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

Chapter 118 Lies are the best fertilizer

The early summer in Changxiang City was sultry, and the cicadas chirping in the old locust trees were quite annoying.

The earthy smell in the backyard of Renxin Pharmacy was stronger than usual.

Wang Minyu squatted in the corner, holding a small shovel, staring blankly at the patch of black soil that had just been turned over.

The "Bewitching Grass" seeds that the system rewarded me with—a mutated variety whose scientific name should be "Truthful Agave"—have been planted for three days now, and there's been no sign of anything happening.

"Master, is this soil too acidic?" Li Siyuan asked, his eyes dark with dark circles, holding a pH test strip. "I just tested it, and the pH is 7.2, which should be suitable for most herbaceous plants."

Wang Minyu didn't turn around, but patted the soil with a shovel: "It's not a matter of acidity or alkalinity, it's that this soil is too 'clean'."

"Clean?" Zhao Na was struggling to carry a bucket of fermented rice water over, almost spilling it on her feet. "This is special humus soil that Old Cai brought from Jingxin Garden. I can smell the stale, rotten leaves. Isn't it fertile enough?"

"This thing doesn't eat nitrogen, phosphorus, or potassium." Wang Minyu stood up, patted the mud off his hands, and said, "The system manual says that Truth Grass prefers shade and dislikes light. It needs to be irrigated with 'hypocrisy' and 'lies.' Only in an environment full of deception can it bloom into a flower that speaks the truth."

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged bewildered glances. Although they were used to their master's ramblings, using "lies" as fertilizer was somewhat beyond the scope of "botany."

"So... are we going to lie to the soil?" Li Siyuan asked tentatively, then squatted down and said to the soil in a serious tone, "I am the richest man in the world, I have eight-pack abs, and I don't lose my hair."

There was no reaction in the soil.

Wang Minyu gave him a disdainful look: "What you're doing is daydreaming, not lying. A lie has to be deceptive, it has to have a specific magnetic field."

Just then, a commotion arose in the front hall.

"Wow, this must be the legendary Renxin Pharmacy! Seeing is believing. The decor and style are truly a breath of fresh air in this bustling city—understated luxury with sophistication!"

A man dressed in flashy clothes and with his hair slicked back walked in.

He was as quick-witted as a machine gun, carrying two fruit baskets in his hand. He smiled at everyone he met, and his smile was so perfect it looked like it had been measured with a ruler, showing exactly eight teeth, but disappearing before it even reached his eyes.

"I'm the sales director of Hongda Luxury Cars, just call me Xiao Wu." The man placed the fruit basket on the counter and, in a familiar manner, reached out to shake Su Qing's hand. "This beautiful head nurse has an amazing presence. Haven't we met somewhere before? At a car show? Or a modeling competition?"

Su Qing was wiping a pair of hemostats. Without even looking up, she coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

Xiao Wu's smile didn't even falter for a moment, and he smoothly changed the subject: "You've got personality! I love clients with personality. Oh, this sturdy fellow—" He looked at Guan Shan, who was squatting by the door eating watermelon, "With that physique, it's a waste that he doesn't drive a Hummer! We just got a Black Warrior version, it was tailor-made for you..."

Guan Shan spat out a watermelon seed, hitting Xiao Wu precisely at his feet: "No money. Can only afford watermelon."

"No money? No problem! We have zero down payment and zero interest, it's no big deal!" Xiao Wu was about to boast again when suddenly his face changed, and he clutched his cheek, "Ouch..."

Wang Minyu walked out of the backyard, still holding the small shovel covered in mud. A line of red text flashed above Xiao Wu's head on the system panel.

[Patient: Wu Youde]

[Occupation: Top-performing car salesperson]

[Symptoms: Severe temporomandibular joint disorder, vocal cord nodules, habitual facial muscle spasms]

[Causes: Prolonged high-intensity speaking, overuse of facial muscles used for faking smiles, and mild dissociation between the cerebral cortex and language center due to long-term fabrication of false information.]

"It's here." Wang Minyu's lips curled into a playful smile. "The top-quality fertilizer has arrived."

Upon seeing Wang Minyu in his white coat, Wu Youde immediately approached, forcing a professional, fake smile despite the sharp pain in his cheek: "Dr. Wang, is that right? I've heard so much about you! Actually, besides seeing a doctor, I mainly wanted to discuss a collaboration with you today. You're quite the celebrity in Changxiang City now; how could you possibly be worthy of your status without driving a Maybach? I happen to have a spot available..."

"Shut up." Wang Minyu threw the small shovel onto the counter.

Wu Youde paused for a moment, and was about to speak again, "Dr. Wang, please listen to me, this car..."

"Open your mouth," Wang Minyu commanded.

Wu Youde obediently opened his mouth.

"Your teeth are severely worn down, and your tongue is coated with a thick, greasy coating. You've accumulated a lot of negative karma through your speech." Wang Minyu shone his flashlight around. "Your cheek hurts because you tell too many lies every day. Your masseter muscles are constantly in a state of tension, fighting with your conscience. After fighting for a long time, they cramp up."

Wu Youde was startled; this doctor was quite something. However, his professionalism was extremely high, and he immediately replied, "Dr. Wang is so humorous. We salespeople are thinking of the customer; how can that be called lying? It's the art of language..."

"Alright, enough with the art," Wang Minyu interrupted him. "Do you want to be cured? If you don't want to become mute and unable to open your mouth, then listen to me."

"Listen! Absolutely listen!"

"Siyuan, go to the backyard and bring over that flowerpot that hasn't sprouted yet."

Although puzzled, Li Siyuan still carried the flowerpot filled with black soil to the consultation table.

Wang Minyu pointed at the flowerpot: "Look at this pot and mentally go over the biggest lie you've ever told while selling cars, as well as the inside stories of all the customers you've cheated. Then, look at this pot of soil and recite your sales pitch with the utmost passion for half an hour."

"Huh?" Wu Youde was dumbfounded. "Talking to the soil can cure diseases?"

"This is called 'emotional transfer therapy'," Wang Minyu said in a serious tone, "Release your excess verbal energy to the earth. The earth can support all things, and naturally it can resolve your 'speech karma'."

Wu Youde was skeptical, but the excruciating pain in his cheek forced him to try.

He cleared his throat and began his performance in front of the pot of black soil:

"This car is absolutely accident-free, original paint, one-owner car by a beautiful woman... The engine is a Ward's 10 Best Engines winner, the fuel consumption is shockingly low... I'm practically giving you this price at a loss, it's just that we click..."

Ten minutes have passed.

Twenty minutes have passed.

As Wu Youde continued to spew out his elaborate and outrageous lies, a miraculous scene unfolded.

Suddenly, a tender green shoot emerged from the once lifeless black soil.

The bud tip had an eerie purple hue, trembling slightly as Wu Youde spoke, as if greedily sucking in the false fluctuations in the air.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na hid behind the counter, watching in stunned silence.

"It's...it's grown?" Zhao Na rubbed her eyes. "This grass really works like that?"

Wang Minyu looked at the rapidly growing True Words Agave and nodded in satisfaction.

Wu Youde truly lives up to his reputation as a top salesman; the purity of his lies is practically industrial-grade nitrogen pump.

Half an hour later, Wu Youde's mouth was dry from talking, but miraculously, the excruciating pain in his cheek had actually lessened considerably.

"Amazing! Dr. Wang, truly amazing!" Wu Youde touched his face, his expression full of surprise. "I feel so much more relaxed!"

"That's right, the poison is all spit out to the flowers." Wang Minyu took out a pair of scissors from the drawer, and without any hesitation cut two leaves from the newly grown True Word Grass, threw them into the teacup and soaked them in water.

"Drink this." Wang Minyu pushed the teacup towards him. "This is your second phase of treatment. Only after you finish this will your illness be truly cured. The consultation fee is two thousand. Will you pay by card or scan the code?"

Wu Youde looked at the cup of tea that was glowing with an eerie purple light. His sales instincts told him that something was wrong with it, but the therapeutic effect he had just witnessed was undeniable.

"Drink! I'll drink any poison as long as it works!" Wu Youde gritted his teeth, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the tea entered my throat, a refreshing coolness shot straight to the top of my head.

"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu asked with a smile.

Wu Youde opened his mouth, intending to say, "The taste is good, with a long-lasting aftertaste," but the words seemed to slip out uncontrollably from his tongue:

"It tastes like dishwater and has a strong smell of rotten garlic. It's awful. Two thousand dollars is practically robbery."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire pharmacy fell into a deathly silence.

Wu Youde covered his mouth in horror, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He was thinking flattering words, but the truth came out of his mouth.