lerbook Chapter 71 Ex-girlfriends are more stubborn than mold.
Chapter 71 Ex-girlfriends are more stubborn than mold.
Conference room in the administration building of Changxiang Central Hospital.
The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of expensive fragrance and disinfectant, and the air conditioning was on full blast.
Wang Minyu, wearing a faded white lab coat and holding a chipped stainless steel tea mug, sat in a leather swivel chair, looking completely out of place.
Behind him stood Guan Shan, who stood like an iron tower, and Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, who were holding laptops and looking nervous.
Opposite them stood a row of Western medical experts, dressed in crisp shirts and with their hair slicked back.
"Dr. Wang, I've heard so much about you." Sitting in the main seat was Liu Jianbang, the director of the cardiology department, with a receding hairline. His smile carried three parts politeness and seven parts scrutiny. "You cured Dr. Chen's insomnia, and you also fixed Amy's face. Our hospital director is very curious about your 'alternative treatments' and specially invited you here to exchange ideas."
"It's not really an exchange," Wang Minyu said, blowing away the tea leaves floating in his teacup. "I mainly came to see if your cafeteria is better than the boxed lunches I have back home."
Liu Jianbang's lips twitched, but before he could reply, the conference room door was pushed open.
"Director Liu, I'm sorry I'm late."
A woman walked in, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels.
A Chanel suit, a Hermès Birkin bag, and makeup so exquisite it looked like she'd just been ripped from a magazine cover.
She took off her sunglasses, revealing a classic "socialite face," and her gaze swept across the room before finally settling on Wang Minyu.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance, their gossip radars instantly going off.
Something's off about this woman's eyes.
Three parts surprise, three parts disdain, and four parts... that's the resentment after seeing the ex become successful.
"Wang Minyu?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with a sense of superior surprise. "I heard there was a 'strange doctor' in the city. I thought it was just a coincidence of names. I didn't expect it to really be you."
Wang Minyu didn't even lift his eyelids, took a sip of tea, and said, "Guan Shan, open the window. The perfume in this room is too strong, it's pungent."
The woman's face froze for a moment.
"Jiang Yue, Sales Director for Greater China at Johnson & Johnson Pharmaceuticals," Liu Jianbang quickly introduced, clearly wary of this woman. "The new type of coronary stent that our hospital is introducing this time was overseen by Director Jiang."
Jiang Yue was Wang Minyu's girlfriend during his university years.
Back then, Wang Minyu was an orphan who also had to support his younger brother's education, so poor that he could only afford to stay in a cheap hotel that cost fifty yuan.
On graduation day, Jiang Yue got into a BMW, left with the words, "We're not a good match. I don't want to have to haggle over two cents when buying groceries in the future," and then disappeared completely.
"No need to be so formal when we meet old classmates." Jiang Yue pulled out a chair and sat down, casually placing the bag worth hundreds of thousands on the table with a dull thud. "I heard you opened a pharmacy in the old street? Business is pretty good, you can even get close to big shots like Old Chen."
"Luckily, I managed to make a living." Wang Minyu put down his teacup, and the system panel popped up automatically.
High levels of emotional fluctuations were detected.
[Target: Jiang Yue, 27 years old.]
Symptoms: Vanity personality disorder (late stage), socially-induced alcoholic liver disease (mild), endocrine disorders caused by chronic anxiety.
[Current Emotions: Jealousy (70%), Contempt (20%), Testing (10%).]
[Note: This is a crooked chive; the roots are rotten, but the leaves are still pretending to be young.]
"Just trying to make a living?" Jiang Yue laughed, her eyes sharp. "I heard you treat illnesses by cracking walnuts and raising insects. Minyu, we graduated from medical school, how come you're getting into feudal superstition now? If you need money, just tell me, I can get you a sales position at a pharmaceutical company, it's better than pretending to be a ghost on that run-down street."
Li Siyuan couldn't stand it anymore and was about to stand up to refute, but Wang Minyu held him down.
"Sales is out of the question." Wang Minyu looked at Jiang Yue, his tone indifferent. "I have a bad temper, I can't bend down or kneel. Unlike you, you have soft knees and a strong ability to adapt."
A few suppressed coughs echoed in the conference room.
Liu Jianbang awkwardly drank water to cover it up.
Jiang Yue's face flushed red instantly, and her nails dug into her palms.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and adopted a "I'm doing this for your own good" look.
"You're still as sharp-tongued as ever. I'm here today because I have a personal matter I'd like to ask you for a favor." Jiang Yue's eyes flickered. "Lately, I've been experiencing chest tightness and palpitations, and I've been to many hospitals but they can't find anything wrong. Since you're now known as a 'miracle doctor,' why don't you take a look at me right now? If you're right, I can put in a good word for you with the hospital director."
This is a trap.
If it can't be cured, then it's a scam, and I'll expose their lies on the spot.
If she's cured, it's because Jiang Yue has a lot of face, and she can also take the opportunity to kick her while she's down.
"Seeing a doctor?" Wang Minyu smiled, revealing eight teeth. "Sure. The registration fee is one hundred, cash only, no cards. Also, I have a rule when it comes to seeing a doctor: I'll tell you the truth, in case you can't handle it."
"I can afford a hundred yuan." Jiang Yue pulled a red bill from her bag and slapped it on the table. "Let's look at it here. Let all the experts see just how amazing your diagnostic skills are."
Wang Minyu took the money, but didn't take her pulse or look at her tongue. He just stared at Jiang Yue quietly for three seconds.
"You're sick."
Jiang Yue sneered: "Nonsense, why would I bother with you if I wasn't sick?"
"But this illness isn't in the heart," Wang Minyu pointed to her head, "it's in the brain. And it's a terminal illness."
The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear the air conditioning vents.
Liu Jianbang dropped the pen in his hand to the ground.
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na kept their heads down and their shoulders heaving, clearly trying to suppress their laughter.
Guan Shan looked bewildered, still wondering what the phrase "knees buckled" meant.
Jiang Yue's smile froze on her face, her eyes twitching: "Wang Minyu, this is a personal attack. Do you believe I'll sue you for defamation?"
"I'm a doctor, I'll only describe the pathology." Wang Minyu leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "You reported chest tightness and palpitations, but your complexion is rosy, your lips are not cyanotic, and your jugular veins are not distended. The few steps you took when you came in were made with such steady footsteps in your high heels, more like a pile driver. Your cardiopulmonary function is excellent."
He stood up and walked around Jiang Yue, as if he were looking at a product waiting to be sold.
"Your chest tightness usually occurs after 10 p.m., especially when you see classmates who were not as good as you in the past showing off their happiness on social media, or when you see your rich boyfriend fooling around with other young models."
Jiang Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.
"As for the heart palpitations," Wang Minyu stopped behind her, his voice low but each word piercing, "that's because you've been drinking heavily with Dean Liu... no, with various leaders lately, all for that stent order. The alcohol irritated your stomach lining, causing reflux esophagitis, which is making your heart race. Am I right?"
Jiang Yue jumped up, the chair scraping against the floor with a piercing scream: "You're talking nonsense! I'm lovesick! It's because... because I regret leaving you back then, and I'm heartbroken!"
She actually tried to play the emotional card.
In this situation, bringing up the "unforgettable past relationship" would both garner sympathy and make Wang Minyu appear cold-blooded and ruthless.
The experts around them exchanged ambiguous glances.
Looking at her calculating face, Wang Minyu sighed, "Jiang Yue, your acting has deteriorated. Back when you lied to me about going to the library but actually going on a date with the BMW guy, you acted much more sincerely than you do now."
He walked back to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down a few words.
"I can't cure lovesickness; you'd have to ask the God of Love for that. But I do have a special remedy for your 'acute anxiety about fame and fortune accompanied by histrionic personality disorder'."
Wang Minyu took a small, transparent glass bottle out of his pocket.
That was his usual container for chewing gum, but now it contained a few pale yellow pills.
"This is my specially developed 'Sobering Pill'," Wang Minyu said seriously, pushing the bottle forward. "It's a cure for all kinds of affectation, materialism, and envy. Take one pill three times a day, chew it thoroughly, and swallow it. Remember, you must chew it dry; don't drink water."
Jiang Yue looked at the bottle with suspicion: "What are the ingredients? Does it have a batch number?"
"A family secret recipe, I can't reveal it." Wang Minyu adopted a mysterious air. "What, you're afraid to eat it? Afraid I'll poison you?"
Jiang Yue gritted her teeth.
With so many people present, if she backed down, how would she ever be able to survive in the industry again? Besides, she was certain that Wang Minyu wouldn't dare to poison someone at the city hospital.
She poured out a grain, put it in her mouth, and chewed it thoroughly.
The next second, her facial features contorted in pain.
acid.
Extreme acidity.
It was so sour it made my teeth ache, my cheeks cramp, and tears streamed down my face instantly.
"Wang Minyu! What did you give me to eat?!" Jiang Yue covered her mouth, her words choked with sourness.
"Vitamin C." Wang Minyu calmly put the lid on his teacup. "High concentration. The kind that costs two yuan a bottle at the pharmacy. I see you eat too much meat and fish, so you're lacking vitamins. I'm giving you some. Also, sour flavors enter the liver, which can calm your liver fire, so you won't be spewing insults everywhere."
"Pfft—" Zhao Na finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Jiang Yue was trembling with anger, pointing at Wang Minyu: "You...you tricked me!"
"You were the one who started this harassment." Wang Minyu's smile vanished, his eyes turning icy. "Jiang Yue, don't treat others like fools. Whether you're doing well or not is none of my business. Whether you regret it or feel fortunate, it's your own choice. Don't try to disgust me with your expired 'feelings.' Here, take this bottle of medicine. Take more; it's good for your brain."
Harvesting Negative Emotions: Anger +500, Shame +800, Breakdown +300.
[System Evaluation: Precise strike, a fatal blow to the spirit.]
Wang Minyu turned to Liu Jianbang, who was staring in disbelief, and said, "Director Liu, since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Don't invite me to these boring gatherings in the future; I'm very busy. I have dozens of chives at home waiting to be watered."
After saying that, he led his men out of the conference room in a swagger.
In the corridor, Li Siyuan asked with admiration, "Master, is that really Vitamin C?"
"Yeah, the really sour kind." Wang Minyu shrugged. "I was originally planning to make this for Guan Shan to drink to prevent a cold. Oh, by the way, that 100 yuan registration fee is for an extra meal tonight—a seafood buffet."
Guan Shan's eyes lit up instantly: "Boss, I want salmon, a whole one."
As soon as the group stepped out of the inpatient building, before they could even discuss which buffet restaurant to go to, they saw a crowd gathered on the landscape bridge in front of them.
Some people were screaming, and others were recording with their phones.