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

Chapter 92 Bioenzymes and the Redemption of the Early 8s

At six o'clock in the morning, the old streets of Changxiang City were still shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

At this time of day, apart from the rustling sound of sanitation workers' brooms sweeping across the ground, the whole street is usually asleep.

But today is different.

An indescribable, highly penetrating odor exploded like a biological bomb at the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy.

It wasn't just a simple stench; it was a mixture of the fermentation of aged herbs, the high degree of protein decomposition, and a certain kind of amino acid that struck straight to the soul.

"vomit--!"

Aunt Liu, who lives on the second floor, opened the window, but before she could even curse, she was knocked over by the smell.

At the entrance of the pharmacy, a huge black iron pot was placed on a stove with a blazing fire.

The person in charge of cooking was not a chef, but Guan Shan, who was two meters tall and had bulging muscles.

He held the large iron pot, big enough to stew two whole sheep, in one hand, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the hot oil in the pot rippled with gold.

The lightness of his movements made it seem as if he were holding not a heavy iron object weighing dozens of kilograms, but a simple embroidery needle.

"Oil temperature 180 degrees Celsius, enzyme activity locked in the range."

Beside him, Su Qing, dressed in a full set of sterile surgical gowns, wearing a gas mask, and holding an infrared thermometer, spoke in a voice as cold as if she were reading a death report: "Feed the ingredients."

Guan Shan expressionlessly grabbed a handful of grayish-white cubes—these were the "biological weapons" that Old Wu had carefully nurtured for forty-nine days with "herbal yeast" and "mutant mint juice".

"Sizzle—!"

Add the tofu to the pot.

In that instant, the stench that would normally make people want to stay away underwent a strange chemical reaction, stimulated by the high-temperature oil.

The sulfides in the stench evaporate quickly, leaving behind an extremely overpowering and captivating fragrance.

For those who are dragging their heavy steps and staring blankly as they head towards the subway station, this aroma is like a life-saving adrenaline rush.

Wearing an apron, Li Siyuan stood in front of the stall with a lifeless expression, holding up a sign that read: "Renxin Pharmacy Special Offer - Resurrection Package. Specially formulated to cure early morning syndrome, morning grumpiness, and going to work like going to a funeral."

"This...this was done by that Dr. Wang?" A programmer with dark circles under his eyes stopped in his tracks, his nose twitching involuntarily. "How much per serving?"

"Tofu is fifty, ginger milk curd is thirty," Li Siyuan said, pointing to a clay pot next to him.

"Is this robbery?" The programmer instinctively clutched his wallet, but the aroma seemed to have a hook, hooking the cravings in his stomach.

"Fine, don't eat it then." Wang Minyu, holding his stainless steel tea mug, sat on a small stool by the door like an old cadre. "This is medicinal cuisine. The ginger is 'fiery ginger,' specially formulated to cure the constitution of people like you who are constantly exposed to air conditioning and have excessive dampness in your bodies. The probiotics in the tofu can make your dormant intestines dance again."

The programmer gritted his teeth: "I'll take one!"

Three minutes later.

The programmer held a disposable paper bowl and carefully took a bite of the freshly cooked tofu.

The outer layer is as crispy as a potato chip, while the inside is as tender as a molten cheese filling. The scalding juice bursts in your mouth, with a strange, slightly bitter aftertaste.

Immediately afterwards, he took another sip of ginger milk curd.

boom!

A surge of heat rushed from my stomach straight to the top of my head.

It wasn't the spiciness of ordinary ginger, but rather a release of heat energy, like a nuclear reactor starting up.

He felt every pore on his body instantly open up, and his stiff neck and heavy head, which had been stiff from staying up all night, instantly felt refreshed under the impact of this heat.

"Holy crap..." The programmer's eyes widened, the previously cloudy whites of his eyes visibly clearing. "I feel like... I could write another three thousand lines of code!"

"Next," Guan Shan said coldly, brandishing a large iron ladle.

The line started to get longer.

From a few curious passersby to local residents who rushed over after hearing the news, and then to wealthy second-generation individuals who drove there specifically (such as the driver sent by Qian Duoduo), a strangely long queue formed in front of Renxin Pharmacy.

While covering their noses and cursing "It stinks!", everyone ate with sweat pouring down their faces and exclaiming "It smells so good!"

Just as business was booming, a car with the words "Health Supervision" printed on it stopped on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in uniform with a serious expression stepped out, holding a body camera.

Following behind was an internet celebrity holding a selfie stick and live-streaming – “anti-counterfeiting crusader” Zhang Wei (another unlucky guy with the same name).

"Family members! Today we're conducting a surprise inspection of this so-called 'viral medicinal cuisine' restaurant!" Internet celebrity Zhang Wei shouted into the camera. "Fifty dollars for a piece of tofu? That's a total rip-off! And the taste... I suspect they used banned additives, or even..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, "Even corpse oil!"

The live chat exploded instantly.

The middle-aged man in uniform stepped forward with a frown: "I am Zhao Gang, the district health inspector. We received a report from the public that your establishment is emitting an unexplained foul odor and is suspected of operating a food service without a license. Please show us your food business license."

Wang Minyu slowly sipped his tea, not even lifting his eyelids: "This is a pharmacy, selling Chinese medicinal herbs. This tofu is a medicinal guide, and that ginger soup is a decoction. What law says a pharmacy can't prepare medicine for patients on-site?"

"That's just sophistry!" Internet celebrity Zhang Wei shoved his camera in front of the oil pan. "Who frys Chinese medicine in oil? And look at this oil, it's so dark and murky, it's definitely been used for frying for ages!"

Su Qing happened to be passing by the pot. She glanced coldly at the camera, then suddenly reached into the oil with her long tweezers, picked up a bit of oil residue, and examined it in front of her.

"The oil is black because of the sap from the 'Black Jade Rejuvenating Grass'," Su Qing said calmly. "Liquid chromatography analysis shows that the unsaturated fatty acid content in this oil is three times higher than that of extra virgin olive oil. As for the corpse oil you mentioned..."

She suddenly turned and stared at the internet celebrity Zhang Wei, her gaze as if she were looking at a corpse. "The melting point and volatile odor of human fat are specific. Should I take a sample from you right here for a comparative experiment?"

Internet celebrity Zhang Wei was so frightened by that look that he shrank back and almost fell into Guan Shan's arms.

Zhao Gang, being a professional, ignored the internet celebrity's nonsense and pointed to the fermenting brine: "We need to take samples for testing. If it contains excessive levels of hydrogen sulfide or other toxic substances, we will seal it off immediately."

"Please, do as you please." Wang Minyu gestured for him to proceed.

Half an hour later, the results of the on-site rapid test came out.

Zhao Gang looked at the data on the instrument, his brows furrowing even more.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhao? Did you exceed the limit?" Internet celebrity Zhang Wei excitedly came over.

"This...this is not scientific," Zhao Gang muttered to himself. "Zero E. coli, zero aflatoxin...but the number of active probiotics on this is five hundred times higher than the best yogurt on the market? And it also contains an...unknown enzyme?"

"That enzyme can break down accumulated stool and grease in the intestines." Wang Minyu walked over and patted Zhao Gang's slightly protruding beer belly. "Team Leader Zhao, I see your tongue coating is thick and greasy, and your breath is sour. It's probably fatty liver and constipation caused by years of socializing, right? Why don't you have a piece to try? Consider it a work injury."

Zhao Gang swallowed hard.

That aroma was absolutely overwhelming.

Under the witness of the body camera, Zhao Gang was "forced" to taste a piece.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Gang clutched his stomach and rushed to the pharmacy's restroom.

When he came out, he was completely exhausted and leaned against the wall, but his face had a strange sense of ease and rosy complexion.

"This...this detox effect..." Zhao Gang's hands trembled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Boss, get a membership card."

Internet celebrity Zhang Wei was dumbfounded: "Brother Zhao, this is a live broadcast! You can't let yourself be corrupted by sweet talk!"

"Corrosion my ass!" Zhao Gang glared at him. "This is science! This is...this is biotechnology! Back to the team! You there, post the test report. This is a special nutritional diet!"

After seeing the inspection team off, Wang Minyu looked at his soaring reputation points in the background and sighed.

"Master, what's wrong? Aren't you happy that you made money?" Li Siyuan counted the banknotes, grinning from ear to ear.

"The bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow," Wang Minyu said, looking into the distance. "Zhao Gang is easy to talk to, but he reminded me of something. Our reputation now is too big to be fooled by skirting the law. If we don't want to be treated like quack doctors every day, I need to get a real talisman."

"What kind of amulet?"

Wang Minyu took out a crumpled application form from the drawer. "New specialty."