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

Chapter 136 Dean, Your Illness is Very Serious

The atmosphere in the president's office of the Fourth People's Hospital of Changxiang City was somewhat somber.

Dean Liu Guodong, a man in his fifties with slightly balding hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was pouring tea for Wang Minyu with a fawning expression.

"Expert Wang, you see, you didn't even give us a heads-up before you came, so we could have made some preparations," Liu Guodong said, while cautiously sizing up the overly young "expert" in front of him.

He had a lot of doubts.

When did the province establish this "integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine" research group? How come he didn't hear a word about it? Moreover, the composition of this expert group is too strange: a deputy group leader who looks like a student, an incredibly beautiful recorder, and a... forensic consultant who exudes an aura of "keep away"?

The most outrageous thing was that security consultant named Guan Shan, who just stood there at the door like an iron tower, exuding a strong sense of oppression, making him afraid to even breathe.

"A surprise inspection is all about getting the facts straight." Wang Minyu picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, but didn't drink. "Dean Liu, the main reason I'm here is to find out if your hospital has any... innovative treatments for severe schizophrenia and paranoia?"

Wang Minyu specifically emphasized the word "innovation".

Liu Guodong's heart skipped a beat, and his smile became somewhat stiff: "Expert Wang is joking. We follow national standards here. Drug treatment and psychological counseling are all routine methods. There are no innovative treatments."

"Really?" Wang Minyu put down his teacup, looking at him intently. "I heard that your hospital has a collaborative project with a company called 'Peak Biotechnology'?"

Liu Guodong broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"No...nothing like that! We're a public hospital, how could we have such a collaboration with a private company!" he vehemently denied.

"Oh?" Wang Minyu leaned back on the sofa and said slowly, "Dean Liu, have you been experiencing a dull pain under your right rib around three or four o'clock every afternoon lately? And have you been having a bitter taste in your mouth at night, and being easily awakened by nightmares?"

Liu Guodong's expression changed instantly.

He does have these symptoms, and they have been going on for almost half a year.

He is a doctor himself, and he performed a self-examination in private. His liver function was slightly abnormal, but he could not find the specific cause.

Even his wife didn't know about this. How did this young man find out?

"How...how did you know?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine states that the liver governs the free flow of Qi and its function manifests in the eyes. Dean Liu, your eyes are dull and the whites of your eyes are cloudy, which are signs of stagnant liver Qi and impaired Qi flow. Add to that the faint... chemical smell emanating from you," Wang Minyu's nose twitched slightly. "If I'm not mistaken, you not only collaborate with Top Peak Biotechnology, but you've also personally tried their 'new drug,' haven't you?"

Liu Guodong panicked completely.

He did indeed take a few "samples" sent by Peak Bio out of curiosity, which were said to "purify the mind and enhance mental strength".

At first, I felt that the effect was good, but recently, my body has indeed started to show the symptoms that Wang Minyu mentioned.

"I……"

"Don't be nervous, Dean Liu." Wang Minyu smiled, but to Liu Guodong, that smile was more terrifying than the devil. "I'm not from the Discipline Inspection Commission, I'm a doctor. I just want to remind you that the main ingredient in the medicine you're taking is a neurodepressant. It can make you feel good in the short term, but long-term use will cause irreversible liver damage and may even induce liver cancer. You're... risking your life for money."

With a "thump".

Liu Guodong's legs went weak, and he slid off the sofa, collapsing onto the floor.

Fear instantly shattered all his psychological defenses.

"Expert Wang! Miracle Doctor Wang! Please, save me!" He scrambled to Wang Minyu's feet, hugged his leg, and cried uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I...I didn't mean to! They forced me! They said that as long as I cooperated with their 'screening' plan, they would provide me with research funding and even let me publish several prestigious international papers..."

"A screening plan? Screening for what?" Wang Minyu asked knowingly.

"Screening... the 'perfect vessel'," Liu Guodong said in a trembling voice. "They said that some mental patients have brain structures that are different from ordinary people, making them the best containers to carry 'seeds'. They would regularly send some special 'patients' for us to 'treat' with their equipment and drugs, which was actually... live experiments."

"Is the one in room 307 also one?"

"Yes...yes." Liu Guodong didn't dare to hide it. "The patient's name is Li Mo. He's a programmer who developed paranoia due to excessive stress. He always feels like he can see the future of the code. The people at Peak Bio said that his frontal lobe is abnormally active, making him an S-level experimental subject. They...they're preparing to perform a 'seed implantation' surgery on him tomorrow."

Wang Minyu's eyes turned completely cold.

Just as he guessed.

The "S" organization is conducting inhumane human experiments.

"Take me there." Wang Minyu stood up, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Now?"

"What else? Are you going to attend his memorial service?"

Liu Guodong dared not say another word, and quickly got up from the ground, leading the way in a trembling manner.

The group walked through a long corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant and arrived at the third floor of the inpatient department.

The atmosphere here is noticeably more oppressive than on other floors.

The corridor was deserted, all the ward doors were tightly closed, and only a few muffled, suppressed sobs could be heard occasionally.

"This is it." Liu Guodong pointed to room 307 at the end of the corridor, his voice trembling.

Wang Minyu gestured for him to open the door.

The door was pushed open, and a smell mixed with the odors of medicine, sweat, and despair rushed out.

In the ward, a young man as thin as a bamboo pole was being restrained to the hospital bed with straps.

His head was shaved, and it was covered with all sorts of strange markings.

His eyes were wide open, but his gaze was empty. He had a breathing tube in his mouth, and he was making "hoarse" sounds in his throat.

He is Li Mo, the one who sent the distress letter.

Beside his bed stood a man wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

He was holding a metal briefcase. When the briefcase was opened, it contained rows of strangely shaped surgical instruments that gleamed coldly.

Upon seeing Wang Minyu and the others enter, the man raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and behind the lenses were a pair of cold and cruel eyes.

"Dean Liu, what are you doing bringing these people here?" The man's voice was like poisoned ice. "Don't you know this is a Class A classified area?"

Wang Minyu looked at the man, and the system panel popped up automatically.

[Name: Dr. Gao]

[Identity: Chief Researcher of the "Seed Project" in the "S" organization.]

[Danger Level: Extremely Dangerous.]

"You're Dr. Gao?" Wang Minyu said slowly. "Perfect timing, I also have a research topic I'd like to discuss with you."

"What research topic?" A hint of disdain flashed in Dr. Gao's eyes.

"About... how to turn a living person into a plate of cold pig brain salad."

As Wang Minyu spoke, he pulled out a row of gleaming silver needles from his pocket.