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

Chapter 69 Cracking Walnuts and the Smoke of Battle in Dreams

That wooden hammer was as big as a washbasin, and the handle was made of solid jujube wood, which looked heavy.

"What...what are you trying to do?" Fang Qin was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. She instinctively stepped in front of Old Chen, "Dr. Wang, don't do anything rash!"

"Get out of the way." Old Chen pushed Fang Qin aside. Although his eyelids were heavy, his fierceness was still there. "I want to see how he plans to torment this old man."

Ignoring the crowd's fear, Wang Minyu pointed to a thick solid wood table in front of Old Chen, then took out a cloth bag from his pocket and poured out a bunch of dark, hard things with a splash.

It's a walnut.

But these aren't ordinary collectible walnuts; they're the kind of mountain walnuts with shells as hard as rocks.

"Old Chen, the machine's vibration frequency is currently 60 times per minute." Wang Minyu shoved the wooden hammer into Old Chen's hand. "I want you to crack the walnuts to this rhythm. One crack, one hit. Don't stop until you crack them open, or start over if you lose the rhythm."

"Crack walnuts?" Old Chen looked at the giant hammer in his hand, then at the small walnuts on the table, and found it absurd. "You want me to crack walnuts here like an idiot?"

"You can choose not to smash it." Wang Minyu glanced at his watch, "But in five minutes, the drug's effects will kick in. If you don't release this pent-up energy, you might suffer a stroke on the spot. Don't blame me for not warning you then."

The roar of the machine has changed.

The steady "thump-thump" sound turned into a more rapid and sharper buzzing sound.

Old Chen felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and a nameless anger suddenly surged up.

The urge to kill, to destroy, to scream was raging through his veins.

"Damn it!" Old Chen roared, raised the hammer, and slammed it down hard.

"Bang!"

The table shook, and the walnuts shattered.

"Thump." The machine made a sound.

"Bang!" Old Chen struck again with his hammer.

At first, he was smashing things out of anger.

Each blow felt like it was going to flatten Wang Minyu.

But as the machine's pace quickened, he had to concentrate all his attention to keep up with that frequency.

boom! boom! boom!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and walnut shells flew all over the place.

Guan Shan was responsible for constantly refilling the table with walnuts.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Old Chen's forehead.

It was black sweat with a fishy, ​​foul odor. His Zhongshan suit was soaked through, but he couldn't stop.

The mechanical, repetitive, and violent movements gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

My mind stopped thinking about my fallen comrades, the complex situation, and the damn insomnia.

In his world, only that voice and that gesture remained.

Raise, then lower. Raise, then lower.

This is the ultimate form of emptiness.

"Add more ingredients." Wang Minyu snapped his fingers at Li Siyuan when he saw that the time was right.

Li Siyuan brought over a basin of green liquid—it was juice from mutated mints that had just been harvested from the medicinal herb field guarded by Old Wu in the backyard, mixed with the secret recipe "Soothing Powder" contributed by Old Wu.

Wang Minyu poured the liquid directly into the machine's inlet.

"laugh--"

The originally white mist instantly turned pale green.

A refreshingly pure fragrance filled the air, instantly overpowering the previous herbal scent.

Old Chen slowed down.

The hammer was raised in mid-air, but it just wouldn't come down.

The delicate fragrance entered his nostrils, like a gentle hand smoothing out all the wrinkles in his mind.

The tiger that had roared in his nightmares for over a decade finally lay down and closed its eyes.

"Clang!"

The wooden hammer fell to the ground.

Old Chen swayed and fell backward.

Guan Shan reacted quickly, catching him and gently placing him on the nearby recliner like a child.

The sound of snoring started.

At first it was very soft, like a cat's meow.

It then grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a snoring sound like muffled thunder.

That's a sound you only hear when you're in deep sleep.

The doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses rushed over, took out his stethoscope, and pressed it against Old Chen's chest. After listening for a while, his expression became extremely interesting: "Heart rate 65, blood pressure 110/75... How is this possible? His usual resting heart rate is above 90!"

"Because he's exhausted." Wang Minyu turned off the machine, and the vibration stopped abruptly. "His body was exhausted to the extreme, and his brain was forcibly formatted. With my medication, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't wake up."

Fang Qin looked at the sleeping old man, her eyes reddening.

She hadn't seen Old Chen sleep so soundly in a long time. Even when he took the strongest sleeping pills, he always had a furrowed brow and struggled in his dreams.

At this moment, Old Chen had a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth, and his expression was as relaxed as an old farmer who had just finished working in the fields.

"Let him sleep." Wang Minyu waved his hand. "Don't wake him. He can sleep for at least twenty hours. When he wakes up, let him eat those walnuts on the table; they're good for his brain."

Fang Qin expressed her gratitude profusely and gestured to the bodyguards to gently lift Old Chen into the car.

Before leaving, she took out a black card and handed it to Wang Minyu: "Dr. Wang, this is the consultation fee. The password is six eights. There is one million in it. If it's not enough, just say the word."

Wang Minyu didn't take the card, but pointed to the doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses: "I don't want the money, let him keep those glasses to pay off the debt. I think those gold frames are quite valuable, it's a good opportunity to get Old Wu a new pair."

The doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses was stunned, his face turning a deep purplish-red, but under Fang Qin's stern gaze, he could only humiliatingly remove his glasses and slam them on the counter.

The convoy left without a sound.

Wang Minyu picked up the glasses, examined them against the light, and casually tossed them to Li Siyuan: "Take these to disinfect and deliver them to the old man in the backyard. Tell him these are spoils of war."

A pleasant system notification sounded:

[Mission Complete: Harvesting special patients with "high positions of power".]

[Emotional value +10000 (extreme relaxation), +5000 (shock), +2000 (humiliation of peers).]

[Reward: Enhanced access to the system shop. Unlocked special crop seed: Phagocytophthora (mutant version).]

"Plastic bacteria?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow.

Just then, Su Qing walked in from the backyard, holding a petri dish in her hand.

Her expression was strange, a mixture of excitement and disgust.

"Boss, you need to take a look at this." Su Qing placed the petri dish on the table. "The 'fake flesh Ganoderma' that Old Wu used to grow in the coffin has mutated."

Wang Minyu looked down.

A piece of plastic about the size of a fingernail was placed in the petri dish, covered with a layer of white, fluffy mycelium.

Under the microscope, the mycelium was wriggling wildly, like a swarm of starving maggots, voraciously devouring the plastic.

The hard plastic was softening and liquefying at a visible speed, eventually turning into a puddle of transparent viscous liquid.

"It eats plastic?" Wang Minyu's eyes lit up.

"It doesn't just eat plastic." Su Qing pushed up her glasses. "I just tested it, and it has an extreme affinity for artificial fillers like silicone, hyaluronic acid, and polyacrylamide. Moreover, it doesn't eat human tissue."

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Wang Minyu's mouth.

This isn't fungus; it's practically the "cleaner" of the cosmetic surgery world, a savior for those who have had botched cosmetic surgeries, and also their nightmare.

"Boss, this thing is too dangerous." Li Siyuan leaned over for a look, then got goosebumps. "What if it gets out of control?"

"Dangerous?" Wang Minyu picked up a bit of mycelium with tweezers. "In a doctor's hands, even poison is a life-saving elixir. I was just worried about not having any new projects, and this has come knocking on my door!"

Just then, the sound of high heels came from the doorway again.

A woman wearing huge sunglasses and a mask that covered her entire face rushed in.

She was dressed in the latest Chanel collection and carrying a Hermès bag, but she exuded a strong sense of anxiety.

"Who is Wang Minyu? I need to register! I'll pay whatever it takes!" The woman's voice was sharp and shrill, tinged with tears.

Wang Minyu looked up and activated the [Aura Observation Technique].

Although the woman's face was completely covered by a mask, a gray-black aura of death was surging beneath her skin.

That's a sign that a large amount of illegal filler is moving around, becoming inflamed, and rotting.

"Looks like the guinea pigs have arrived." Wang Minyu covered the petri dish, winked at Su Qing, and said, "Prepare the operating room. This time, we're going to do something exciting."