webnovelvip Chapter 220 Unplugging the Network Cable and Physical Virus Removal
Chapter 220 Unplugging the Network Cable and Physical Virus Removal
The night wind rustled through the half-open window, making the medical records on the table rustle.
The line of English warning text, composed of low-level code, loomed across Wang Minyu's retina, a deep blue, glaring sight.
Su Qing stood in front of the monitor in the second-floor computer room, her fingers tapping on the keyboard, leaving afterimages, while the screen displayed a waterfall of garbled text.
"Master, the enemy's infiltration level is too high. Our defense protocols are being rewritten line by line." Sweat beaded on Su Qing's forehead as he spoke rapidly, "They've identified our servers as redundant junk and are executing a liquidation process."
Wang Minyu leaned back in his chair, picked up the stainless steel tea mug, and took a sip.
The water cooled down, and the shriveled goji berries turned white and tasteless when bitten.
"What's interesting is that these guys who call themselves 'cosmic order maintainers' behave no differently than street thugs who collect protection money." Wang Minyu put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the electrical distribution box in the corner of the server room.
"Master, I can hold on for another three minutes..." Su Qing's fingers flew across the keyboard.
Wang Minyu didn't reply. He raised his hand, grasped the insulated handle of the main switch, and pulled it down.
"Click".
The entire building was plunged into darkness.
The monitor screen is black, and the computer fan has stopped spinning.
The arrogant English warning line on my retina also receded like the tide, having lost its spiritual connection.
The world is quiet.
Su Qing stood frozen in place, her hands still hovering over the keyboard.
In the darkness, only the faint light from the streetlights outside the window shone through.
"Even the most advanced hacking techniques are vulnerable to physical network outages." Wang Minyu, using the moonlight, slowly adjusted the collar of his white lab coat. "They want to use the network cable to format us? Then dig up the path. As for my auxiliary tool…"
He pointed to his head.
The system panel has indeed disappeared.
Without the notification from the [Aura Observation] skill, without the quest progress bar, and even the storage space has temporarily lost its sense of presence.
"It's been forced into hibernation. But it's alright." Wang Minyu turned and went downstairs. "It's just a tool. Did you really think I couldn't treat illnesses without reading the instructions?"
The next morning, Changxiang City was greeted by its first dense fog of autumn.
Renxin Pharmacy remains open as usual.
Old Liu was sweeping the dust off the counter with a feather duster, humming a Huangmei Opera tune out of tune.
The pedestrian street outside the gate, which had been purchased, was already under construction with barriers erected, and the "Philosopher Construction Team" was working hard inside, mixing cement.
The wind chimes rang.
A man wearing a gray trench coat pushed open the door and entered.
The man was of medium build, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried a black briefcase.
His walking posture is very special; he lands on his toes first, and his steps are as light as a cat's.
Wang Minyu sat on his special little stool, flipping through a yellowed copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" (Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic).
There was no system notification sound, but the moment he looked up, he had already completed a preliminary profile of this person in his mind.
The respiratory rate is sixteen breaths per minute, which is extremely stable.
When the pupils are exposed to indoor light, they contract 0.2 seconds slower than normal. There is a slight drooping sensation in the left pocket of the trench coat.
Most importantly, this person had a very faint smell, similar to the smell of coolant in a computer room.
"Buy medicine or see a doctor?" Wang Minyu closed the book.
The man in the trench coat walked to the counter, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Seeing a doctor. I've been having headaches lately, and my mind is scattered. I heard that Dr. Wang specializes in treating difficult and complicated cases."
"Hold out your hand." Wang Minyu pointed to the pulse pillow on the counter.
The man did as he was told and extended his right hand.
The fingers are long and slender, with no calluses on the fingertips, but this hand is so steady, as steady as a mechanical arm.
Wang Minyu got on his heels.
Without the intuitive data of a system panel, it relies entirely on the touch of your fingertips.
The pulse is taut and rapid, like pressing a zither string.
But beneath this rapid pace lies a very subtle sense of stagnation. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, this is called "hesitant pulse," a manifestation of qi stagnation and blood stasis.
However, according to modern medicine and Wang Minyu's experience, this is a characteristic of periodic blockage of myocardial blood supply caused by long-term use of a certain potent neurodepressant.
"You don't have a headache." Wang Minyu withdrew his hand, picked up a pen and casually drew circles on the prescription. "Your brain's 'receiver' is malfunctioning. Frequent reception of high-frequency signals is causing your hippocampus to overload. If I'm not mistaken, you wake up at three o'clock every morning, accompanied by mild tinnitus."
The man in the trench coat paused for half a second.
In just that half-second, Wang Minyu's deduction was confirmed.
"Dr. Wang truly lives up to his reputation." The man smiled, a smile so perfect it seemed measured with a ruler. "Now that you've identified the cause of the illness, is there a cure?"
"Yes, I do." Wang Minyu opened a drawer, took out a package wrapped in kraft paper, and pushed it in front of the other person. "However, this medicine is a bit special. It has to be taken with music."
The man looked at the packet of medicine but didn't touch it: "What kind of music is that?"
Wang Minyu pressed a remote control under the counter.
The speakers installed in the four corners of the pharmacy simultaneously unleashed a deafening suona horn sound.
That was a "heavy metal remix of folk weddings and funerals" that Situ Zhen had just mixed yesterday.
The high-pitched, shrill, and illogical notes sounded like ten thousand ducks running wildly in a confined space.
The man in the trench coat's expression changed.
His pride in his composure began to crack under the onslaught of these unpredictable sonic waves.
He originally planned to implant a "logical deadlock" instruction into Wang Minyu during the conversation through specific language rhythm and micro-expressions, thus completing the "physical disinfection".
But now, the sound of the suona completely drowns out his speech.
"What do you mean by this?" the man raised his voice, trying to fight the noise.
"I'll cure your illness." Wang Minyu stood up, walked around the counter, and held a three-inch-long silver needle in his hand. "Your brain is used to a highly ordered flow of information. The disorderliness of this folk art can effectively break the deadlock in your neurons."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Minyu made his move.
Even without the aid of a system, his movements were still terrifyingly precise.
The silver needle was inserted into the Yifeng acupoint behind the man's ear with extremely fast technique, twisting and lifting in one smooth motion.
The man felt a loud "buzz" in his ears, and the sound of the suona was amplified tenfold, piercing his eardrums and exploding in his brain.
His prized nerve suppressants failed, and the emotions and pain that had been forcibly suppressed surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
"Ah!" The man covered his ears, squatted on the ground in pain, and his briefcase fell to the ground, from which several syringes filled with blue liquid rolled out.
Mr. Liu, startled, hid behind the counter: "Xiao Wang, what's wrong with this person? Is he having an epileptic seizure?"
"It's nothing, just a detox reaction." Wang Minyu pulled out the silver needles, looking down at the man rolling on the ground. "Go back and tell that librarian of yours that I've cut off the internet in Changxiang City. If he wants to investigate and kill me, let him buy a standing ticket and come here himself. Sending you low-level code from antivirus software isn't enough."
The man rolled on the ground in pain, his once calm face now filled with fear, anger, and humiliation.
This is exactly what Wang Minyu needs.
Although the system was dormant, he knew that the energy of emotions objectively existed.
He could sense a massive and extremely chaotic negative emotion emanating continuously from the man.
Wang Minyu pulled a blue crystal, about the size of a fingernail, from his pocket. It was a trophy he had brought back from the S organization's base. He placed the crystal on the man's forehead.
The moment the crystal touched the skin, it burst forth with a dazzling blue light, greedily absorbing this emotional energy.
The man's convulsions gradually stopped, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Wang Minyu tossed the now scalding hot crystal in his hand and turned to look towards the backyard.
"Enough fuel. Time to restart the server."