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

Chapter 73 Invitation and Table Leg Support

The roller shutter of Renxin Pharmacy was pulled up with a "whoosh," and the noise startled two sparrows on the utility pole.

Wang Minyu yawned, with two clumps of sleep hanging from the corners of his eyes, and shuffled behind the counter in his flip-flops with broken soles.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na had arrived long ago and were looking at the automatic decoction machine they had bought from the second-hand market with concern.

The machine roared as if it were chewing up a pile of stones, occasionally emitting a puff of white smoke with a burnt smell.

"Master, is the machine stuck again?" Li Siyuan wiped the dust off his face. "Guan Shan just poured in five catties of gypsum, saying it was to supplement calcium for Grandpa Wu next door."

"What calcium supplement? That's for him to train his leg strength." Wang Minyu took out a packet of damp tea leaves from the drawer and threw it into the stainless steel tea mug. "That plaster is for weight. Grandpa Wu has a mental problem; he feels his bones are too light and needs to be pressed down."

Just then, a van with the "Changxiang Central Hospital" logo pulled up at the entrance.

The car door slid open, and a young driver in a sharp suit and white gloves stepped out, holding a red envelope with gold lettering.

The driver glanced disdainfully at the dirty water on the ground, then tiptoed to the door: "Excuse me, is Dr. Wang Minyu here?"

"He's not here." Wang Minyu didn't even look up, concentrating on rinsing the tea leaves in his teacup with hot water. "He went to the crematorium, saying he was picking out a furnace with good feng shui for himself."

The driver choked for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the banner on the wall that read "Specializing in Curing Pretentiousness," and his lips twitched: "Mr. Wang, you're quite humorous. I was sent by Director Liu Jianbang; this is a special invitation to the 'Provincial Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine Skills Competition.'"

He handed over the envelope respectfully, but his eyes revealed a sense of superiority that said, "You don't deserve it."

Wang Minyu didn't take it. Guan Shan, who was eating a meat bun next to him with oily hands, took it without thinking and left five clear fingerprints on the envelope.

"A major competition?" Zhao Na leaned closer, her eyes shining. "Master, this is an officially certified top-level competition! If we win, our clinic's rating will go up!"

"What's the point of raising the rent? Is it to increase the rent?" Wang Minyu took a sip of tea, scalding it and wincing. "I'm not going. I still have dozens of chive seedlings at home that haven't been watered. I don't have time to play house with those old men."

The driver was clearly not expected to be rejected and stood there stunned: "Mr. Wang, the prize money for this competition is one million, and the champion will receive the priority lease right for a 'medical land' in a prime location in the city center."

Wang Minyu's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused.

He didn't care about a million; it was just money he was spending on the system anyway.

But that "medical land"...

The system panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Side quest triggered: Challenge the Dojo.]

[Task Description: A bunch of hypocrites are preparing to make a fool of you under the spotlight. As a classy farmer, you should teach them a lesson in "dimensional reduction attack."]

[Quest Rewards: Intermediate Herb Garden Expansion Card x1, Special Building Blueprint "Mental Time Chamber" (can be used to treat severe mental illnesses).]

[Failure Penalty: The host will suffer from "Money-Obsessed Syndrome" for one month.]

"A mental time chamber?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow.

The name sounds like it's about locking patients up to practice Kamehameha.

He put down his teacup, took the greasy envelope from Guan Shan's hand, and without even looking at its contents, placed it under the leg of the rickety consultation table.

"The table's flat now." Wang Minyu clapped his hands. "Go back and tell Liu Jianbang to clean that 'monster' up and get ready. Also, tell the organizers to prepare some quick-acting heart medicine; I'm worried they won't have enough."

The driver stared at the priceless invitation card hidden under the table leg, his facial muscles twitching wildly. In the end, he said nothing, turned around, got into the car, and drove off.

"Master, are you really going?" Li Siyuan asked with some worry. "I heard from a classmate that the case Liu Jianbang brought in this time is extremely bizarre. It's said to be a 'man-eating' monster, and even the experts at Peking Union Medical College Hospital shook their heads after seeing it."

"Cannibalism?" Su Qing walked out of the dissection room, a scalpel still dripping water in her hand, her tone calm. "I've dissected living people, why would I be afraid of cannibalism?"

"The point isn't about cannibalism," Wang Minyu pointed to the table. "The point is, some people want to see me make a fool of myself. Now that the stage's set up, wouldn't it be a disservice to the audience who bought tickets if I didn't go up and sing a few lines?"

He turned to look at Old Wu, who was wiping the table: "Old Wu, take out your family's silver needle tea set and boil it. Guan Shan, go to the market and buy two catties of ginger, and a bottle of the cheapest Erguotou."

"Why buy ginger?" Zhao Na asked, puzzled. "To treat a cold?"

"No," Wang Minyu flashed a bright white smile, "it's to remove the fishy smell from the experts."

……

Three days later, at the Changxiang International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The spotlight shone on the center of the stage as if it were free, and the audience was filled with big names from various media outlets and the medical community.

Liu Jianbang, dressed in a custom-made haute couture suit, sat in the center of the judges' panel, next to Jiang Yue, who was dressed like a female celebrity going to walk the red carpet.

"Uncle Liu, is Wang Minyu really coming?" Jiang Yue looked anxiously at the door. "It's already nine o'clock."

"Don't worry, someone as arrogant as him will definitely come here to die." Liu Jianbang sneered, pointing to the iron cage on the other side of the stage.

The cage was covered by a huge black cloth, and from inside came the occasional ear-piercing sound of fingernails scratching metal, as well as low growls like those of wild beasts.

"This is the case file?" Jiang Yue could smell the stench of decay even from a distance. "What kind of disease is it?"

"Nobody knows," Liu Jianbang said in a low voice. "His whole body is covered in sores, he bites anyone he sees, and he's incredibly strong. The scariest thing is that he can't feel pain. Western doctors have examined his genes, and traditional Chinese medicine doctors have examined his pulse, and they all say it's 'divine retribution.' I want to see how Wang Minyu treats this 'divine retribution.'"

Just then, the doors to the venue were pushed open.

Wang Minyu, wearing a faded white lab coat, walked in with his hands in his pockets, swaying casually.

Behind them followed Guan Shan, who was as tall as a mountain, carrying a huge snakeskin bag; and Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, who were holding notebooks and looked ready to die.

Su Qing walked at the back, carrying a portable cooler in her hand, her eyes as cold as if she were strolling through a morgue.

The room fell silent for a second, then burst into whispers.

"Is this the 'eccentric doctor'? He looks more like an air conditioner repairman."

"What's in that snakeskin bag? It's not some local specialty, is it?"

Wang Minyu ignored all the gazes and walked straight to his seat—a simple folding table.

He pulled the stainless steel tea mug out of his pocket, slammed it on the table with a loud "bang".

"Hey you," Wang Minyu pointed at the host, "Stop talking nonsense and pull back the cloth. I need to get back for lunch."