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

Chapter 117 Using an LV Bag as a Trash Bag

After returning from the Grand Hyatt Hotel, Renxin Pharmacy was enveloped in an eerie atmosphere of low spirits.

It's not because we lost, it's because we won.

That day, the instant fame at the venue propelled "Wang's Awakening Stinky Brine" to the top of the urban legend list in Changxiang City.

Every day, overly curious online celebrities peek out the door, trying to taste the legendary "one bite reveals the true flavor of Tai milk".

Pierre was squatting on the threshold of the backyard, holding a large green onion in his hand, looking at the sky with a melancholy gaze.

"I'm a Michelin three-star chef, an artist of molecular gastronomy..." he muttered to himself, "Why does everyone call me 'that shit-cooking guy' now?"

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na were wiping the floor while wearing gas masks.

Ever since Guanshan brought the jar back that day, the smell has been like something stuck in a crack in the wall, impossible to wipe away no matter what.

"Master, shouldn't we install a fresh air system?" Li Siyuan asked in a muffled voice. "Yesterday, Mr. Wu next door said that the mosquitoes in his shop were so affected by the fumes that they could only fly in a straight line."

Wang Minyu lay on the rocking chair behind the counter, a book titled "Postpartum Care of Sows" covering his face, and said in a lazy voice, "This is called a brand moat. From now on, those old folks who just want to come and enjoy the air conditioning will have to think twice before they even smell it."

Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang.

The person who came in was strange.

On a sweltering day, this person was wearing a bespoke three-piece suit, a Hermès scarf around their neck, and a handkerchief embroidered with lace in their hand, which they were tightly covering their nose.

The first thing he did upon entering the room wasn't to register, but to take a deep breath.

Then, a look of extreme disappointment appeared on his well-maintained face.

"I still can't smell it." The man slumped down, his voice filled with despair. "Even the legendary stench that can kill a person, I can't smell it."

Wang Minyu took the book off his face and glanced at the other person.

【System scanning...】

Name: Lin Xiang

[Occupation: International perfumer, nicknamed "Golden Nose"]

[Symptoms: Severe functional anosmia, psychogenic olfactory blockade]

[Cause: A mishap at a perfume launch event triggered a psychological defense mechanism, causing the user to actively block out all scents.]

"Mr. Lin, right?" Wang Minyu sat up straight and pointed to the "truth chair" opposite him. "Registration fee is two hundred, chair fee is separate."

Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting to be recognized.

He sat down with a wry smile: "Since Dr. Wang recognized me, he should know how much my nose is worth. As long as it can be cured, you can name your fee."

"It's not about the money." Wang Minyu poured a glass of water and pushed it towards him. "Your nose isn't broken, it's 'on strike.' Just like Pierre, if someone forced him to cook instant noodles every day, he would also 'lose his sense of taste.'"

Pierre, who was pulling up onions in the backyard, sneezed.

"What should I do?" Lin Xiang asked anxiously. "I've seen all kinds of Western doctors, tried hormones and surgery, but nothing works."

Wang Minyu didn't answer directly, but turned around and shouted, "Guan Shan, go open the lid of that jar containing the braising liquid and stir it three times with a spoon."

A few minutes later, a visible green scent wafted out from the backyard.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na skillfully held their breath, while Su Qing put on her goggles with a blank expression.

Lin Xiang, however, sat there, looking completely bewildered.

"Can you smell it?" Wang Minyu asked.

"No." Lin Xiang shook her head, her expression desolate. "Is there... anything in the air?"

"In that case," Wang Minyu sighed, taking a small, sealed glass bottle from the drawer.

The bottle contained a dried, purplish-red plant root, the rootlet of the mutated variety, "Fiery Ginger," harvested last time.

"This is a course of treatment." Wang Minyu handed him the bottle. "Go back and grind it into powder, mix it with the smelliest can of herring, and smell it for ten minutes each morning and evening. Remember, you have to focus on feeling that urge to vomit."

Lin Xiang looked at the small bottle with a doubtful expression: "This...can this really work? This isn't even medicine."

"This is called 'fighting poison with poison,' breaking down your brain's defenses." Wang Minyu stood up, patted Lin Xiang's shoulder, and casually took the large ladle that Guan Shan had used to stir the braising liquid, waving it under Lin Xiang's nose.

Guan Shan didn't wash his hands just now.

A glistening strand of braising liquid, fermented for forty-nine days, still clung to the spoon.

In that instant, Lin Xiang's brows suddenly furrowed.

His nostrils twitched very slightly.

"This..." Lin Xiang's eyes widened suddenly, and tears streamed down her face. "What is this smell? It's like a thousand dead rats that have been baking in the summer sun for three days..."

"Congratulations." Wang Minyu put away the spoon and said with a smile, "Your nose has rebooted. Although the startup screen is a bit disgusting, at least the screen is lit up."

Lin Xiang clutched her chest, coughing violently while laughing maniacally, "I smell it! I finally smell it! This damn stench! It's a gift from God!"

He excitedly grabbed Wang Minyu's hand, completely disregarding the fact that Wang Minyu's hands might also have the smell, and pulled a check from his pocket, slamming it on the table: "Dr. Wang! Here's five hundred thousand! I'll go back and buy canned herring right now!"

Watching Lin Xiang rush out of the pharmacy like a madwoman just released from prison, Li Siyuan stared blankly: "Master, is he... a masochist?"

"No." Wang Minyu flicked the check with a clatter, then casually handed it to Su Qing to deposit. "This is called an artist's 'desensitization therapy.' For someone living in a world of perfume, only the most extreme filth can awaken their desire for cleanliness."

[System notification: Harvested 5000 points of mixed "Extreme Ecstasy" and "Disgust" emotions.]

[Reward: 1 "Bewitching Grass" special seed, which can be used to make aromatherapy that makes people tell the truth.]

Kangmei Pharmaceutical has been having a tough time lately.

Since the "ribbon-cutting scandal" and the "wig scandal," their stock price has been soaring, like it's taken a laxative.

Chairman Zhao Dezhu sat in the genuine leather boss's chair worth 100,000 yuan, looking at the increasingly popular traffic data of Renxin Pharmacy, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

"If we can't beat him, we'll poach him." Zhao Dezhu stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and said to the powerful woman in front of him, dressed in a business suit, "Victoria, you're a top headhunter in the industry. As long as you can poach those people around Wang Minyu, the company will cover any cost."

Victoria adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, a confident smile playing on her lips. "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. There's no wall that can't be breached, only a hoe that doesn't try hard enough. What kind of world could a bunch of people working in a run-down pharmacy have seen?"

The next morning, a red Porsche stopped at the entrance of the old street.

Victoria, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, carefully avoided the puddles on the ground as she entered Renxin Pharmacy.

Her first target was Pierre.

According to intelligence, this is a former Michelin three-star chef who has condescended to cook in a small pharmacy. This is simply a waste of his talent.

"Mr. Pierre." Victoria found Pierre in the kitchen, who was slicing mutated radishes, and immediately offered her the price: "Le Cordon Bleu is willing to offer you a five million annual salary, plus an apartment in the center of Paris, to serve as its executive chef."

Pierre's knife didn't stop, the paper-thin slices of radish dancing in the air: "Paris? Do they have radishes there that listen to Mozart? Do they have ginger that bleeds when cut and shines when cooked?"

Victoria was stunned: "What?"

"I'm searching for the soul of the ingredients." Pierre pressed a slice of radish to his face, closed his eyes in blissful reverie, and said, "Here, I fight against the bugs in God's creation every day. Go to Paris? That's a retirement home for mediocre people."

Victoria returned empty-handed and went to find Guan Shan.

This big guy looks honest and simple; he probably loves money the most.

"Mr. Guan, the position of head of the security department at Kangmei Pharmaceutical is yours." Victoria took out a car key. "This is a gift for you, a BMW X5. Annual salary of 800,000, plus five social insurances and one housing fund."

Guan Shan was eating breakfast in a stainless steel basin filled with rice mixed with lard.

He glanced at the car keys, then at the bowl in his hand, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is it all you can eat?"

"Of course," Victoria smiled. "We have a staff canteen, a buffet."

"I don't eat at buffets." Guan Shan shook his head, pointed at Pierre, "Only the foreigners here can make the kind of food that would make me punch a cow to death. And the boss said that as long as I don't leave, I'll be the first to eat any 'Mighty Melon' that grows in the backyard."

Victoria's smile froze. What the heck is "Mighty Melon"?

Finally, she placed her hopes on Su Qing.

This aloof woman seems the most rational; she should be able to communicate with her.

"Ms. Su, with your qualifications, working as a nurse in a pharmacy is a waste of your talent." Victoria handed over an elegantly designed contract. "A private hospital downtown, head nurse position, no night shifts, and you can have an assistant."

Su Qing was wiping a pair of surgical scissors that gleamed coldly.

She raised her eyelids, and the look in her eyes, as if she were staring at a corpse, sent a chill down Victoria's spine.

"Your hospital..." Su Qing's voice was devoid of warmth, "Does it allow us to use physical means to calm patients down when they're being unreasonable? Or does it allow me to practice blind punctures on living people's veins when I'm in a bad mood?"

Victoria swallowed hard. "This...this is illegal."

"That's pointless." Su Qing lowered her head and continued wiping the scissors. "Here, the boss doesn't care how many times I stab someone, as long as no one dies. You can't offer that kind of freedom."

Victoria was devastated. What kind of monsters and demons are these?

Just as she was preparing to retreat, she suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness.

The past few days of working overtime, coupled with the continuous attacks from this group of oddballs, triggered her migraine.

Her vision began to blur, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the famous "Truth Chair".

"Hey, isn't this someone trying to poach our talent?" Wang Minyu's voice rang out at just the right moment.

He appeared behind the counter at some point, still holding that teacup in his hand.

Victoria tried to stand up, but found herself weak and nauseous.

"Liver yang rising, qi and blood in disarray." Wang Minyu walked over, extended a finger, and gently touched the "Yintang" acupoint between her eyebrows. "Plus, there's the sudden onset of internal heat. Miss Victoria, this is a work-related injury."

"Help...help me..." Victoria didn't care about her dignity as a top headhunter at this moment; the splitting headache made her want to die.

"I can help you." Wang Minyu smiled and took out a QR code. "Registration fee is 200, emergency room fee is 500. Also, I see your occupational disease is quite serious. You'll need to come for a follow-up visit once a week from now on. Although our place is run-down, we specialize in treating all kinds of workplace anxiety."

Victoria scanned the code with trembling hands.

With a "beep," Wang Minyu pulled a silver needle from his pocket and swiftly and accurately pierced her tiger's mouth.

A tingling, numb sensation instantly spread throughout my body, and the excruciating headache miraculously subsided.

"Go back and tell Zhao Dezhu." Wang Minyu pulled out the needle and wiped it on Victoria's haute couture suit. "If they want to poach my people, they'll have to turn Kangmei Pharmaceutical into a mental hospital. After all, what normal person would want to work for me?"

Watching Victoria flee in panic, Li Siyuan and Zhao Na trembled in the corner.

"Master," Li Siyuan asked softly, "Are we... considered normal people?"

Wang Minyu turned around and gave a kind smile: "You guys? You're like chives that are still growing. Hurry up and go to the backyard and plant that patch of 'bewitching grass.' If you can't grow it, I'll turn you into fertilizer tonight."

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance, tears welling in their eyes, and rushed to the backyard.

This is unbearable.

But strangely, no one thought of leaving.