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

Chapter 39 A Day of Citywide "Eating Shit"

In the backyard of Renxin Pharmacy, an experiment worthy of being recorded in the history of biological weapons is currently underway.

Three large black vats were lined up in a row, filled with "aged brine" scavenged from stinky tofu stalls all over the city.

The smell was rich, intense, and went straight to the top of your head, as if ten thousand unwashed socks had been fermenting inside for five hundred years.

Even the usually composed Wang Minyu was now wearing two masks and a pair of goggles.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na were fully equipped, wearing disposable raincoats and holding long-handled spoons, adding the medicinal powder prepared by Wang Minyu into the jar—ran pu, turmeric, borneol, and a black powder called "Netherworld Grass" that could be redeemed from the system shop.

"Senior brother," Zhao Na's voice was muffled behind her mask, trembling with tears, "I feel like I'm going to go blind. This smell is burning my eyes."

"Hang in there." Li Siyuan stirred while dry heaving. "The Compendium of Materia Medica says that putrid water can cure all poisons. Dr. Wang's line of thinking... ugh... although wild, is theoretically... ugh... plausible."

Just then, a commotion arose in the front hall.

"Help! Doctor! Please save my son!"

An older woman carrying a young man in his twenties rushed in.

The young man's face was ashen, his breathing was weak, and he did not respond no matter how much they pinched his philtrum; he had clearly entered a deep coma.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight more family members carried the patient in.

These patients all had the same symptoms: deep coma, unable to be woken up, and faint gray spots beginning to appear on their bodies.

That's a sign that mycotoxins have entered the bloodstream.

Wang Minyu's eyes sharpened.

The condition worsened faster than expected.

"Move him to a well-ventilated area in the backyard!" Wang Minyu directed. "Siyuan, Zhao Na, apply the medicine!"

"Huh? You're really drinking it?" Zhao Na's hands trembled as she looked at the dark liquid bubbling with strange bubbles.

"If you don't want them to die, hurry up!" Wang Minyu said sternly. "This is the only antidote. Mold thrives in damp conditions and dislikes dryness. This brine has undergone special fermentation, and combined with my medicinal powder, it is an extremely dry substance. Only it can break down the mycelium in their brains."

The first bowl of "specially made energizing soup" was served to the unconscious young man.

As the smell approached, the young man, who had been unconscious, instinctively twitched his eyebrows.

"Pour!"

Li Siyuan gritted his teeth, pried open the young man's mouth, and forced half a bowl of black water down his throat.

Everyone held their breath and waited.

One second, two seconds...

Suddenly, the young man's chest heaved violently, and a growl like that of a dying wild animal escaped his throat: "Ugh—!!!"

He sat up abruptly, his eyes bulging as if he were seeing hell.

Immediately afterwards, he began to cough violently, coughing up a large amount of grayish-green phlegm.

As he spat out the phlegm, the bluish-gray color on his face quickly faded, and although his eyes were filled with fear, they regained their clarity.

"Mom..." the young man cried, "Did I just eat shit? Why does my mouth smell so bad?"

"He's alive! He's really alive!" The woman cried tears of joy, completely ignoring the taste in her son's mouth, and hugged him as she cried.

With the first successful case, the rest is easy.

A strange scene unfolded at the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy.

The once lifeless street was awakened by a terrible stench.

Countless family members lined up, pinching their noses, as if they were going to an execution ground, and poured bowls of black water down the throats of their loved ones.

"vomit--"

"Cough cough cough—"

"I won't drink it! What kind of biological weapon is this?!"

The sounds of vomiting and screams rose and fell, becoming the clarion call for the city's recovery.

Just then, Zhang Wei arrived again with a team of reporters and police.

"Stop! What are you all doing?!" Zhang Wei, wearing a gas mask, said in a muffled voice, "Wang Minyu! You actually openly fed this...this filth to a patient! This is murder! Officers, arrest him immediately!"

The reporters' cameras were pointed at the large vats, and the flashbulbs went off like crazy.

The headline "Wang Minyu suspected of poisoning citizens with unidentified liquid" had already formed in their minds.

Before Wang Minyu could even speak after taking off his goggles, the young man who had just been revived suddenly jumped up.

"Murder my ass!" The young man's mouth was foul, but his voice was full of energy. "I just saw my great-grandmother waving at me, and it was this bowl... this bowl of soup that brought me back! This doctor is a miracle worker!"

"Yes! We're awake too!"

"Although the taste is a bit strong, the effect is undeniable!"

"Who is this expert? I went to the hospital just now, waited in line for two hours, and couldn't even get a number. They told us to go home and drink more hot water!"

The eyes of the masses are discerning, and their noses are sensitive.

The cured patients spontaneously formed a wall, keeping Zhang Wei and the police outside.

Zhang Wei was dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand why these people, after drinking something that stank worse than sewers, were all so energetic, and even the gray spots on their faces had faded.

Wang Minyu walked through the crowd and stood in front of Zhang Wei.

"Director Zhang," Wang Minyu pointed to the vat of brine, "would you like a bowl? I see your forehead is dark and there's a bluish tinge under your eyes, which are also signs of dampness and toxins entering your body. It's not too late to drink it now, no need to queue, I'll give you a 20% discount."

"You...you..." Zhang Wei was so angry that he trembled all over. He was about to retort when he suddenly felt dizzy and his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were made of lead.

That was the result of him spending too much time in a moldy environment and not wearing his protective suit properly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the director, who was determined to expose fraud, rolled his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

The scene was deathly silent.

Wang Minyu sighed and waved his hand: "Siyuan, serve Director Zhang a bowl. Remember, more for the same price, as a sign of respect for his academic rigor."

"Alright!" Li Siyuan excitedly scooped up a full spoonful, which was the thickest part that had sunk to the bottom.

As the "extra-sized" bowl of food was poured into Zhang Wei's mouth, the numbers on the system panel began to jump wildly.

[Emotional value +5000 (from Zhang Wei's despair)]

[Emotional value +10000 (from the shock of the onlookers)]

[Emotional Value +20000 (from the gratitude and psychological trauma of those healed throughout the city)]

On this day, Changxiang City was shrouded in an indescribable smell.

But many years later, this scent was affectionately called by the locals "the aroma of life".

Behind the counter of Renxin Pharmacy, Wang Minyu looked at the icon that had just lit up in the system shop—[Basic Repair Fluid]—and a satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips.

"The chives are growing very well."