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

Chapter 49 The Operating Room in the Crack of the Wall and the Correct Use of the Herb of Eclipta pr

In the early morning of Changxiang City, before the fog had even dissipated, the rolling shutter door of Renxin Pharmacy was pounded on loudly.

It wasn't a medical dispute, it was a renovation team.

The system reward of the [Basic Operating Room Module] did not directly conjure up the space. Instead, it gave Wang Minyu an extremely outrageous set of blueprints and core equipment. He had to do the rest of the hard installation himself.

In order to convert the back room, which was originally used to store miscellaneous items, into a laminar flow operating room that meets sterile standards, Wang Minyu had to spend a lot of money to hire the best renovation team in the west of the city.

"Dr. Wang, who drew these blueprints?" Foreman Zhang, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, pointed to a complex ventilation duct design on the blueprints, his brow furrowed deeply. "These ducts are going to run through wall cracks? And we need to install three layers of filtration? This isn't decorating a pharmacy, it's building a spaceship!"

Wang Minyu sat on the "Truth Chair," holding a teacup filled with freshly picked mutated mint leaves.

The cool scent drifted with the steam, making Old Zhang's cheap cigarette taste much milder.

"Follow the plans, money is no problem." Wang Minyu didn't even lift his eyelids. "Also, Engineer Zhang, smoke less. I can hear the whistling in your lungs from two meters away. Do you wake up coughing at three in the morning every day? And is your phlegm streaked with black?"

Old Zhang's hand holding the cigarette trembled, and the ash fell onto his trouser leg.

He coughed lightly and stubbed out his cigarette: "An expert, huh? Occupational hazard. Took a lot of medicine, but it didn't work."

"Dust buildup is causing lung congestion." Wang Minyu pointed to the counter. "Have that big guy get you two doses of 'Lung-Clearing Powder,' and include it in the project payment. But this work has to be done meticulously. If you miss an inch of sealant in the wall cracks, I'll make you drink bitter melon juice here for a month."

Old Zhang glanced at Guan Shan, who was breaking off a discarded steel pipe with his bare hands and using it as a toothpick, and swallowed hard. "Don't worry, it's sealed so tightly that not even a single bacterium can get in."

The renovation team arrived, and the sounds of electric drills and hammers instantly filled the old street.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na hid in the corner of the counter, organizing medical records.

The two were in a very subtle state; they had dark circles under their eyes, but their eyes were filled with excitement.

"Senior, have you checked the school forum?" Zhao Na lowered her voice and handed over her phone. "That video of someone cutting a trachea with a steak knife last night has over a million views. The dean of our clinical college commented that it's a 'textbook example of unorthodox methods'."

Li Siyuan glanced at the screen, which displayed various absurd edits of Zhao Dezhu being humiliated.

He sighed, "Being famous isn't necessarily a good thing. This morning I went to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns, and that top student from the next class insisted that I explain the principle of 'stopping bleeding with bare hands,' and even asked if we were hiring sweepers here."

"We're hiring." Su Qing appeared behind the two of them at some point, holding a pair of calipers and measuring Guan Shan's biceps. "We need body handlers or medical waste handlers."

Zhao Na shrank back in fright.

Su Qing's dry humor always carries a hint of formaldehyde.

Wang Minyu ignored the idle chatter in the front hall and his consciousness sank into the system space.

The herb that grows bones has matured.

Unlike ordinary herbs, this thing looks like a bone, with grayish-white leaves that feel hard to the touch and make a metallic sound when tapped.

The system manual states: "After crushing and mixing with high-proof liquor and safflower oil, external application can stimulate explosive growth of osteoblasts, shortening fracture healing time by 50%. Side effects: A severe tingling sensation at the application site, lasting for three hours."

"Ant-like sensation?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this just itching? Perfect, pain is also a type of emotional value."

He harvested the elderberry and threw it into the system's built-in grinder.

In the afternoon, a special patient was carried into the store.

He was a parkour streamer who jumped on the roof of an unfinished building to attract attention, but ended up falling and breaking his leg.

I had a closed fracture of my tibia and was put in a cast at the Second Hospital, but because I had to rush to attend a fan meeting in three days, I insisted on coming here to find a "miracle doctor" to help me.

"Three days?" Guan Shan looked at the X-ray and said in a muffled voice, "Even a god couldn't fix it. Unless you amputate your leg and get a prosthetic."

The streamer, wincing in pain, continued broadcasting while holding up a selfie stick: "Family members, this is the legendary violent orthopedic surgeon, so brutal! But I heard there's a secret recipe here..."

Wang Minyu walked over carrying a bowl of dark green paste. It was freshly prepared "bone-setting ointment".

"Do you expect to be able to get out of bed in three days?" Wang Minyu asked.

"I want to! I'll pay any price as long as I can walk!" The anchor's eyes lit up.

"This medicine is potent." Wang Minyu picked up a clump with a tongue depressor; the smell was so strong that Guan Shan took a half-step back. "After applying it, you'll feel like a million ants are gnawing at your bones. The itch is unbearable; you can't scratch it. Can you stand it?"

"Tch, I'm not even afraid of jumping off a building, why would I be ticklish?" the anchor scoffed. "Come on!"

Without wasting any words, Wang Minyu gestured for Guan Shan to remove the cast, then applied a thick layer of ointment to the affected area and re-bandaged it.

For the first five minutes, the anchor was still chatting and laughing in front of the camera.

In the tenth minute, his expression began to contort, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

In the twentieth minute, he threw away the selfie stick, gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, and writhed on the bed like a maggot.

"Ah...it itches...it itches so much! Just kill me!" the streamer wailed. "Doctor! Get this thing off! I don't want treatment anymore! This is torture!"

"Bear with it." Su Qing coldly recorded the data from the side. "The callus is growing, and cell division is active. What you feel right now is that your bones are 'growing taller'."

The live stream was incredibly popular.

Holy crap, this streamer's acting is so convincing!

[It doesn't look like acting; look how tightly he's gripping his toes, he's practically wearing through the soles of his shoes.]

Is this what they call "painful yet pleasurable"?

Wang Minyu nodded in satisfaction as he watched the system's backend constantly displaying "regret value" and "collapse value".

"Siyuan, put a towel in his mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue," Wang Minyu instructed. "Also, record this scene and use it as a negative example later. The title will be: The Consequences of Risking Your Life for Traffic."

Three hours later, the effects of the drug wore off. The anchor was as exhausted as if he had just run a marathon, but when he tried to move his legs, he was surprised to find that the excruciating pain had disappeared, replaced by a solid sense of support.

"Amazing..." The anchor's gaze towards Wang Minyu changed, from curiosity to awe. "Doctor, is this medicine for sale? I'll offer 100,000 for the formula!"

"Not for sale." Wang Minyu put the remaining ointment back on the counter. "This is not for sale; it's specially designed to cure all kinds of superstition."

Just then, a noisy sound of gongs and drums came from outside the door.

It's not a joyous occasion, it's a tragedy.

A group of people dressed in white mourning clothes carried a coffin and blocked the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy. A banner was unfurled, its black background and white lettering a shocking sight:

Unscrupulous and incompetent doctors, practicing medicine illegally, disregarding human life—give me justice!

The leader, a middle-aged man, was holding a megaphone and crying to the onlookers: "This is a shady clinic! That so-called 'miracle doctor' stabbed people indiscriminately with a steak knife at that banquet! Although he saved her, my poor cousin suffered severe aftereffects and can't speak anymore! This is illegal medical practice! We demand an explanation!"

Li Siyuan's face turned deathly pale: "This is... a medical dispute?"

Wang Minyu put down his teacup, looked through the glass door at the group of people performing poorly outside, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It's finally here."