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

Chapter 110 The Most Expensive Lalamove in History

The city of Changxiang was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning.

The dew in Jingxin Garden hadn't dried yet when Zhao Shihao woke up.

The second young master of the Zhao family, who used to treat nightclubs like his home and champagne like water, is now wearing a pilling camouflage vest and squatting on the edge of a field brushing his teeth.

He bought the toothbrush from a roadside shop for 2.5 yuan; the bristles were as stiff as pig bristles.

"These radishes are growing very well." He spat out the foam in his mouth and lovingly stroked a white radish that had half its head poking out of the soil with his hands, which were blistered from the past few days.

That look in his eyes was far more affectionate than when he looked at his ex-girlfriend.

Old Cai emerged from the greenhouse with his hands behind his back, holding a notebook: "Stop looking. You can't eat them raw no matter how much you look. This batch of 'Jade White Radishes' needs to be sent to 'Yunding Restaurant' today. Dr. Wang sent a WeChat message last night saying this is the first order, we can't let it fall through."

"Don't worry, Master." Zhao Shihao stuffed his toothbrush into his pocket. "The car is all ready."

Since Guan Shan had driven his Wuling Hongguang to haul pig feed, Zhao Shihao had no choice but to use his Ferrari, which was still lying in the mud.

Fortunately, after a few days of "farming," the temperament of this limited edition sports car has undergone a complete transformation.

The streamlined body of the car was covered with dried yellow mud, and the passenger seat had been removed, with three woven bags full of radishes piled up inside.

A few scallion leaves, glistening with dew, peeked out from the car window cracks, trembling slightly with the vibrations of the engine.

Zhao Shihao floored the accelerator, and the V12 engine no longer roared with the ostentation of wealth, but rather roared with the anger of the working people.

Half an hour later, at the unloading area at the back gate of Genting Restaurant.

The area was filled with refrigerated vans, and the air was thick with the smell of rotten vegetables and seafood.

The red Ferrari looked out of place among the white metal trucks, like a Victoria's Secret supermodel who had wandered into a vegetable market—or rather, the kind that had just fallen into a mud puddle.

Zhao Shihao jumped off the car and carried a 50-pound bag of radishes.

He used to lift weights at the gym to tone his body; now he's doing it to survive.

"What are you doing? Go, go, go! Go to the front gate to park, this is the unloading area!" A fat man in a white uniform and a tall hat waved his hand impatiently.

He is the purchasing manager of Genting Restaurant, and his surname is Ma.

"Delivering vegetables." Zhao Shihao slammed the woven bag on the ground, kicking up a layer of dust. "Special supply for Renxin Pharmacy, grown by Old Cai."

Manager Ma covered his nose and took two steps back, kicking the mud-covered woven bag with his toe in disgust: "Renxin Pharmacy? The one that sells stinky tofu? We ordered organic vegetables, what is this? It's not even cleaned of mud, and they're using this tattered bag to pack it. Take it away, don't make my place dirty."

Zhao Shih-hao frowned.

If it were before, he would have thrown the money in the fat man's face long ago.

But now, looking at that bag of radishes, which he had personally watered and caught the insects in, they were more precious than himself.

"The mud is for preservation," Zhao Shihao explained patiently. This was something Wang Minyu taught him. "These radishes are kept out of the soil for no more than an hour. If you wash them, they lose their 'earthly energy,' and the texture will change."

"Down-to-earth? I think it's bad luck!" Manager Ma sneered. "Our Yunding Restaurant uses imported Japanese radishes, eighty yuan a piece, vacuum-packed. That's what you call classy. Your clod of earth is too gritty even for pigs to eat."

"Say it again?" Zhao Shih-hao's voice turned cold.

Although he was farming, the second young master of the Zhao family's violent temper had not completely dissipated.

Just then, a black Maybach slowly pulled up beside them.

The car window rolled down, revealing Wang Minyu's smug face.

He was holding that iconic stainless steel mug in his hand, squeezing a pimple right in front of the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong? Is there some tension in delivering vegetables?" Wang Minyu got out of the car, not even looking at Manager Ma, and went straight to the woven bag. He untied the rope and pulled out a radish covered in red mud.

"Dr. Wang, this fat man said our radishes are for feeding pigs," Zhao Shihao complained.

Wang Minyu pulled a scalpel from his pocket, examined the blade against the sunlight, and said, "Hmm, some pigs really can't eat fine bran."

Just as Manager Ma was about to lash out, he saw Wang Minyu flick his wrist.

Two quick slashes.

A thin slice of radish was cut off; it was crystal clear, and you could even see the fine texture under the sunlight.

Wang Minyu stuck the radish slices onto Manager Ma's greasy face.

"What are you doing! You..." Manager Ma was about to pull it off when he suddenly froze.

A refreshing coolness seeped into my skin along my cheeks, followed by an extremely pure fragrance that instantly overwhelmed the surrounding fishy smell.

It wasn't the usual spicy flavor of radishes, but a sweet taste with an earthy aroma.

"This radish was composted with Chinese medicine residue, drank deep underground water from the western suburbs, and grew up listening to Mozart." Wang Minyu slowly put away his scalpel. "Its cell density is three times that of a regular radish, and its water content is as high as 98%. If you took this piece of your face to a beauty salon, it would be called a 'plant hyaluronic acid mask,' costing five hundred yuan per application."

The chefs and porters around gathered around; the aroma was so irresistible that it made their mouths water.

"Just bragging..." Manager Ma took the radish slices off and, as if possessed, took a bite.

Click.

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet unloading area.

It has no fibrous texture, melts in your mouth, and bursts with juice, leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste that instantly washes away the bitterness from not brushing your teeth that morning.

Manager Ma was stunned.

He had been a purchasing agent for twenty years and had eaten enough radishes to form a mountain, but he had never eaten anything that looked like a fruit.

"This is... a radish?"

"No, this is medicine," Wang Minyu corrected. "It's a cure for your kind of 'rich person's disease' of being 'ambitious but incompetent, and having a degenerated sense of taste'."

At this moment, the owner of Yunding Restaurant rushed over.

He saw that Ferrari upstairs and thought it looked familiar. When he came downstairs and saw it, he almost knelt down in shock.

"Zhao... Second Young Master Zhao?" The boss wiped his sweat, looking at Zhao Shihao, who was wearing a camouflage vest and trousers rolled up to his knees. "Are you... experiencing life?"

Zhao Shihao ignored him and instead looked at Wang Minyu: "So, how about it? This guy didn't embarrass our Renxin, did he?"

"It's alright." Wang Minyu nodded. "Remember to wash the car next time. Even a radish has its pride."

The boss turned to look at the dumbfounded Manager Ma, then at the radishes on the ground, and slapped Manager Ma on the back of the head: "Hurry up and move them in! This is top-quality stuff personally delivered by Young Master Zhao! Don't you know the rules?!"

Manager Ma then realized what was happening, and looking at the Ferrari that looked like a muddy monkey, his legs started to cramp.

Who would have thought that someone driving a multi-million dollar sports car would deliver radishes at six in the morning?

Zhao Shih-hao patted the mud off his hands and opened the car door.

"Don't call me Second Young Master anymore." He started the engine, grinned at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his teeth shining white. "Call me Master Zhao, the head of the logistics department at Renxin Pharmacy."

The Ferrari roared away, leaving behind exhaust fumes and a group of people questioning their existence.

Wang Minyu watched the departing car lights, and a line of small text popped up on the system panel:

Harvest successful. Target: Manager Ma (Pride and Prejudice). Reward: Plant Growth Solution (Concentrated) Formula.

[Hidden Reward: Zhao Shihao (Self-Identity Reshaping). Reward: Ferrari Transportation Team (Reputation +500).]

"Tsk, these young people nowadays, they'd even farm just to show off." Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "Not bad, they have potential."