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

Chapter 116 Expert, Your Wig is Crooked

The air in the room seemed to freeze for about three seconds, then burst into a buzzing sound like boiling water.

Jia Daoquan's face turned from liver red to ashen, and the lid of his teacup clattered onto the table.

He pointed at Li Siyuan in the audience, his fingers trembling as if he were having a Parkinson's attack: "Nonsense! Doping? Electroshock? This is a medical conference, it's all about evidence! You're just an intern without a license, what right do you have to spout nonsense here?"

Li Siyuan was somewhat bewildered by this huge accusation and subconsciously looked at Wang Minyu.

Wang Minyu didn't move, but simply changed the direction of his crossed legs, slowly took out a stainless steel mug from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of the cool water with mutated mint leaves floating inside.

"Evidence?" He put down his teacup, his voice not loud, but it carried a chilling edge. "Su Qing, go up and show the evidence to Dean Jia."

Upon hearing this, Su Qing's long legs, clad in black stockings, strode quickly, taking two steps onto the podium.

Without saying a word, she pulled a portable UV lamp from her pocket and shone it on the girl's ears, the inside of her wrists, and her neck.

Under the purple fluorescent light, the charred patch behind the girl's ear looked grotesque and terrifying, while the veins on her arm were covered with countless fluorescent needle marks.

"Electrical marks behind the ear, typical healing marks from high-current burns, often seen in so-called 'behavioral correction centers'." Su Qing's voice was as cold as reading an autopsy report. "Intravenous injection marks, arranged linearly, with phlebitis caused by repeated punctures. This is irrefutable evidence of long-term injections of methylphenidate or similar amphetamine-like drugs."

On the big screen, Su Qing's hand movements were broadcast live, causing an uproar throughout the venue.

The Western medicine experts sitting in the front row couldn't sit still any longer and started whispering among themselves.

The dermatology professor wearing a wig wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, because Su Qing had just casually shone a UV lamp on the top of his head, and the fluorescent reaction of the wig glue was as bright as a disco ball in a nightclub.

"This...this is impossible!" Jia Daoquan still stubbornly insisted, "Even so, it doesn't mean her current madness is due to this! Western medical instruments can't find anything—"

"The instruments can detect organic lesions, but they can't detect the evil in people's hearts." Wang Minyu finally stood up, patted the sunflower seed shells off his buttocks, and swayed as he walked onto the stage.

He walked up to the girl, who was in a lull in her manic state, making a gurgling sound in her throat and with unfocused eyes.

"Traditional Chinese medicine calls it 'phlegm obstructing the mind,' while Western medicine calls it 'drug-induced mental disorder.'" Wang Minyu looked at Jia Daoquan, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Dean Jia, for this kind of illness, your expensive Angong Niuhuang Wan probably won't work. We'll have to use some strong medicine."

"What kind of potent medicine?" Jia Daoquan asked instinctively.

Wang Minyu turned to look at Guan Shan, who was holding a jar in the audience, and snapped his fingers: "Serve the food."

Guan Shan responded honestly, carrying the jar wrapped in layers of black cloth, and pushed his way through the crowd like a bulldozer to the podium.

"Experts, please make sure your masks are on properly," Wang Minyu kindly reminded them. "This is the prized possession of our Renxin Pharmacy, a cure for all kinds of 'pretending to be asleep' and 'being confused'."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Minyu reached out and lifted the seal on the jar.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a tangible, invisible odor, like a ferocious beast sealed for a thousand years, bursting out of the jar in an instant.

What kind of taste does it have?

A young female doctor in the front row rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

Jia Daoquan's expression instantly twisted, as if someone had stuffed a pair of smelly socks he had worn for ten years up his nostrils and poured a spoonful of expired canned herring down his throat.

This is not just a foul odor; it is an aggressive biochemical attack that can directly penetrate the blood-brain barrier.

"vomit--"

The sound of retching echoed throughout the venue.

The experts, who were originally dressed impeccably, now disregarded their image and covered their mouths and noses as they backed away, as if the jar contained nuclear waste.

The girl strapped to the wheelchair, who had been growling, froze the moment she smelled the odor.

The next second, she suddenly opened her mouth wide, her chest heaving violently, and then—

"Wow!"

A stream of yellowish-green bile mixed with the residue in her stomach was violently vomited out by her.

Guan Shan reacted quickly, producing a large plastic basin from who-knows-where and catching it steadily.

As the vomit was expelled, the girl's originally rosy complexion quickly faded and turned pale.

That wild, beast-like gaze gradually focused, finally settling on a look of confusion and weakness.

"Where...where am I?" the girl asked weakly, her voice hoarse.

The entire room fell silent.

Only that overpowering stench still lingered in the air.

"Awake? That's good." Wang Minyu calmly closed the jar, casually took a mint from Guan Shan's pocket and popped it into the girl's mouth. "That was 'aromatic awakening,' although the taste was a bit strong, it worked better than electric shocks."

At that moment, a middle-aged couple rushed up from below the stage.

The woman, adorned with gold and silver, didn't even ask about the child's health before grabbing the girl's shoulders and shouting, "Lili! Are you awake? Can you still take tomorrow's mock exam? Teacher Wang said that if you don't get into the top ten in the grade this time, you'll have to do extra practice!"

The girl's eyes, which had just regained their clarity, constricted sharply the moment she heard the word "exam," and her body began to tremble again.

Wang Minyu's eyes turned cold. He reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist, pressing his thumb on her "Neiguan" acupoint with a little force.

"Ouch!" the woman cried out, forced to release her grip.

"The child just vomited the poison out of his brain, and you want to force it back in?" Wang Minyu stared at the parents, his voice not loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of those around him. "The electric shock injury behind his ear, you signed the consent form, didn't you? The long-term injection of stimulants, you tacitly approved of that too, didn't you? This child wasn't possessed by a ghost, he was driven insane by you two vampires."

He released her hand, took a business card from his white coat pocket, and stuffed it into the girl's hand. His tone instantly softened: "Girl, this has the phone numbers for the police and the Women's Federation, as well as the address of our pharmacy. If those two dare to force you to take your medicine or electrocute you again, call the numbers on this. Or come find that bald uncle; he used to be a gangster, and he loves to reason with people."

Guan Shan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and his fierce face scared the parents so much that they took three steps back.

Wang Minyu turned around, looked at Jia Daoquan who was pale and still retching, and gestured for him to leave: "Dean Jia, I guess I passed the 'Dialectical Treatment' assessment? If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave. This jar of brine is too precious; it might affect everyone's academic cultivation."

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his disciples away.

Behind me, in the banquet hall of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, the lingering aroma lingered for three days.