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

Chapter 38 This disease wasn't on the test results.

The pace of life in Changxiang City has slowed down.

It wasn't the leisurely slowness, but rather a stagnant feeling, like a clockwork that had rusted.

The registration line at Renxin Pharmacy was still very long, but it was unusually quiet today.

The usual clamor of middle-aged women exchanging information about supermarket discounts was gone; everyone had their heads down, their eyelids drooping, as if they had all stayed up for three nights in a row.

"Number thirty-five," Zhao Na called out, her voice sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet shop.

A middle-aged man in a suit slowly moved over, but before he even reached the counter, his legs gave way and he knelt down in front of Wang Minyu. His head slammed onto the table with a "thud," and he began to snore.

"Fell asleep instantly?" Li Siyuan was startled and quickly went to pat him. "Sir? Wake up!"

The man groggily raised his head, drool dripping from his mouth: "Huh? Oh...it's my turn? Doctor, I'm not sick, I'm just sleepy...so sleepy..."

This is the tenth patient with "narcolepsy" this morning.

Wang Minyu remained silent as the system panel unfolded before him, revealing alarming scan results.

[Symptoms: Fungal neurogenic hibernation (early stage)]

[Pathogen: Mutant Aspergillus spores]

[Transmission routes: inhalation, contact with humid environments]

[Pathology: Dampness and turbidity obscure the sensory orifices, while bacterial toxins paralyze the central nervous system.]

"This isn't just ordinary tiredness." Wang Minyu reached out and lifted the man's eyelids. His pupils were slightly dilated, and the whites of his eyes were covered with grayish-brown blood vessels. "His tongue coating is thick and greasy like accumulated powder, and his pulse is weak and slow, as if he were being dragged through muddy water."

"Dampness traps the spleen, preventing the clear yang from rising," Li Siyuan quickly gave a traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis. "But Dr. Wang, this is too large a scale. If it were the flu, there should be fever symptoms, but these people all have normal body temperatures."

Just then, a white car with the words "Municipal Center for Disease Control and Prevention" printed on it stopped at the entrance.

The car door opened, and several people in protective suits got out. The leader was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and neatly combed hair.

"Who is Wang Minyu?" The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance and scrutiny.

"That's me." Wang Minyu remained seated in the chair. "The doctor's appointment is in line, and the registration fee is one hundred."

The middle-aged man sneered: "I am Zhang Wei, the director of the Department of Neurology at the First Municipal Hospital. I am also the leader of the investigation team for this case of unexplained narcolepsy. We received a report that your facility has a large number of suspected cases and is involved in illegal medical practice and delays in treatment."

Zhang Wei glanced around at the drowsy patients in the shop, his brow furrowed. "This is clearly a precursor to some new type of viral encephalitis. And you're still here taking pulses? This is utter nonsense! Close the shop immediately, and transfer all patients to the First Municipal Hospital for isolation and treatment!"

"Viral encephalitis?" Wang Minyu laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Director Zhang, did you do a lumbar puncture? Did you check the cerebrospinal fluid? Did you do nucleic acid sequencing? You have no data at all, yet you're just spouting off about a virus. Have you lost all your scientific rigor?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback, his face flushing red: "This is a reasonable inference based on clinical manifestations! These are extraordinary times..."

"Very bad my foot." Wang Minyu interrupted him, stood up, and walked to the suit-wearing man who was still dozing off. "If it were viral encephalitis, there would be severe headaches, projectile vomiting, and neck stiffness. Look at him, his neck is as limp as a noodle, and apart from being sleepy, he has no signs of meningeal irritation."

Wang Minyu turned around and looked directly at Zhang Wei: "This isn't a virus, it's poisoning. Or, in traditional Chinese medicine terms, it's 'miasma'."

"Miasma? What era are we living in that we're still talking about this?" Zhang Wei said as if he'd heard a joke. "Are you trying to say there's demonic energy here?"

"You can understand it this way." Wang Minyu was too lazy to explain the mutated mold detected by the system. "This kind of disease can't be detected on your test results. By the time you've cultured the bacteria in the petri dish, half the people in this city will be asleep, and dead in their sleep."

"That's alarmist!" Zhang Wei waved his hand. "Take them away! Seize this place!"

Several people in uniform were about to step forward.

"Wait a minute."

Shen Jia, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up.

Although she was still trembling a little, her eyes were unusually firm.

She took out her phone, dialed a number, and then handed the phone to Zhang Wei.

"I...I am Shen Jia. This is my father Shen Wanshan's phone number, or...Director Zhao of the Municipal Health Bureau's phone number. You can choose one."

Zhang Wei was stunned.

The Shen family? The Shen family that donated two buildings to the First Municipal Hospital?

He took the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and his face instantly turned deathly pale. He nodded and bowed repeatedly, "Yes...yes...Mr. Shen, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding...we were having an academic discussion...yes, yes..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wei's gaze towards Wang Minyu changed, filled with resentment and apprehension: "Fine, since you have powerful connections, I'll give you face. But if someone dies, you'll bear full responsibility!"

After saying that, he and his men slunk away.

The shop quieted down again.

Shen Jia seemed to have used up all her strength, collapsing onto the bench, her face deathly pale.

"Well done." Wang Minyu tossed her a throat lozenge. "You can skip the bench fee today."

"Dr. Wang," Li Siyuan leaned closer, his expression grave, "Although Director Zhang is annoying, he's not wrong. If it's not a virus, then what is it? If it's 'miasma,' which is fungal toxin, what medicine should we use? Huoxiang Zhengqi Water? I don't think that's strong enough."

Wang Minyu looked at the increasingly thick gray-green fog outside the window, a strange smile curving his lips.

"Huoxiang Zhengqi Water is indeed not enough."

He opened the system shop and focused his gaze on the special recipe that had just been unlocked and cost 5000 emotion points.

【Item Name: Revitalizing Fermentation Liquid (Enhanced Version)】

[Ingredients: Century-old brine, over-fermented soybeans, mysterious herbal juice...]

[Efficacy: Specifically treats various types of fungal coma, refreshes the mind, and delivers a powerful shock.]

[Note: The smell is extremely strong; wearing a gas mask is recommended when handling this item.]

"Siyuan, Zhao Na." Wang Minyu turned around, his eyes flashing with a light that made the two interns' hearts tremble.

"exist!"

"Go and buy me all the braising liquid from Aunt Wang's stinky tofu stall in the west of the city. Remember, the stinkier the better, preferably the kind that's been aged for years, the kind that makes your mouth water just by smelling it."

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance, both seeing deep despair in each other's eyes.

"Dr. Wang... are you trying to... fight poison with poison?"

"No," Wang Minyu said seriously, "this is called 'fragrance' awakening."