novelslam Chapter 185 This isn't a free clinic, it's forced consumption.
Chapter 185 This isn't a free clinic, it's forced consumption.
The hall of the Seven Star Pavilion was deathly silent, with only the echo of Wang Minyu's question, "Are you going to do it or not?" reverberating like a ghost among the crystal IV tubes on the ceiling.
In the air, greed, fear, confusion, and the strange aroma of the "brain flower" mingled together, fermenting into an unprecedented and eerie odor.
The group of wealthy and influential guests downstairs hadn't even finished metabolizing their dopamine before their logic processors were already overloaded by this sudden turn of events.
One second they're selling everything they own for a "miracle stone" that could extend their lives by two years, and the next they're told it's a multiplying tumor, along with a host of parasites all over their body.
The psychological gap between going straight from the ICU to the crematorium is enough to make any successful person who has seen a lot of ups and downs question their life.
The expression on the face of Mr. Zhao, who had just spent 200 million, was more colorful than a palette.
He looked at the glowing green heart on the stage, then at the scratches on his arm, and a cold, sticky fear crept up his spine to the top of his head.
His desire to eat raw meat was real.
"Security! Security! Throw this charlatan out!" The auctioneer finally reacted, waving his gavel, his voice cracking with excitement.
However, not a single security guard dared to make a move.
Guan Shan stood there, blocking the second-floor window, like a silent mountain.
He didn't even make any threatening movements; he simply pulled the gleaming entrenching tool from his back and tapped it lightly against the window frame.
thump.
The sound wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
Coupled with the suit on his back that was ripped due to his bulging muscles, the sense of oppression was immediately overwhelming.
This scene is even more impactful than the gang shootouts in Hollywood blockbusters.
Anyone can tell that this guy can really use that shovel to flatten a person into two A4 sheets of paper.
"Dr. Wang..." Phantom's voice came from behind, tinged with helplessness and scrutiny, "This isn't a transaction, this is robbery."
"I misspoke." Wang Min-yu didn't turn around, holding up the megaphone and continuing to broadcast to the crowd downstairs who had begun to stir, "This isn't a free clinic, nor is it a robbery. I'm engaging in 'forced consumption.' You inhaled the 'divine energy' emanating from my basement and got sick. Now I'm providing after-sales service, which is perfectly reasonable."
This set of fallacies and heresies left everyone dumbfounded.
"What after-sales service? When did I absorb your magical energy?" A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pointed at him with a trembling finger.
"This land beneath your feet used to be my family's ancestral burial ground," Wang Minyu lied without batting an eye. "Your Seven Star Pavilion has ruined the feng shui, so the things underground can't rest in peace and have come out to chat with you. Is there a problem?"
Even the Phantom's lips twitched slightly.
She had seen shamelessness, but she had never seen anyone make extortion sound so elegant and refined, even with a touch of metaphysics and filial piety.
"Now, everyone, immediately, vomit up what you've drunk, 'Blue Dream'!" Wang Min-yu's voice became emotionless through the loudspeaker. "Pierre, give them emetics."
Pierre pulled a row of test tubes filled with green liquid from a hidden compartment in the silver incubator. With a flick of his wrist, the test tubes scattered like petals from a fairy's shower, landing precisely on several tables downstairs without breaking a single one.
"Our shop's special 'Calm Down No. 1' concentrated bitter melon juice, mixed with a small amount of 'Truthful Tequila' root powder. Drink it, and we guarantee you'll vomit up everything from yesterday's dinner." Pierre said, arms crossed, in the tone of someone introducing a top-tier red wine. "Don't worry, after vomiting, you won't feel weak; instead, you'll experience a profound, enlightened state. The charge is 50,000 per person."
The crowd erupted.
"Fifty thousand? Why don't you just rob someone!"
"Why should I drink this stuff!"
Wang Minyu coldly observed the chaos downstairs, then calmly added, "Oh, I forgot to mention. Those spores reproduce every half hour inside your bodies. If you don't vomit now, in an hour, you'll feel something crawling under your skin. In two hours, you'll start to crave damp corners. Tomorrow morning, your family might find a fresh, human-shaped mushroom under your bed."
He paused, then concluded in a compassionate tone, "If you come back to me then, it won't be something that can be solved with 50,000. It will be calculated as a 'species identification fee' and a 'cross-species exchange service fee,' which is very expensive."
These words, like a Siberian cold front, instantly froze all the noise.
The lady in the red dress was the first to break down. She clutched her lower abdomen, let out a terrified scream, staggered to the table, grabbed a test tube, and started gulping it down her throat.
Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.
For a moment, the entire magnificent hall was filled with the sounds of violent retching.
The scene was comparable to a large-scale alcohol abuse incident, with vomit of various colors contrasting with expensive handmade Persian carpets, creating a picture with a strong postmodern style.
The Phantom silently closed the window, shutting out the odor that could drive any Michelin-starred chef insane.
"Now, let's get down to business." Wang Minyu turned around, tossed the megaphone to Guan Shan, and sat back down on the sofa as if nothing had happened. "That 'kidney stone' is mine, and that 'brain' is yours. I'll clean house for you, and you keep my secret. It's fair."
"That's not fair." Phantom shook her head, the purple light in her eyes returning to its original intensity. "'Living Jade' is worth far more than two hundred million. It can make the plants here grow wildly and soothe the emotions of that being 'underground.' You think you can exchange it for a piece of roasted meat? Dr. Wang, you're dreaming."
"It can also turn your guests into mushrooms, transforming you from a club manager into the director of a mushroom cultivation base," Wang Minyu retorted sharply. "Besides, do you think I don't know? You're the one who needs 'deworming' the most."
He pointed a finger at the phantom's heart: "You and it have long been symbiotic. It gives you power, allowing you to maintain this youthful appearance. But it's also devouring you, isn't it? Every night you dream of being entangled by countless roots, sinking to the bottom of dark water, unable to even breathe. That suffocating feeling isn't pleasant, is it?"
Mei Ying's breath hitched suddenly, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled uncontrollably, spilling red wine onto her cheongsam like a pool of blood.
Wang Minyu's [Qi Observation Technique] allowed him to see everything clearly.
A huge, purplish-black mass of energy resided within the woman's body.
That wasn't a sickness, but rather an independent, living energy.
This energy was like a net, spreading throughout her internal organs and even intertwining with her soul.
"That piece of 'brain' is your medicine." Wang Minyu leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs again. "Although it shares the same origin as the 'mother,' it has been contaminated by the anxiety and resentment of the thousands of students at the First Experimental Middle School, and its core logic is chaotic. If you take it, it can temporarily interfere with the signals of that thing in your body, allowing you to sleep well. You've made a huge profit on this deal."
The Phantom fell silent.
She stared at Wang Minyu, as if trying to see right through him.
This man is like a bottomless abyss; you never know what he'll pull out of that tattered white coat the next second.
After a long silence, she finally spoke: "Deal. But you have to agree to one condition."
"explain."
"Help me...get it out of my body." For the first time, the Phantom's voice carried a pleading tone, "Completely."
"That's a different price," Wang Minyu replied without hesitation.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the group of wealthy people vomiting and staggering, like an old farmer inspecting his leek field.
"Guan Shan, go down and collect the money. Cash, bank transfer, or mortgage on the property certificate are all fine. Pierre, put our sign up." Wang Min-yu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"What signboard?" Guan Shan asked.
"Renxin Pharmacy VIP Customer Service Center, Qixingge Branch. Main business: High-end biological deworming, charged by weight."