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

Chapter 114 Battle Robes and Human CT Scanners

With two days to go before the exchange meeting, Renxin Pharmacy entered a strange state of preparation.

The so-called preparation for battle was not about flipping through medical books or organizing medical records, but rather—buying clothes.

"Master, do we really have to dress like this?" Li Siyuan stood in front of the full-length mirror and tugged at the bright red Tang suit he was wearing.

The clothes were embroidered with the four golden characters "妙手回春" (Miraculous Healing Hands), which Boss Liu bought from the wholesale market, supposedly to demonstrate "confidence in traditional culture."

"This isn't called wearing clothes, it's called 'dressing up.'" Wang Minyu was sitting next to him eating sunflower seeds. He was still wearing that faded white lab coat, but he had changed into a new shirt underneath—a gift from Qian Dafu, still with the tag on. "As a representative of the people, you have to have a bit of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) vibe. With this outfit, if you stand among a group of experts, you'll stand out like a crane among chickens."

"It's like standing out from the crowd..." Zhao Na muttered under her breath. She was forced to wear a cheongsam with a blue and white porcelain pattern, the slit so low it looked like she was going to be a hostess. "Why doesn't Sister Su wear one?"

Su Qing was wearing a black business suit today, with sharp tailoring, which made her look like a scalpel drawn from its sheath.

She is helping Guan Shan try on a suit.

It was less like trying on a suit and more like being tortured on Guanshan Mountain.

The largest size XXL suit on Guan Shan looked like a bodysuit for Hulk.

With the slightest inhalation, the stitches on his back made a sickening "thump-thump" sound.

"Don't inhale," Su Qing commanded coldly. "Relax your latissimus dorsi muscles."

"Sister Su, I can't hold it in anymore..." Guan Shan's face turned bright red, and then with a "rip," his sleeve tore open from under his armpit, revealing rock-like muscles underneath.

"Never mind," Wang Minyu sighed. "Guan Shan should just wear his security guard uniform and bring that rubber baton; it'll look more intimidating."

Just as I was making my move, a familiar face walked in through the door.

It's Director Zhang Wei from the Department of Neurology at the Third Municipal Hospital. Ever since he was cured of his baldness here (although the process was very painful), he has become an unofficial informant for Renxin Pharmacy.

"Brother Wang, something terrible has happened." Zhang Wei took off his hat as soon as he entered, revealing a head just beginning to grow a layer of black down. "This exchange meeting was a trap set for you!"

He leaned closer mysteriously: "I looked at the agenda. The person in charge of this meeting is Jia Daoquan, the vice president of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This old man is a die-hard academic who hates unorthodox methods. He specially arranged a segment called 'Practical Application of Differentiation and Treatment,' and prepared an extremely difficult patient, just waiting for you to embarrass yourself on stage."

"How tricky?" Wang Minyu handed him a glass of mint water.

"I heard it's 'possessed by a ghost,'" Zhang Wei said in a low voice. "The patient is a teenage girl who talks nonsense every night and has incredible strength; several strong men couldn't hold her down. Western doctors did an EEG and an MRI, and everything came back normal. Jia Daoquan diagnosed it as hysteria, but he deliberately didn't treat it, saving it for a test at the meeting."

Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow: "Since it's hysteria, why doesn't he get treatment?"

"It's all part of a setup," Zhang Wei sighed. "He wants to prove that only traditional Chinese medicine combined with modern psychology can cure this disease, while your kind of... cough cough, this more 'avant-garde' treatment is feudal superstition."

"Interesting." Wang Minyu stroked his chin.

"Possessed by a ghost..." Li Siyuan shuddered. "Master, isn't this question beyond the syllabus?"

"What syllabus? There are no ghosts in this world, only people with guilty consciences." Wang Minyu stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Since they've set the questions, we need to give them some practice. Su Qing, close the door, special training."

The so-called special training was simply throwing Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, two rookies, into a "high-pressure environment".

Wang Minyu had Guan Shan lie on the examination bed, acting as the patient.

"Right now, Guan Shan is that 'possessed' little girl." Wang Minyu pointed to that 200-pound muscle mass. "You two, use your senses to find all the hidden ailments on his body. You have ten minutes. If you can't find them, you won't get any dinner tonight, and you'll have to practice wrestling with Guan Shan."

Li Siyuan looked at Guan Shan's arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, and swallowed hard.

If this were wrestling, it wouldn't be a matter of eating, it would be a matter of attending a banquet.

"start!"

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na instantly entered battle mode.

"A rosy complexion and a radiant forehead... this is from overeating," Zhao Na quickly judged.

"The pulse is strong and powerful, but the cun, guan, and chi positions are a bit slippery... that's because the pig's trotters you just ate haven't been digested yet." Li Siyuan grabbed Guan Shan's wrist, feeling as if he were pressing on a steel pipe.

"Anything else?" Su Qing asked coldly, keeping track of the time. "Three minutes left."

The two were sweating profusely with anxiety.

Guan Shan is as strong as an ox, where did he get sick?

Just then, Wang Minyu suddenly spoke up: "Don't look with your eyes, look with your heart. Why has Guan Shan been reading so many books about pig farming lately?"

Li Siyuan had a sudden inspiration, and he leaned closer to Guan Shan, his nose twitching twice: "There's a faint...mint scent? No, it smells like Tiger Balm!"

He yanked open Guanshan's trouser leg.

Guan Shan's calves were covered with mosquito bites, some of which had already been scratched raw.

"Itching!" Li Siyuan exclaimed. "You have allergies; you're allergic to the toxins of those mutated mosquitoes in the backyard!"

Guan Shan scratched his head sheepishly: "I have thick skin, so I don't usually feel it, but it's so itchy at night that I can't sleep, so I applied half a bottle of Tiger Balm."

"Barely passing." Wang Minyu nodded. "Remember this feeling. At the conference, those experts will use all sorts of technical terms and instruments to distract you. What you have to do is peel back the fancy appearances like an onion and get straight to the point."

He walked to the window and looked at the bustling old street outside.

"The so-called 'possession by a ghost' is nothing more than being absent-minded or having one's qi and blood in disarray." Wang Minyu's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since Dean Jia has prepared such a great gift for us, we can't go empty-handed."

He turned to Pierre and said, "We'll work overtime tonight and make a jar of the stinkiest tofu ever made, the kind that can bring the dead back to life. We'll take it as a 'souvenir'."

Pierre saluted: "Yes, Captain! I will add a special blue cheese culture, guaranteed to leave those experts with an unforgettable experience."