darknovel Chapter 62 Experts and Hemorrhoids
Chapter 62 Experts and Hemorrhoids
It was indeed a "peacock" that came in.
This man was in his fifties, his hair was combed meticulously, and he had applied so much hair oil that even a fly would have to do the splits if it landed on him.
He was wearing a dark red Tang suit, holding two Hetian jade beads in his hands, and followed by two assistants carrying briefcases.
As soon as he entered, he covered his nose with a handkerchief, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "This is that famous clinic? This smell... is it pickled vegetables or boiled Chinese medicine?"
Li Siyuan had just finished clearing the children's dishes when he heard this and became displeased: "This smells like fermented Chinese medicine, don't you understand?"
"Fermentation?" The man in the Tang suit sneered. "I'm Ma Desheng, a director of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I've been practicing traditional Chinese medicine my whole life, and I've never heard of Chinese herbs fermenting to produce this sour, foul smell."
He walked to the counter, looking down at Wang Minyu: "You're Wang Minyu? That unlicensed doctor who promotes feudal superstition?"
Wang Minyu didn't stand up, but simply slammed his teacup on the table: "No license? What's that hanging on the wall? Are you nearsighted or have cataracts?"
His Physician Practice Certificate and Medical Institution Practice License are hanging on the wall. Although the frames are a bit dusty, the seals are red.
Ma Desheng glanced at it: "The certificate is real, but the person is not upright. We received a report that your hygiene conditions are extremely poor, you abuse unknown drugs, and you even mistreat patients. The association has decided to conduct a surprise inspection of you."
"Patient abuse?" Wang Minyu laughed, pointing to the backyard. "You mean those kids farming? That's 'horticultural therapy,' very popular abroad. Director Ma hasn't heard of it? It seems the provincial association's information is a bit outdated."
"Stop giving me that foreign talk!" Ma Desheng waved his hand. "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! If you find even the slightest violation, revoke the license immediately!"
The two assistants immediately scattered like hunting dogs, one rushing towards the medicine cabinet and the other towards the back room.
Ma Desheng, with his hands behind his back, strolled around the store as if inspecting his territory.
He walked up to the shelf full of "canned Qi-boosting tea," picked up a bottle, and looked at it.
"Is this the 9.9 yuan miracle drug?" Ma Desheng shook his head. "It's poorly made. There's not even an ingredient list. It's a counterfeit product."
"Whether it works or not, we'll only know after drinking it," Wang Minyu said casually. "Director Ma's face is pale, his lips are purplish, and he's afraid to sit properly when he walks. Has something gone wrong at his 'back door' lately, making him so restless?"
Ma Desheng's expression changed instantly.
He did recently have a flare-up of hemorrhoids, and it was a severe case of both internal and external hemorrhoids.
The journey here by car was like sitting on a tiger bench.
But only his wife knows about this. How did this guy figure it out?
"Nonsense...nonsense!" Ma Desheng said, his voice trembling with fear. "I'm perfectly healthy!"
"Really?" Wang Minyu stood up, walked around the counter, and asked, "Could Director Ma do a squat? Or perhaps cough forcefully?"
Ma Desheng subconsciously clenched his buttocks.
Coughing? Absolutely not.
When you cough, the air flows downwards, and that tingling sensation...
Just then, the assistant who went to check the back room let out a scream.
"Ah—! What...what is this?!"
Ma Desheng was overjoyed, thinking he had caught them red-handed. Ignoring his sore backside, he rushed to the back room, shouting, "What's wrong? Did you find contraband?"
Wang Minyu followed leisurely.
The back room, which was originally a storage room, was converted into an operating room.
At that moment, the assistant was slumped on the ground, pointing at Su Qing, his face ashen with fear.
Su Qing, dressed in sterile clothing and holding a gleaming scalpel, was performing surgery on a... rabbit.
The rabbit was strapped to the operating table, its abdominal cavity opened, but strangely, there wasn't a trace of blood around it.
Su Qing's movements were so precise, it was like she was repairing a watch; every blood vessel was perfectly avoided.
"You...you are abusing animals!" the assistant said, trembling.
Su Qing turned her head, her eyes behind her goggles looking at someone with intellectual disabilities: "I'm practicing vascular anastomosis. This rabbit was under local anesthesia, and it will be sutured after the surgery. Give it some carrots and it'll be hopping around again. But you, you barged in without wearing sterile clothing, and the bacteria you brought in will infect and kill it. You're the murderer."
"This..." Ma Desheng was stunned.
Although he was an administrator, he could still see through Su Qing's methods.
Even the head of a provincial hospital might not be able to perform this level of surgical suturing.
"This operating room..." Ma Desheng looked around.
Although the walls were old, all the gaps had been filled with sealant.
A faint ozone smell lingered in the air, indicating that disinfection had just been carried out.
Although the equipment in the corner looked like it was pieced together, it had all the necessary monitors and ventilators.
This isn't just an unlicensed clinic; it's practically a miniature ICU.
"The hygiene conditions are substandard?" Wang Minyu leaned against the doorframe. "Director Ma, should I get a petri dish to test whether there are more bacteria on your hands or on my operating table?"
Ma Desheng's face flushed red and then turned pale.
He had expected to see a scene of garbage everywhere and flies swarming around, but he didn't expect to run into a brick wall.
"Hmph! Just because the hardware is passable doesn't mean the software is problem-free!" Ma Desheng tried to save face. "What about your Chinese medicine? I heard you're using moldy herbs?"
"Siyuan, take Director Ma to see our 'moldy medicinal herbs'."
Li Siyuan walked over carrying a tray full of seeds of "Xiaoyao San (modified)".
After being soaked in the system's spiritual liquid, each seed was as plump as a gemstone, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
Ma Desheng leaned closer and took a sniff. He felt a chill run straight to the top of his head, and his mood, which had been agitated by the pain from hemorrhoids, instantly calmed down.
"This... what kind of mint is this?" Ma Desheng knew his stuff. "The volatile oil content is at least ten times that of ordinary mint!"
"Trade secrets." Wang Minyu took the tray away. "Director Ma, we've investigated and reviewed everything. If there's nothing else, could you please not block our business? I have over twenty kids waiting to eat here."
Ma Desheng was unwilling to accept this.
He came here with a mission, and if he leaves empty-handed, it will be difficult to explain to Kangmei.
His eyes darted around, then he suddenly clutched his stomach: "Ouch... my stomach... it's probably from the smell you guys were using. I need to stay here and observe; this is a work injury!"
He plopped down on the chair next to him, intending to stay put.
As a result, sitting down caused trouble.
The chair was made of hardwood and had a slightly uneven surface.
"Awooo—!"
A scream echoed through the back room.
Ma Desheng sprang up like a spring, clutching his buttocks, his face contorted in a grimace.
The hemorrhoid that had been dormant for so long finally burst open under the impact of the hardwood chair.
Blood instantly stained the back of the Tang suit.
The two assistants were terrified: "Director! Director, what's wrong?!"
"Bleeding... I'm bleeding..." Ma Desheng was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, and his legs were trembling. "Quick... call an ambulance..."
"Why call an ambulance?" Wang Minyu walked over and pressed his hand against his pulse. "By the time the ambulance arrives, you'll have bled to death. This is a ruptured varicose vein; you need to stop the bleeding immediately."
"What...what do you want to do?" Ma Desheng looked at him in horror.
"It's for treatment." Wang Minyu beckoned to Su Qing. "Prepare for surgery. Local ligation, plus sclerotherapy with 'Hemorrhoid-Clearing Powder'."
"I won't do it! I came here for a checkup! I don't want to have surgery at this shady clinic!" Ma Desheng struggled desperately.
"Guan Shan," Wang Minyu called out.
Guan Shan blocked the doorway like a mountain, holding a half-eaten sugarcane in his hand.
"Hold him down."
Guan Shan stepped forward and pinned Ma Desheng to the operating table with one hand, like pressing down a grasshopper.
"Director Ma, don't move." Wang Minyu put on gloves, revealing his signature affable smile. "Don't worry, I'm a professional. And, as a fellow professional, I'll give you a 2% discount. The surgery fee plus compensation for emotional distress will total 28,000."
"You...this is extortion!"
"This is called monetizing your skills." Wang Minyu picked up the anesthetic needle. "Bear with it, it'll hurt a little. But once you're cured, you can hold your head high again."
Half an hour later.
Ma Desheng lay face down on the hospital bed, his buttocks wrapped in thick gauze, his face bearing a humiliating yet inexplicably relaxed expression.
The throbbing pain that had tormented him for half a year had truly disappeared.
"Dr. Wang..." Ma Desheng's voice was weak, "Um... could you sell me two bottles of that medicine powder you used earlier?"
Wang Minyu was washing his hands and didn't even turn his head when he heard this: "That's a special recipe, not for sale. But if Director Ma is willing to write some truth in the examination report, it's not impossible to send you a course of treatment."
Ma Desheng gritted his teeth: "Fine! I'll write the report! As for Kangmei... let them go to hell!"
It's better to protect yourself than to offend capital.
This kid's medical skills are a bit unorthodox, but they really work.
After seeing Ma Desheng off, Wang Minyu looked at the newly arrived emotion points on the system panel and nodded in satisfaction.
[Shame Value Harvested: 5000 (from Ma Desheng)]
[Reputation Enhancement: "Renxin Pharmacy" has been awarded the "Don't Mess With Me" label within the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine.]
"Master, have we offended someone again?" Li Siyuan asked, a little worried.
"The more debt you have, the less you worry." Wang Minyu stretched. "Get ready, we're hiring new employees tomorrow."
"Huh? Still hiring? Is our place big enough for everyone?"
"If there aren't enough rooms, we'll expand." Wang Minyu looked out the window at the Kangmei Pharmaceutical building, his eyes slightly cold. "After all, in the future, it won't just be patients queuing up here."