novelraw Chapter 77 Pickled Cabbage and the "Corps" Forced to Operate
Chapter 77 Pickled Cabbage and the "Corps" Forced to Operate
The backyard of Renxin Pharmacy now looks more like a combination of a biohazard scene and a farmers' market.
On the left is a vibrant system medicine field, where mutated mint grows taller than a person, its leaves adorned with glistening dewdrops, radiating a refreshing coolness.
On the right is a huge earthenware jar that was originally used to pickle sauerkraut, a specialty of Changxiang City.
There was no pickled cabbage in the jar, and only one person was there.
The "living dead" brought back from the parking lot was now only showing its head, submerged in dark brown acidic water.
The sour water is a mixture of high-concentration acetic acid from the system, unripe plum juice, and some unidentifiable fermented herbs.
"Master, this... won't it marinate properly?" Zhao Na covered her nose, standing three meters away.
"It's best when it's fully absorbed." Wang Minyu squatted by the vat, holding a long spoon in his hand, occasionally pouring a spoonful of acidic water over the man's head. "This is called the 'acid astringency method.' Since his energy is leaking out wildly, we'll use an extremely acidic substance to seal off all his pores and meridians, and force him to hold back his breath."
Although the person in the vat was unconscious, his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that being completely immersed in vinegar essence was not a pleasant experience.
"This tangy flavor is the real deal." Guan Shan, who was eating a steamed bun, was watching this scene and was still able to eat his meal.
Su Qing was examining the sample taken from the jar under a microscope: "It's effective. The activity of the neurotoxin in his body has decreased by 80%. However, his skin has begun to keratinize, which may leave sequelae."
"What are the aftereffects?"
"He'll become a 'sour person.' From now on, even a mosquito bite will kill him with its acidity."
Wang Minyu shrugged: "That's perfect, saves us the money we would have spent on mosquito repellent."
Just then, a pig-like scream came from the front hall.
"Dr. Wang! Your Majesty! Come out quickly! Someone's brought money... no, they've brought a banner!"
Wang Minyu tossed the spoon to Guan Shan, wiped his hands, and leisurely strolled to the front hall.
Qian Dafa was dressed in a flamboyant pink suit, followed by two bodyguards who carried a huge plaque with four gold-plated characters: "Reincarnation of Hua Tuo".
But that's not the main point. The main point is the silver briefcase that Qian Dafu is carrying.
"Brother Wang! Oh, my dear brother!" As soon as Qian Dafa saw Wang Minyu, he rushed over to hug him, but Wang Minyu pushed him away with a finger to his forehead in disgust.
"Speak your mind, don't touch me. I'm a germaphobe."
"Hehe, I'm just excited." Qian Dafa slammed his suitcase on the counter. "I've heard about that land. Someone wants to mess with you? No way! Although I don't know anything about medicine, no one dares to hold me by the throat in Changxiang City."
He opened the box with a "click".
Inside were stacks of pink banknotes and several documents.
"This is the transfer contract for that piece of land. I've already pulled some strings and it's registered directly in your name. This million in cash is for your 'emotional distress.' Also..." Qian Dafu leaned closer mysteriously, "I've gotten you a batch of special 'fertilizer.'"
Wang Minyu's eyelids twitched: "What fertilizer?"
"You know I'm in real estate. A few days ago, while digging the foundation, we unearthed an ancient tomb... cough cough, no, it was an ancient 'medicine dregs pit.' The soil was so black it was practically dripping with oil, and it smelled strongly of medicine. I figured you grow medicinal herbs here, so I had a truckload of them brought over."
A system notification sound suddenly rang out:
[High-quality aged medicinal soil detected! Contains 500 years of medicinal essence, which can significantly shorten the growth cycle of medicinal herbs!]
Wang Minyu's eyes lit up. This money-making scheme, though vulgar, was charmingly vulgar.
"Old Qian, you're almost fully recovered, you even brought me some soil now." Wang Minyu patted Qian Dafa on the shoulder and casually pushed the box of money to Boss Liu, who was still in a daze. "Deposit it. Get Boss Qian a VIP card, he'll get a 2% discount on medical treatment from now on."
"Only 2% off?" Qian Dafa exclaimed, his eyes wide.
Be content. I won't accept money from others.
After seeing Qian Dafa off, Wang Minyu immediately instructed Guan Shan to unload the truckload of "medicinal soil" in the backyard.
When the black soil was spread into the system's medicinal field, the mutated herbs seemed to be injected with chicken blood, visibly growing taller.
"This is the joy of farming!" Wang Minyu exclaimed.
However, happiness is always fleeting.
At 3 p.m., a luxury RV with out-of-town license plates pulled up in front of the pharmacy.
The car door opened, and four bodyguards in black suits got out first, followed by a man wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, who was wrapped up like a dumpling.
Even so, you can still see that the back of his exposed hand has a strange bluish-gray hue.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Wang here?" The man's voice was low and filled with despair.
Just as Li Siyuan was about to say "register and wait in line," Wang Minyu had already stood up from behind the counter.
He activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
The man before them radiated a cold, silvery light in the system's view.
His internal organs and even bones were filled with a large amount of silver ions.
[Special Case: Severe Filophilia. The patient developed permanent discoloration of the skin and internal organs due to long-term use of homemade colloidal silver.]
"The Smurfs?" Wang Minyu blurted out.
The man froze, took off his sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes and—a face that was a bright blue.
It wasn't the sickly bluish-purple, but a pure blue like that of an Avatar.
The other patients in the pharmacy were startled, and some even took out their phones to take pictures.
"Don't film!" the man shouted, and his bodyguard immediately rushed forward to block the camera.
"Let him in." Wang Minyu pointed to the "truth chair." "Guan Shan, clear the area. We're not taking any customers this afternoon; a big deal has come in."
The man walked into the consultation room, and before he could even sit down, he knelt down with a "plop".
"Dr. Wang, save me! I have money, I have plenty of money! I'll give you any amount of money as long as you can make me a normal person again!"
Wang Minyu helped him up and pressed him into a chair: "Don't talk about money yet. Tell me, how much silver water did you drink?"
The man trembled as he held up three fingers: "Three...three years. One liter a day."
"You're quite the character," Wang Minyu exclaimed in amazement. "In your pursuit of health, you've turned yourself into the periodic table. Do you know that silver ions can't be excreted from the body? You're practically a walking, talking silver ingot; you could be cremated and mined into two ounces of silver."
"I know... I've been to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Mayo Clinic, and they both said it's hopeless. The only thing they can do is laser skin resurfacing, but that will only lighten it, not cure it." The man cried, "But next week is my daughter's wedding! I'm the richest man in the world, I have to save face! I can't go to her wedding with this blue face, people will laugh at me!"
It turns out she's a doting father who cares a lot about his image.
Wang Minyu touched his chin.
Conventional treatments were indeed ineffective; the silver ions had already bound to the protein.
However, he has a system.
There was also a large vat where "living dead" were being pickled.
"It can be cured," Wang Minyu uttered.
The man's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?!"
"But the process will be painful, and very... shameful." Wang Minyu revealed a devilish smile, "And, I need to pickle you like salted vegetables."
"I'd be willing to be cured into bacon just to get my skin back!"
"Okay." Wang Minyu snapped his fingers. "Su Qing, get the scalpel ready. Guan Shan, go clear out half of that vat in the backyard where people are pickling. Let's have a 'double'."
"A double-flavored?" Li Siyuan looked at his master in horror. "Master, there's a rabid dog in that jar too!"
"What are you afraid of? Acid can kill bacteria." Wang Minyu took out a packet of sodium thiosulfate from the drawer and grabbed a handful of mutated mint. "This is called 'displacement therapy.' Since we can't get the money out, we'll use something even more potent to 'fish' it out."