lerbook Chapter 113 Schrödinger's Shock and the Hot Invitation
Chapter 113 Schrödinger's Shock and the Hot Invitation
The mornings at Renxin Pharmacy are usually started by Guan Shan's chewing sounds.
This former orthopedic surgeon, now a security guard and mascot, is diligently working over a stainless steel basin.
The bowl contained Pierre's leftover "divine porridge" base from last night, mixed with five pounds of mixed grain rice, and topped with ten soft-boiled eggs.
Pierre stood to the side, holding a few sprigs of thyme, looking at the "feeding machine" with a worried expression, feeling that his French plating aesthetics had been completely defeated.
"Eat slowly," Wang Minyu said, sitting behind the counter, flipping through the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" noisily. "Eating too fast will hurt your stomach, and I'll have to use up all my medicine later."
Guan Shan mumbled something indistinctly, sounding like he was saying "It smells so good."
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, two unfortunate interns, are mopping the floor.
Since Su Qing formulated the "Autopsy-Level Hygiene Standards", they have been wiping the floor with medical alcohol until it shines every morning.
Su Qing herself sat in the shadows of a corner, polishing a scalpel in the sunlight streaming through the window, her gaze as focused as if she were grooming her lover's eyebrows.
"Dr. Wang, there are appointments available." Zhao Na straightened up and rubbed her sore back.
The man who came in was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. His eye bags were so big they could fit two pounds of potatoes in them. He walked in a strange way, with his legs tightly pressed together. He would stop and touch the outside of his thighs after every step.
"Sit down." Wang Minyu said without looking up.
The middle-aged man's name is Zhu Wei; he is a trader.
He plopped down in the famous "truth chair," but before he could even settle in, he sprang up as if electrocuted, frantically rummaging in his pocket: "Wait, there's a phone! There's definitely a phone!"
He pulled out a brand new iPhone; the screen was black, and it was quiet.
Zhu Wei froze, cold sweat trickling down his temples: "That's not right, I clearly felt it... right here on my thigh, a buzzing sound, it made my bones feel weak."
"Hallucination vibration syndrome," Li Siyuan muttered to himself. "Prolonged exposure to high-pressure environments leads to a pathological dependence on electronic devices, resulting in tactile nerve dysfunction."
Wang Minyu glanced at his apprentice but didn't say anything.
He put down his book and looked Zhu Wei up and down: "How many times a day do you check the market?"
"24 hours a day." Zhu Wei placed his phone on the counter with trembling hands, his eyes fixed on it, as if afraid of missing out on a fortune. "US stocks, Hong Kong stocks, A-shares, I even check the cryptocurrency market. Dr. Wang, is my leg ruined? Last night when I was showering, I felt my thighs vibrating even though I was naked. I was so scared that I thought the showerhead was leaking electricity."
"Your legs aren't broken, but your brain is still sharp." Wang Minyu pointed at Guan Shan, "Move that box out."
Guan Shan put down the basin, wiped his mouth, and pulled out a cardboard box labeled "Dangerous Goods" from under the counter.
Zhu Wei swallowed hard: "What...what kind of high-tech equipment is this?"
"Nokia 3310, enhanced vibration motor version, fifty units in total," Wang Minyu said calmly. "Pierre, get the tape."
Ten minutes later, Zhu Wei, a well-known financial elite in Changxiang City, was wrapped in transparent tape like a mummy.
His thighs, calves, waist, and even arms were covered with old-fashioned candybar mobile phones.
"Set them all as alarms, one every ten seconds," Wang Minyu ordered.
Su Qing walked over and pressed the start button expressionlessly.
Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz buzz buzz—!
Fifty cell phones vibrated simultaneously or alternately, the sound of which was almost like a hundred bumblebees crawling into Zhu Wei's clothes.
Zhu Wei went from screaming in terror at the beginning, to convulsing all over his body, and finally to numbness and paralysis. The whole process lasted for half an hour.
"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu gestured for Guan Shan to untie the person.
Zhu Wei slid to the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes glazed over.
His phone rang at that moment, and the screen lit up, displaying "Boss calling."
Zhu Wei glanced at it but didn't react.
"It's not vibrating anymore..." he muttered to himself, feeling a bit nauseous. "I feel nauseous just looking at my phone now."
"Desensitization therapy, plus a little bit of threshold overload." Wang Minyu put away his phone. "Go back and sleep for three days, and throw that crappy phone far away. The consultation fee is two thousand, and the phone depreciation fee is separate."
After seeing off Zhu Wei, who looked utterly dejected, an Audi A6 with the words "Changxiang City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association" printed on it suddenly stopped at the entrance.
A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the car, his hair slicked back and shiny, holding a bright red invitation card with gold lettering.
He walked to the door, glanced at Guan Shan who was gnawing on a bone, and then at Su Qing who was wiping his knife. His foot slipped, and he almost knelt on the threshold.
"Excuse me...is Dr. Wang Minyu here?" the young man asked, his voice trembling.
"He's not here." Wang Minyu took a sip of tea.
"Huh?" The young man was stunned, looking at Wang Minyu, who was sitting in the center of the room wearing a white coat. "Then you are...?"
"I'm the gatekeeper," Wang Minyu said, pointing to Li Siyuan. "That's our chief janitor here. Go find him."
Li Siyuan awkwardly accepted the invitation, opened it, and his expression immediately turned strange.
"Master... it's an invitation to the 'Provincial Conference on Difficult and Complex Diseases'," Li Siyuan read aloud. "We have specially invited Dr. Wang Minyu from Renxin Pharmacy to attend as a 'Representative of Folk Traditional Chinese Medicine,' and... he will give a 'live demonstration' at the conference."
"A live demonstration?" Zhao Na leaned closer to take a look. "There's another line of small print below: 'Please be sure to demonstrate your school's unique diagnostic and treatment methods for the expert panel to critique... oh no, to discuss.'"
"This is a trap." Although Pierre was a foreigner, he had been listening to a lot of storytelling about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms lately. "These old academics want to call you over and publicly execute you in front of all their colleagues in the province."
Wang Minyu accepted the invitation; the paper was so thick it could be used as a shoe insole, and it was even sprayed with perfume.
"Criticism?" He laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Li Siyuan's spine. "It's been a long time since I've seen someone so willingly offer up their face to be slapped. Perfect timing, my emotional value has been rising slowly lately, I need a few high-quality韭菜 (a metaphor for easily exploited people)."
"Are you going?" Su Qing asked, a glint of light flashing in her hand.
"Go, why not?" Wang Minyu stood up and casually placed the gold-embossed invitation under his teacup. "I heard that the buffet at these kinds of conferences has lobsters. Guan Shan, don't eat too much these next few days, save some room."
Guan Shan's eyes lit up, and he chewed and swallowed the bone in his hand: "Boss, can I get it to go?"
"Let's see what you can do."
The young man outside looked at the room full of monsters and ghosts, scrambled back into his Audi, and sped away.
He must tell the chairman when he gets back that this is no pharmacy, but a den of bandits.