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

Chapter 191: The so-called consultation is nothing more than a high-dimensional "pig butchering

The air inside the pump room was murky, a mixture of cement dust, engine oil smell, and the tangy, fermented smell of the "resurrection soup" spilled on the ground.

Wang Minyu sat on the folding chair, pressing the cap of the fountain pen in his hand intermittently, making a crisp "click, click" sound.

In the silent factory, the sound became the only background noise, each tap feeling like a blow to the "doctor's" nerve ganglia.

The "doctor"—or rather, the researcher codenamed K9 from Organization S—had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his neck like ivy.

It wasn't because of anger, but because Wang Minyu had just fed him a so-called "honesty capsule".

Actually, it was just a Maltesers coated with a high concentration of mustard and "Truthful Agave" pollen.

"Don't want to talk about it?" Wang Minyu stopped writing, took out a crumpled notebook from his white coat pocket, and opened a page. "Based on my clinical experience, if a patient is uncooperative during the consultation, it's usually because they didn't pay enough for the consultation fee. Or... the treatment methods weren't stimulating enough."

He turned to look at Su Qing, who was fiddling with the biosignal receiver.

"Dr. Su, read him the brainwave data we just captured."

Su Qing pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, staring at the waveform on the screen, his tone as if reading an autopsy report: "Abnormal activity in the prefrontal cortex, the hippocampus is conducting high-frequency retrieval. He's recalling... um, a coordinate. Latitude and longitude conversion... North District of Changxiang City, underground reservoir of the old waterworks. There's also a biosignal feature, a very low frequency, like a whale, or like... a heartbeat."

K9's pupils contracted sharply, and a "whoosh" sound came from its throat.

"See, your brain is more honest than your mouth." Wang Minyu scribbled a few lines on the prescription slip. "Preliminary diagnosis: Dissociative identity disorder, accompanied by severe delusions. Etiology: Due to prolonged exposure to high-radiation biological samples, leading to hypersensitivity of the brain nerves. Treatment plan: Physical blockade."

He stood up, walked to K9, and suddenly replaced the fountain pen in his hand with a three-inch-long silver needle.

"You're saying the 'Mother' is a god?" Wang Minyu's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone. "In biology, there are no gods. There are only predators and food. You think you're feeding a god, but you're actually providing it with food reserves. That kind of thing is like a greedy cancer cell; it doesn't need believers, it only needs nutrients."

The silver needle fell.

Instead of striking a vital point, the needle precisely pierced the "Yifeng" acupoint behind the K9's ear.

In this highly sensitive state, the pain from this injection was amplified dozens of times.

K9 sprang up like an electric shrimp, but unfortunately, his limbs were locked by the mycelium, and he could only twitch violently in place.

"ah--!!!"

The screams lasted for about thirty seconds until Wang Minyu pulled out the silver needles.

"Now, can we talk properly?" Wang Minyu blew on the drop of blood on the needle tip. "What exactly is that 'mother organism,' what you call the zero strain? Is it a fungus? A virus? Or an even more ancient silicon-based organism?"

K9 was panting heavily, his white coat soaked with sweat, and his original fervent elite demeanor had long since vanished.

He looked at Wang Minyu as if he were looking at a demon in human skin.

"It...it's not a living thing..." K9 finally broke down, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped across his face. "It's...a 'frequency.' It doesn't have a fixed form; it can be water, moss, or even...sound. We've been trying to build a physical entity for it, a container that can hold this high-dimensional frequency. The previous 'brain flower,' and those experimental subjects underground, were all failures."

"Frequency?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow; that was interesting.

No wonder the S organization is so obsessed with developing mind control and sonic weapons.

Where is it?

"The old water plant... that's its 'culture medium'." K9 spoke extremely fast, afraid of being interrupted for even a second, "It broadcasts its 'frequency' like a radio through the city's water pipe network. As long as you drink the water there, your brain will gradually be 'synchronized' with it, and eventually... become a part of it."

Wang Minyu glanced back at Su Qing, who was frantically typing on the keyboard. A few seconds later, a red warning box popped up on the screen.

"Boss, what he said is true." Su Qing's face was a little grim. "The water quality monitoring data from Changxiang City Water Supply Company has been normal for the past three months. But Zero just hacked into their internal server and found a hidden parameter—'bioactivity value'—that has soared by 300% in the past week."

Poisoning the entire city? No, this is far more sophisticated than poisoning. It's about turning the entire Changxiang City into a giant, interconnected biological network.

"That's a great idea." Wang Minyu closed his notebook. "As a reward, I've decided to reduce your medical expenses."

He waved to Guanshan outside.

"Pack up this 'doctor' along with the 'patients' lying dead outside and send them to Captain Zhou. Remember to tell Captain Zhou that this was a 'friendly' academic exchange, and these people got a little emotional due to disagreements on academic viewpoints and fainted. Also, prepare a bill."

Wang Minyu counted on his fingers: "Hospital visit fee, compensation for emotional distress, cost of the ingredients for that 'Resurrection Soup,' and Su Qing's technical service fee... Rounding it down, charging 1.8 million isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Guan Shan grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and walked out carrying the K9, which looked like a dead dog.

After dealing with the S organization members, Wang Minyu did not rush to leave.

He walked to the pump house entrance and looked at the Wuling Hongguang that had disappeared at the end of the abandoned road.

That was the direction Wang Jianguo and Li Xiumei left in.

"Boss, are we really just letting them go like that?" Su Qing closed her laptop and walked behind him. "That agreement is legally binding, but for those kinds of people, they can tear it up at any time as long as there's profit to be made."

"Tear it up?" Wang Minyu pulled a lollipop from his pocket—Zhao Na had given it to him earlier, saying it could relieve low blood sugar—unwrapped it, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled, "They wouldn't dare."

Why?

"Because when I was blessing that car with 'good luck,' I casually put something in the air conditioning vent." Wang Minyu chewed the candy, the sweetness spreading in his mouth. "It's an aroma that Pierre extracted from 'fear mushrooms.' As long as they have any greedy thoughts or any bad ideas that are detrimental to me, that aroma will stimulate their amygdala, letting them experience what it means to feel 'palpitations, shortness of breath, and nightmares.'"

This is the best anti-theft lock.

Fear is a more binding force on people than morality.

"Let's go back to the shop." Wang Minyu stretched, his joints cracking. "This 'outpatient visit' today has left my back aching. I need to get Zhao Na to give me a massage when we get back, the kind that charges by the hour."

……

By the time I got back to Renxin Pharmacy, it was already completely dark.

The dim streetlights in the old neighborhood made the dilapidated sign of "Renxin Pharmacy" look like the entrance to a haunted house.

But for Wang Minyu, this is the place that makes him feel most at ease.

As soon as you enter, you are greeted by a rich, almost ethereal, aroma of burning.

Pierre was circling the large bronze cauldron, wielding a ladle like an alchemist.

Purple bubbles were bubbling in the pot. It was a "French Abyss Stew" he made with his "spoils" from this seizure—a few contaminated mutated mosses—and some high-end red wine he scavenged from the S organization's car.

"Boss! Welcome home!" Zhao Na, who had been dozing off at the counter, jumped up immediately upon hearing the noise, a suspicious trace of water still clinging to the corner of her mouth. "Why did you take so long? I thought you guys had been captured and dissected by the S organization!"

"Sliced ​​tea costs a different price." Wang Minyu placed the teacup on the counter. "What are we having for dinner tonight? Don't tell me it's that pot of purple poison."

"This is top-notch cuisine!" Pierre protested in broken Chinese. "It's called 'The Gaze of the Void'! It's rich in trace elements and can nourish the kidneys!"

Wang Minyu rolled his eyes. In this shop, everything could supposedly replenish kidney essence, as if every man in the world was lacking that one remedy.

"By the way, Master." Li Siyuan came down from the second floor, holding a copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" in his hand. "A strange patient came by earlier. He didn't register and just stood at the door for half an hour, staring blankly at our sign. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he came to 'listen to sounds'."

"Listen to the sound?" Wang Minyu paused.

"Hmm. He said our shop has a... very special frequency that can quiet the noise in his head." Li Siyuan scratched his head. "He was dressed quite well, but his dark circles were worse than a panda's. He left a business card before leaving, saying that if you come back, please be sure to contact him."

Wang Minyu took the business card.

The business card was pure black with a matte finish. It had no title on it, only a name and a phone number.

His name is Situ Zhen.

In the lower right corner of the name, there is a very small icon that is almost invisible if you don't look closely.

It was a wavy symbol, strikingly similar to the "frequency" that K9 described.

"Interesting." Wang Minyu stroked the symbol, feeling a slight stinging sensation on his fingertips—it was residual bioelectricity. "We just saw off a group of biologists, and now a group of musicians are here. Changxiang City is really getting more and more lively."

He casually tucked the business card into his notebook.

"Let's eat first. Whether they're gods or monsters, once they're on my turf, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low. If they dare to be a deadbeat and skip out on their bill, I'll show them what 'a doctor's benevolence' really means."

Looking at the pot of stew emitting eerie purple smoke, Wang Minyu actually felt a little hungry.

After all, he had spent a lot of time and effort talking about that 1.8 million bill.