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

Chapter 65 The Secret Next Door and Its Demise Upon Exposure

Wu Defa's shop is a size larger than Renxin Pharmacy. It used to be decorated in a magnificent style, but now only broken bricks and tiles remain.

Old Zhang pointed to a load-bearing wall that had just been broken open at the junction of the two shops, revealing a hidden compartment in the middle of the wall.

The hidden compartment was small, about the size of a shoebox. Inside was something wrapped in red cloth, along with several yellowed talismans.

"A talisman?" Su Qing leaned closer to smell it. "It smells of cinnabar and chicken blood. Wu Defa is quite superstitious."

Wang Minyu reached out and took out the red cloth bag.

It felt heavy in my hand. When I opened it, I found a bronze God of Wealth with a missing arm inside. The base of the God of Wealth was engraved with Wang Minyu's birth date and time.

"This is a 'lucky charm' formation." Liu Yixin walked in with his hands behind his back, glanced at it, and started cursing. "Wu Defa is such a despicable bastard! No wonder my business was bad for those years, he buried this thing in the wall to curse me! He must have stolen this birth date from the landlord."

Wang Minyu sneered and casually tossed the bronze statue to Guan Shan: "Take it and sell it for scrap; it should be enough to get two bowls of beef noodles."

"Yes, ma'am!" Guan Shan accepted the order with a cheerful smile.

All talk of feng shui arrangements and luck-suppressing techniques is nonsense in the face of absolute power.

Wu Defa himself has run away, so this God of Wealth is clearly not very effective.

"Old Zhang, keep smashing." Wang Minyu pointed to the wall. "I want to see the two stores connected by this week. I've sent you the design drawings; modify them according to that."

"Alright! As long as the money is right, I'll tile the Great Wall for you." Old Zhang called to the workers to get to work, and the sound of electric drills echoed through the old street once again.

Expansion is necessary.

Renxin Pharmacy is too crowded now. Even a "living dead" like Zhou Yi can only be treated by digging a hole in the backyard. If someone even more outrageous comes along in the future, they can't just hang them from the roof beam.

Wang Minyu had a plan: the left side would be a consultation area and pharmacy, the right side a physiotherapy area and VIP waiting room (specifically for reaping the profits from the wealthy), the backyard would continue farming, and the second floor would be converted into an inpatient department and staff dormitories.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

A man wrapped up like a rice dumpling rushed in.

The man was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hoodie pulled down low, and he was also wearing black gloves.

It was already getting dark outside, but he seemed to be avoiding the midday sun.

Behind him were two assistants holding up phone gimbals; the phone screens were lit up, clearly indicating they were live-streaming.

"Family! Today we're going to explore the legendary 'Strange Doctor's Clinic'!" The man with the zongzi-like face spoke in a shrill voice, tinged with a sarcastic edge. "I heard they even secretly bury people who die here? Today, our host 'Night Owl' will take you to uncover the truth!"

Just as Li Siyuan was about to stop him, Night Owl nimbly slipped in, shoving the camera directly into Zhou Yi's face as he was sweeping the floor.

"Look! This person looks terrible. Is he a patient who has been illegally detained?" Night Owl shouted.

Zhou Yi had just finished eating and was in a good mood when he was startled by the sudden camera lens. He burped and said, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm sick?" Night Owl sneered, taking off his sunglasses to reveal bloodshot eyes. "Of course I'm sick! I have 'vampire syndrome'! I can't stand the light; my skin rots whenever it's exposed to light! I've heard the miracle doctor here can cure anything; I'll see if he can cure my illness!"

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments:

Wow! Vampire syndrome? Porphyria?

This streamer is really going all out; he's risking his life to expose a fake streamer.

I think this doctor is a fraud; he'll definitely be exposed soon.

Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, holding the bronze God of Wealth base with the missing arm in his hands (Guan Shan hadn't had time to sell it yet), looking at the "Night Owl" with a half-smile.

The system panel pops up:

Malicious visitors detected.

[Patient: Zhang Qiang (online name: Night Owl), 26 years old.]

Chief complaint: Photophobia, skin tingling, insomnia. Self-diagnosed with "porphyria".

[The actual diagnosis is: jaundice caused by severe liver damage (covered up with makeup), autonomic nervous system dysfunction due to long-term disrupted day-night cycle, and... severe vitamin D deficiency.]

[Note: This is a fool who ruined his health for the sake of online traffic.]

"A vampire?" Wang Minyu stood up and slowly walked over. "I think you're a 'night owl'."

Night Owl paused for a moment, then retorted loudly, "What do you know! I've been to a major hospital, and the doctors all say it's a rare and difficult-to-treat illness! My whole body aches and my skin breaks out in rashes whenever I'm in the sun!"

"That means your liver's detoxification function is ruined." Wang Minyu ripped off his mask.

Beneath the mask was a face covered in thick foundation.

But in Wang Minyu's eyes, the sallow yellow showing through the foundation was simply shocking.

"Su Qing, bring me makeup remover."

"What are you doing! This is a personal attack!" Night Owl tried to dodge, but Guan Shan pressed him down into a chair like a chick.

Su Qing walked over with a bottle of medical alcohol swabs (she thought this was more effective than makeup remover) and wiped Ye Xiao's face without any hesitation.

Yellow. A burnt yellow color.

That face looked like old, stale, rotten meat, yellowish-black.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

Holy crap! Why is her face so yellow?!

[Is this a vampire? Or is it a Minion?]

[How badly has this liver damaged...?]

"Long-term all-night livestreaming, excessive drinking, and eating takeout," Wang Minyu listed off like reciting a menu. "Your liver is on the verge of shutting down. Abnormal bilirubin metabolism is causing itchy skin and photophobia. Your so-called 'photophobia' is because your body is so weak that it can't even withstand ultraviolet rays."

"Also," Wang Minyu pointed to his eyes, "those bloodshot eyes of yours aren't a vampire trait, they're dry eye syndrome and conjunctivitis. After two more months of broadcasting, you can apply for a guide dog."

Night Owl trembled with fear, but he remained defiant: "You're talking nonsense! This is a genetic mutation! I have medical proof..."

"It's fake, right?" Wang Minyu interrupted him. "Like those unbranded face masks you sell in your live stream?"

Night Owl's expression changed drastically.

He was paid by Kangmei to cause trouble. The script was "the miracle doctor ruined the rare disease patient's life," but he was exposed as soon as they met.

"I'm not getting treatment anymore! I'm leaving!" Night Owl struggled to stand up.

"Leave?" Wang Minyu pressed down on his shoulder, his grip as strong as an iron clamp. "You came to Renxin Pharmacy, and you think you can just leave without getting cured? What will become of my reputation if word gets out?"

"What do you want to do?" Night Owl looked at him in horror.

"Cure your 'vampire syndrome'." Wang Minyu beckoned to Li Siyuan, "Go, pull up those few 'Sunfire Grass' plants in the backyard and juice them."

Sunflower, a companion weed in the system's medicinal field, is characterized by its ability to absorb sunlight. Its sap is extremely pungent and hot, and it is specifically used to treat internal coldness.

"Also," Wang Minyu pointed to the renovation spotlights being installed outside the door, "Guan Shan, bring that light over."

Five minutes later.

The owl was tied to a chair, and a large bowl of bright red blazing sun grass juice was forced into its mouth.

The liquid rolled into his stomach like lava, instantly igniting the cold and dampness that had accumulated in his body.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Shan turned on the two-kilowatt industrial searchlight and shone it directly at the owl.

"Ah—! It's hot! So hot!"

The owl screamed, feeling as if it were inside Laozi's alchemy furnace.

"It's good that it's hot." Wang Minyu stood in the shadows of the light. "This is called 'artificial photosynthesis.' Your liver is too cold; it needs to be warmed up. I'll also give you some calcium while I'm at it."

Under the combined effects of the bright light and the medicinal liquid, Night Owl began to sweat profusely.

The sweat was yellow and had a strong, rancid smell.

As the sweat evaporated, the lifeless sallow complexion on his face visibly faded a little.

Ten minutes later, the lights went out.

The owl slumped in the chair, like a dehydrated salted fish.

But to his surprise, the deep-seated chill that had been tormenting him disappeared.

Instead, a long-lost warmth has arrived.

"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu asked.

"Hungry..." Night Owl said weakly, "I want to eat pork liver... spinach..."

The body is the most honest; it will try to supplement whatever it lacks.

"The consultation fee is five thousand." Wang Minyu turned off his live-streaming phone. "Also, go back and take down all those counterfeit products you have. If I find out you're still selling fake goods and deceiving people, next time I won't use the light lamp for you; I'll just hang you on a street lamp to dry in the sun."

Night Owl nodded repeatedly, paid the money, and fled in a sorry state with his assistant.

In the live stream, viewers were still reminiscing about the intense treatment they had just experienced.

[A miracle doctor! He can cure this?!]

This searchlight therapy method has been completely wasted.

The streamer's attempt to cheat backfired; he was exposed and even had to pay 5,000 yuan.

Wang Minyu was pleased to see the payment notification.

"Boss, the wall's been broken down!" Old Zhang shouted from inside. "But... there seems to be something else in the basement next door."

Wang Minyu frowned.

Just how many secrets is Wu Defa hiding in his shop?

He walked into the dusty construction site and looked in the direction Old Zhang pointed.

At the entrance to the basement of what used to be the Corning Pharmacy, there was a dark...coffin.

It's not empty.

Because Su Qing was squatting beside the coffin, excitedly banging on the coffin lid: "Boss, there's movement inside. It looks like something alive."