SEC Chapter 51 The Doctor's Battlefield Is Not in the Operating Room
Chapter 51 The Doctor's Battlefield Is Not in the Operating Room
Zhao Weiguo is not a fool.
He glanced at the overturned coffin, then at Zhao Si's face, which was filled with fear, and roughly understood what was going on.
"Alright, since you're here to see a doctor, hurry up and leave after you're done. Don't block the road." Zhao Weiguo waved his hand, signaling his men to disperse the crowd.
He walked up to Wang Minyu and lowered his voice, "Dr. Wang, you've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Although the steak knife incident has subsided, there are still quite a few people watching you. You should be a little more discreet about these kinds of tactics."
"I know what I'm doing." Wang Minyu handed him a cup of iced tea. "Thanks."
Zhao Weiguo took the tea and gave a wry smile: "I'm afraid you'll ruin them. That Li Ergou from last time is still having nightmares in the detention center."
The medical dispute has subsided, but Renxin Pharmacy's "bad reputation" has only grown stronger.
The online sentiment has subtly shifted. The initial skepticism surrounding Wang Minyu's alleged "illegal medical practice" was drowned out by the video featuring "Guan Shan lifting a coffin, Su Qing applying acupressure, and Wang Minyu defeating the enemy with a single needle." Netizens have been creating their own memes and jokes.
This isn't a pharmacy, it's more like the Dragon Gate Inn!
[It is recommended that this unit be included in the list of designated medical insurance target units.]
That nurse is so cool! I want her to give me a shot!
[Upstairs, that's a forensic doctor. He stabbed you to perform an autopsy.]
Despite the lively atmosphere, Wang Minyu knew that the real crisis was not yet over.
Zhao Si was just a lackey who did things for money; the person behind him hadn't shown up yet.
The restaurant was unusually quiet during dinner time.
Guan Shan devoured six boxed lunches by himself and is now happily picking his teeth.
Su Qing was reading a book in the corner. The book was titled "Mechanical Analysis of Human Skeletal Muscles and Striking Techniques".
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na were writing self-criticisms in misery—because their first reaction during the medical dispute was to close the door rather than fight.
"Master, are we being too cowardly?" Li Siyuan asked cautiously.
"It's normal to be a coward." Wang Minyu picked up a piece of braised pork. "Doctors are for saving lives, not killing them. Your hands are for holding scalpels, not watermelon knives. Leave fighting to the professionals."
He pointed at Guan Shan. Guan Shan smiled憨厚ly and showed off his biceps.
"However," Wang Minyu changed the subject, "a doctor's battlefield isn't just in the operating room. Sometimes, the human heart is harder to heal than a virus. Faced with such malicious attacks, if you only back down, your scalpels will become dull."
Li Siyuan seemed to be deep in thought.
Just then, someone walked in through the door.
It wasn't a patient, but an elderly man dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, carrying an exquisite gift box.
His hair was gray, but he was in good spirits and walked with a brisk pace.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Wang Minyu here?" the old man asked in a loud and clear voice.
Wang Minyu activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
Sun Botong, 68 years old, Vice President of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, 18th generation successor of "Huichuntang". [Status: Qi and blood are in harmony, but heart fire is slightly excessive.] [Purpose: To test and recruit him.]
"That's me." Wang Minyu didn't get up; he remained seated in the chair.
Sun Botong sized up the young man, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He's too young, and he doesn't have the "old age" often associated with traditional Chinese medicine practitioners; instead, he exudes a cynical and roguish charm.
"I am Sun Botong." The old man placed the gift box on the counter. "I was entrusted by someone, and also for the sake of the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine, to come and take a look."
"Who entrusted you with this?" Wang Minyu asked.
"Chairman Zhao of Kangmei Pharmaceutical," Sun Botong said bluntly, "that's the father of Dean Zhao Dezhu. Today's medical disturbance, although the methods were a bit underhanded, is because you took away someone else's business."
"A cake?" Wang Minyu laughed. "You mean, I saved that girl and stole business from their hospital? Or did I cure the diseases they couldn't cure, making them look incompetent?"
Sun Botong frowned: "Young man, don't speak so definitively. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes harmony and prosperity. Your medical skills are indeed excellent, but your methods are too unorthodox. Chairman Zhao's idea is that if you're willing, you can join Kangmei Group with an annual salary of five million and a specialist studio. Just don't do these... attention-seeking treatments anymore."
"Five million?" Li Siyuan gasped.
Wang Minyu didn't even blink: "Elder Sun, you are a senior in traditional Chinese medicine. I have a question for you."
"Speaking."
"If a patient is dying and you only have a steak knife, would you cut the steak or not?"
Sun Botong was silent for a moment: "According to the rules, we can't cut it. The risk is too great. If we get infected or make a mistake, we'll be ruined."
"So, you'll watch her die?"
"I will call an ambulance. I will do my best and leave the rest to fate," Sun Botong replied confidently.
"That means watching her die." Wang Minyu stood up and walked to Sun Botong. "That's the difference between you and me. You cultivate 'rules,' I cultivate 'fate.' As for the five million, you can take it back. Tell Chairman Zhao that I don't like cake, I only like chives."
Sun Botong's face darkened: "Young man, pride comes before a fall. If you offend Kangmei and the Association in Changxiang City, your future will be very difficult. Your supply of medicinal herbs, your annual license renewal, and even your rent and utilities could all be in trouble."
This is a blatant threat.
Before Wang Minyu could speak, Guan Shan suddenly stood up, casting a huge shadow over Sun Botong.
"Old man, are you threatening my boss?" Guan Shan clenched his fist.
"Guan Shan, sit down." Wang Minyu stopped him, then turned to look at Sun Botong, his eyes sharpening. "Old Sun, when you came in just now, your left leg seemed a little dragging. If I'm not mistaken, have you been feeling a dull ache on the inside of your left knee while practicing 'Five Animal Frolics' lately? That's a sign of meniscus wear. At your age, you should worry less about other people's business and take better care of your knees."
Sun Botong was greatly alarmed.
This young man saw through his hidden ailment at a glance?
"Show them out," Wang Minyu ordered.
Sun Botong gave Wang Minyu a deep look, picked up the gift box, and turned to leave.
As he reached the door, he stopped and sighed, "What a waste of all that skill. Take care of yourself."
After Sun Botong left, Zhao Na asked worriedly, "Master, now that we've offended the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, will we be unable to buy medicine in the future?"
"Can't buy them?" Wang Minyu smiled and pointed to the backyard. "We'll grow them ourselves. Besides, who says we have to use their channels? In this world, as long as it's effective, the patients are the best source."
He sat back down in his chair and opened the system panel.
[Triggered a chain of quests: Break the monopoly.] [Quest objective: Establish an independent medicinal herb supply chain, or force Kangmei Pharmaceutical to kneel and swear allegiance.] [Current progress: 0%.] [Rewards: Intermediate medicinal herb field (can grow rare spiritual herbs), fragments of the lost ancient formula "Qing Nang Shu".]
"Looks like we're about to make some big moves," Wang Minyu muttered to himself.
Just then, Su Qing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Boss, there was a strange smell on that old man just now."
"What does it taste like?"
"A musty, musky scent mixed with... a rotten sweetness." Su Qing frowned. "That's the smell left by long-term exposure to some kind of illegal drug. That 'Huichuntang' might not be clean."
Wang Minyu's eyes lit up.
"That's interesting." He picked up his teacup and nudged the surgical scissors in Su Qing's hand. "It seems we not only have to harvest the chives, but also weed them while we're at it."
As night deepened, the signboard of Renxin Pharmacy swayed slightly in the wind.
The old street was dimly lit, but inside this small shop, a storm was brewing that would soon sweep through the entire Changsha medical industry.
At that moment, Guan Shan was squatting by the door, staring blankly at the pot of mutated mint: "Boss, can I stir-fry this herb with eggs? I'm hungry."