jia, the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family, was still huddled on a small stool like a quail, but her eyes were no longer fixed on her toes. Instead, she would occasionally look up and secretly glance at the shop's furnishings and the patients coming and going.

Seeing Lin Zhou enter, Wang Minyu slowly opened his eyes: "You're back?"

"Dr. Wang... Dr. Wang." Lin Zhou walked to the counter, his voice still a little hoarse, a lingering effect of overusing his voice during the argument earlier. "I... I think I'm really better."

"It's not 'seems like,' it's already healed." Wang Minyu pointed to his ear. "Your problem was never an organic lesion in your ear. It was a bug in the 'sound filter' in your brain. When I asked you to argue, I was using a high-priority task to force a restart of this 'filter.' Now that it's back to factory settings, it's naturally fine."

Lin Zhou only vaguely understood what Wang Minyu was saying, but he knew that Wang Minyu was right.

The auditory hallucinations and tinnitus that tormented him so much had truly disappeared.

"Then... will it recur in the future?" he asked cautiously.

"It's up to you." Wang Minyu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "The root of your problem is 'fear.' Deep down, you have an extreme fear of a certain voice. This argument has made you experience the power of 'anger.' In the future, if you encounter something that frightens you, don't back down. Either fight back, or go to the market and find someone to argue with. Remember, anger is the best cure."

Lin Zhou nodded thoughtfully.

He remembered that failed recording, that voice he never wanted to hear again.

Perhaps he really should learn to be angry.

"Thank you, Dr. Wang." Lin Zhou took a thick envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the counter. "This is 30,000 yuan for the consultation. You saved my life."

Wang Minyu glanced at the envelope and confiscated it: "No rush. There's still one more course of treatment."

"Huh? There's more?"

"Yes." Wang Minyu stood up and grabbed a few herbs from the medicine cabinet: jujube seed, cypress seed, polygala root, and poria cocos.

"You've been suffering from chronic insomnia, which has severely depleted your mental energy. These herbs are for calming your nerves. Go home, boil them in water, and drink them for a week." He wrapped up the herbs and handed them to Lin Zhou. "The medicine costs three hundred. When you can finally sleep soundly until you naturally wake up, come back and give me the thirty thousand."

Lin Zhou took the medicine packet and looked at Wang Minyu's young yet profound face, his heart filled with gratitude and awe.

This doctor has unconventional methods of treating illnesses, but his heart is warm.

After Lin Zhou left, the shop returned to its usual quiet.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, holding the recorded video, approached Wang Minyu with eager expressions.

"Dr. Wang, your 'street cursing therapy' is absolutely amazing!" Li Siyuan rubbed his hands excitedly. "In traditional Chinese medicine, to which category does this fall? Is it 'overcoming emotions with emotions,' or 'shifting emotions and changing one's nature'?"

"This is called 'practice makes perfect'." Wang Minyu was too lazy to waste time with their pedantry. "You two, today's internship report is 'On the Clinical Application of Arguing in the Vegetable Market in the Treatment of Hyperacusis,' 3,000 words, and hand it in to me tomorrow."

"Huh?" The two were dumbfounded again.

If their supervisor, Professor Yang, saw this thesis title, wouldn't he break their legs?

"If you can't write it, go fry another bag of apples." Wang Minyu didn't give them a chance to bargain.

Just then, the light at the doorway dimmed again.

A man wearing a wrinkled Armani suit and with hair as messy as a bird's nest rushed in, carrying a red and white Little Tyrant learning machine.

It was none other than the famous director Zhang Yimou who had come to him for medical treatment a few days earlier.

"Dr. Wang! I beat it! I fucking beat it!" Zhang Yimou slammed the Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese game console) on the counter, his whole body pounding with excitement as if he'd just won an Oscar. "Two days and two nights! I didn't even close my eyes! I finally beat it with my life on the line!"

He looked disheveled, with bloodshot eyes and a scruffy beard, but his spirits were unusually high.

"Have you cleared your mind?" Wang Minyu asked.

"Empty! Emptyer than my wallet!" Zhang Yimou slapped his thigh. "After finishing the last level, I passed out. When I woke up, the whole world felt different! All those messy scenes, lines, and budgets in my head were gone! Then, inspiration poured out like a flood! I rewrote the script in two hours! Dr. Wang, you're like a second parent to me!"

He pulled a black card from his pocket and slipped it into Wang Minyu's hand: "Dr. Wang, this is a small token of my appreciation! The PIN is six eights! Feel free to swipe it!"

Wang Minyu didn't take the card, but just glanced at him indifferently: "Once you've finished revising the script, go back and shoot your movie. Don't delay my business here."

"No, no, no, this is more important than making a movie!" Zhang Yimou slammed the revised script on the table, his face full of enthusiasm. "Dr. Wang, I still want to ask you to be my chief medical consultant! I've decided, this movie will be called 'The Eccentric Doctor Wang Minyu'! I want to film your story exactly as it is!"

"I told you, I'm not interested." Wang Minyu frowned.

"Dr. Wang, please let me finish!" Zhang Yimou said urgently. "I'm not going to film those outrageous treatments; I'm going to film your 'way' of healing! You're right, those methods won't pass censorship. But your philosophy of 'treating the mind before the body, saving the soul before the body' is the true essence of traditional Chinese medicine! I want to film that!"

He pointed to his head: "When I used to make movies, I was always thinking about how to show off my skills, how to win awards, and how to please the audience and the capital. I saw myself as a high-level craftsman. It was you who made me realize that a true director should be a 'soul catcher.' You cured my illness and also awakened my 'path'!"

These words were spoken with great passion and enthusiasm, which made Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, who were standing next to him, feel their blood boil.

Wang Minyu looked into Zhang Yimou's eyes, which were burning with the flame of creation, and remained silent for a moment.

"Alright," he relented. "I can be a consultant. But the movie can't be called 'The Eccentric Doctor Wang Minyu,' it's too cliché. Besides, I'll only provide medical case studies and theoretical support; I won't participate in filming or give interviews."

"No problem! No problem!" Zhang Yimou was overjoyed. "Then can you suggest a title?"

Wang Minyu thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'The Great Physician Without Form'."

"Great! Great name!" Zhang Yimou praised repeatedly. "And... that 10% box office revenue share..."

"Give me the contract, I'll sign it." Wang Minyu said decisively.

Having secured Zhang Yimou's approval, Wang Minyu felt he was one step closer to his dream of creating a "traditional Chinese medicine health and wellness street."

In a good mood, he unusually said to Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, "You two did a great job today. Dinner is on me, let's go out for hot pot."

The two were flattered and nodded repeatedly.

In the evening, at a famous old-established hot pot restaurant in Changxiang City.

The red oil in the hot pot was bubbling away, with tripe and beef aorta bobbing up and down inside.

Wang Minyu, Li Siyuan, Zhao Na, and Boss Liu, who had been brought in as a driver, sat around a table.

"Dr. Wang, let me toast you!" Li Siyuan raised a glass of plum juice, his face full of respect. "After seeing how you treated those two patients today, I finally understand what it means to say, 'The best doctors govern the country, the average doctors treat people, and the worst doctors treat diseases.' What we learned in school before only covered the 'worst doctors.'"

"Stop flattering me." Wang Minyu picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the oil sauce, and said, "You guys aren't even 'lower-level doctors' yet, you're at most 'medical students'."

Zhao Na mustered her courage and raised her glass: "Dr. Wang, I also want to toast you. I apologize for my previous ignorance and offense. From today onwards, I will definitely learn from you, even if it means... collecting scrap every day."

Wang Minyu glanced at her, said nothing, and simply drank the plum juice in his cup.

Just as the atmosphere was peaceful, a commotion broke out at the next table.

"Drink up! Young Master Li, it's your birthday today, you have to finish this!"

"Exactly! Not drinking is disrespecting us!"

Several young people dressed in flashy clothes were making a fuss around a boy wearing a white T-shirt.

The boy named "Young Master Li" was handsome, but his face was somewhat pale.

A row of depth charges lay before him, his face etched with embarrassment.

"Brothers, I...I really can't drink anymore, I'm allergic to alcohol," the boy said softly.

"Allergies? Allergies are nothing! What man can't drink? Are you looking down on us brothers?" A blond-haired guy slammed his fist on the table and yelled.

Wang Minyu paused for a moment. He glanced at the boy, and the system panel popped up silently.

[Patient: Li Haoran, 22 years old, a student majoring in finance at Changxiang University.]

[Disease: Congenital acetaldehyde dehydrogenase 2 (ALDH2) gene defect.]

[Current Status: Excessive alcohol consumption has occurred, acetaldehyde levels in the body are severely elevated, and the individual is on the verge of shock.]

Wang Minyu frowned.

This is no longer a simple allergy; it could be fatal.