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

Chapter 192 On How to Sell Anxiety at a High Price

The mornings at Renxin Pharmacy usually begin with a sickening metallic scraping sound.

That was Guan Shan wiping his large entrenching tool.

Ever since this shovel was "enchanted" in the mine, its blade has developed an indelible, eerie green color. It can cut watermelons without a knife, smash garlic without using your hands, and even be used as a mirror—its functions are ridiculously numerous.

Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, holding a chipped enamel mug in his hands. It wasn't filled with tea, but with water mixed with the leftover "Void Stew" broth from Pierre's previous night.

It tastes a bit like aged Pu'er tea with popping candy. One sip is refreshing, and after two sips, you can see your great-grandmother waving at you.

"Boss, Zhou has confirmed yesterday's bill." Su Qing emerged from the inner room with messy hair and her ever-present laptop in her hand. "However, he cut the 'compensation for emotional distress' in half, saying that the bureau is short of funds and asking us to understand the difficulties faced by public officials."

"Cut it in half?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow, took a sip of the soup with its radioactive taste, and said, "Sure, tell him that if the S organization ever pulls off another biohazard, I'll have Guan Shan go to the scene and play the suona to entertain them, charging by the minute."

"Team Leader Zhou also said that the interrogation results of those S organization prisoners were quite interesting." Su Qing turned the computer screen around. "That K9 guy had a biochip implanted in his brain. If he tried to leak core secrets, the chip would release neurotoxins. Luckily, boss, you sealed his vagus nerve with that injection, otherwise he would be an idiot by now."

Wang Minyu was not surprised by this.

The S organization is even more ruthless to its own people than to its enemies.

"Never mind them. Open for business. We're a legitimate pharmacy, not a spy station."

The roller shutter door opened, and the damp morning breeze of Changxiang City rushed in.

A long queue had already formed outside the door.

Since the "eccentric doctor" became famous, coupled with the previous "fried chicken cures academic genius" incident at the school, Renxin Pharmacy has now become a legendary must-visit destination.

The group included an elderly man carrying a birdcage, office workers with briefcases, and even a few livestreamers with selfie sticks.

However, the man at the very front of the line was someone who seemed somewhat out of place.

He was wearing a bespoke suit, which was well-tailored, but it was so wrinkled that it looked like he had slept in it for a week.

Although my hair has been styled, the roots still look greasy.

What's most striking is his eyes. He's wearing sunglasses, but even through the lenses, Wang Minyu can sense the anxiety and exhaustion that's about to spill out.

It was Situ Zhen, the one who left his business card yesterday.

"Register?" Wang Minyu tapped on the table.

Situ Zhen took off his sunglasses, revealing two huge, bluish-black eye bags.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.

"Dr. Wang, I'm sick." Situ Zhen's voice was very soft, with a kind of weakness that comes from long-term insomnia. "I can't hear anything."

"For hearing impairment, go to the ENT department of the Third Hospital. Turn left after exiting and take a taxi for twenty yuan," Wang Minyu pointed to the door.

"No, it's not that I can't hear anything." Situ Zhen shook his head, painfully grabbing a handful of hair. "It's... I can't hear 'real' sounds anymore. My ears are filled with noise. The sound of electricity, keyboard clicks, car horns... even other people's heartbeats. It's so loud, it's driving me crazy!"

Wang Minyu narrowed his eyes and activated the [Aura Observation Technique].

In the system's view, Situ Zhen's head was topped with a messy clump of gray air, like a ball of yarn that had been torn apart by a cat.

On his ears, the meridians there were a strange dark red color and were vibrating at a high frequency.

[Diagnostic Subject: Situ Zhen]

Symptoms: Severe hyperacusis, anxiety neurosis, obsessive-compulsive perfectionism.

[Cause: As a top-tier audio engineer, the long-term pursuit of ultimate sound quality led to auditory nerve distortion. Recent exposure to low-frequency infrasound interference caused a breakdown in the auditory threshold.]

[Treatment suggestion: Fight the disease with the disease, or... physical noise reduction.]

"A sound engineer?" Wang Minyu fiddled with the teacup in his hand. "No wonder. Your 'golden ear' has turned into a 'radio,' cramming every channel into your brain."

Situ Zhen suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "Can you cure him?"

"It can be cured, but..." Wang Minyu paused, "it will cost extra. And the treatment might be a bit... unusual."

"Money is no problem!" Situ Zhen pulled a gold card from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "As long as I can get a good night's sleep, the two million in this card is all yours!"

Wang Minyu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Is this the unpretentious simplicity of the wealthy?

"Guan Shan, get ready." Wang Minyu put away the gold card with a smooth and effortless movement. "Open the 'meditation room' in the backyard."

The so-called "meditation room" was actually a cellar that Old Cai used to ferment stinky tofu.

The four walls were covered with egg cartons collected from a junkyard to absorb sound.

Because the seal is so good, once inside, you can't hear anything except your own heartbeat.

"Go inside and stay there." Wang Minyu tossed a pillow to Situ Zhen. "Remember, no matter what you hear, don't come out."

Situ Zhen, half-believing and half-doubting, took the pillow and went into the cellar.

Five minutes later, a heart-wrenching scream came from the cellar, followed by frantic banging on the door.

"Help! There's a ghost! A ghost is talking!"

Li Siyuan was startled: "Master, what's wrong with him? There are no ghosts in the cellar, except for two vats of fermenting pickled vegetables."

"For someone with hearing hypersensitivity, absolute silence is more terrifying than noise." Wang Minyu calmly took a sip of water. "In an extremely quiet environment, his brain will automatically generate auditory hallucinations in order to seek stimulation. That's his own internal noise."

"What should we do then?"

"Let's just leave it." Wang Minyu pointed to the old-fashioned gramophone covered in dust in the corner. "Zhao Na, go put that record on."

It was a vinyl record, its surface covered in scratches.

The moment the needle fell, a piercing, sharp noise, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, came through the speaker connected to the cellar.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na both instinctively covered their ears.

"Master, are you trying to murder me?" Zhao Na grimaced.

"This is called 'sound wave collision'," Wang Minyu explained. "His auditory nerves were stretched too tight, like a rubber band about to snap. A stronger, more chaotic frequency had to be used to break up the original frequency. Once he adapted to this noise, the outside world would be heaven for him."

Ten minutes later, the noise stopped.

The cellar door was opened.

Situ Zhen crawled out like a lump of mud.

His face was pale, and his whole body was soaked in sweat, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented clarity.

"It's... quiet now," he murmured, greedily inhaling the air. "I heard... the sound of the wind. And... the rumbling in that fat guy's stomach."

Pierre, who was secretly eating fried chicken, awkwardly covered his stomach.

"A miracle doctor! He's simply a miracle doctor!" Situ Zhen was so excited that he wanted to hug Wang Minyu's leg, but Guan Shan blocked him with a shovel.

"Don't get excited, this is just the beginning." Wang Minyu took a step back. "This is just the first treatment, just resetting your auditory system. To be completely cured, you'll need to do some work for me."

"You said it! I'll go through fire and water!"

"It's not that serious." Wang Minyu took out a drawing from under the counter—it was a map of Changxiang City's underground water supply network drawn by Su Qing based on K9's testimony. "You're a sound engineer, most sensitive to frequencies. I need you to help me tune the 'blood vessels' of this city."

Situ Zhen was stunned. He took the blueprints, glanced at them, and his expression changed slightly: "This is... a water pipe diagram? You want me to tune the water pipes?"

"That's right." Wang Minyu pointed to several red nodes marked on the map. "There's a big guy hiding in the water, broadcasting some really awful sound. I need you to use your expertise to design a reverse sound wave system to 'silence' its broadcast."

This sounds like a fantasy, but for Situ Zhen, who had just experienced the "hellish sound" baptism, Wang Minyu's words were like a royal decree.

"No problem!" Situ Zhen gritted his teeth. "As long as the equipment is right, I can turn even the sewers into a symphony orchestra, let alone the water pipes!"

"Very good." Wang Minyu nodded in satisfaction. "Get the equipment from Tu Jinshan; he's in the mining business and has plenty of loudspeakers. As for the funding... use the money in your card."

Situ Zhen: "..."

So, I'm here to be hired with my own investment, but I still have to do the work?

After seeing off the profusely grateful Situ Zhen (who had also lost two million), Wang Minyu was in a good mood.

He was just about to ask Pierre to get him a normal lunch when a commotion suddenly broke out at the shop entrance.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom limousine was parked illegally in front of the pharmacy, completely blocking the road.

The car door opened, and four bodyguards in black got out first, laying out a red carpet. Then, a middle-aged, chubby man in a Tang suit, holding two... golden walnuts in his hands, stepped out with a ruddy complexion.

"Dr. Wang! Master Wang! I, Old Tu, am back!"

Tu Jinshan's loud voice made the glass door of the pharmacy vibrate.

Wang Minyu sighed.

Do all the wealthy people in Changxiang City have some serious illness?

"Boss Tu, what's wrong this time?" Wang Minyu didn't even look up. "If it's kidney deficiency, I suggest you go to the backyard and buy two catties of chives from Old Cai. It's cheaper than the registration fee."

"Oh, Dr. Wang, you're really joking!" Tu Jinshan wasn't annoyed at all, and smiled as he leaned closer. "I'm not here for treatment this time; I'm here to deliver a gift!"

He waved his hand, and two bodyguards carried in a huge box covered with a red cloth.

With a "thud," the box landed on the ground, causing the ground to tremble three times.

"This is?"

"Open it!" Tu Jinshan said smugly.

The red cloth was lifted, revealing what was inside.

The entire room fell silent.

It was a huge, green, and slightly wriggling... "Tai Sui".

However, this piece of Tai Sui has a rather unique shape, resembling a hand raising its middle finger.

"This is a treasure I dug up from the mine!" Tu Jinshan said in a low voice, mysteriously. "The feng shui master said it's called 'Heavenly Chili,' which means my business will soar to the heavens! I figured only a master like Doctor Wang could handle such a rare and precious item, so I specially brought it to you... to soak in wine!"

Wang Minyu stared at the "Tai Sui" that emitted a faint fishy smell and had a radiation reading, his eyelids twitching wildly.

This is no Tai Sui at all.

This is clearly a piece of dead skin that has shed from the "mother body" underground.