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

Chapter 14 The Philosopher on the Construction Site

On the western outskirts of Changxiang City, a real estate construction site is under construction.

Dust, noise, and sweat constitute the main theme here.

Among a group of dark-skinned, muscular workers, a fair-skinned, chubby figure stood out from the crowd.

Qian Dafa threw away his safety helmet, plopped down on the pile of bricks, picked up a large enamel mug, and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold boiled water.

"Phew... I'm exhausted..." He panted heavily, feeling like all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

It's been three days.

For three whole days, he was carrying bricks in this godforsaken place.

On the first day, he almost died on the construction site.

Having been pampered since childhood, he had never done such heavy work before. After moving things for less than half an hour, he felt dizzy and almost suffered from heatstroke.

The foreman, seeing his pathetic state, wanted to kick him out, but he insisted on giving him two thousand yuan to stay.

Back in his rented, dilapidated house that night, he felt like a useless person. He collapsed into bed and couldn't even eat.

The next day, he was sore all over, as if he had been beaten up by more than a dozen people.

But he gritted his teeth and went anyway. At noon, he ate boxed lunches with the workers. The lunches consisted of two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, and weren't very oily, but he ate them ravenously, finding them more delicious than any of the delicacies he had ever eaten before.

Today, the third day, he has gradually adapted to this rhythm.

Although I was still tired, that feeling of being lightheaded and unsteady had actually disappeared.

I no longer suffer from insomnia and vivid dreams at night; I fall asleep as soon as I lie down.

"Old Qian, taking a break?" Old Wang, a foreman in his fifties, offered him a cigarette.

"Brother Wang," Qian Dafa waved his hand, "I've quit, I don't smoke anymore."

Old Wang was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Wow, you're quite the different person after just a few days. When you first arrived, I thought you were some boss here to experience life."

"Experience my ass, I'm just here to atone for my sins." Qian Dafa laughed self-deprecatingly.

He's been thinking a lot these past few days.

He recalled his youth, when he had worked hard brick by brick to build his fortune.

But what happened after he got the money? He spent his days drinking, karaoke, and playing mahjong, surrounded by a group of people who flattered him. He thought that was the pinnacle of life.

And the result? His health collapsed, and his family nearly fell apart.

His wife disliked his many flaws, and his son thought he was unbearably vulgar.

Until that day, Wang Minyu's words woke him up and made him come to work as a bricklayer.

He then realized that he had lost not only his health, but also the feeling of being a down-to-earth person.

"Atonement?" Old Wang's interest was piqued. "What did you do wrong?"

"I've caught the 'disease of affluence'." Qian Dafu patted his still-large belly. "I used to think that money made you king, and you could do whatever you wanted. Now I realize that a person is just a machine. If you don't use it properly, even if you give it the best oil, it will still break down."

Old Wang was stunned, thinking that these words were quite insightful.

"So you plan to... keep moving?"

"Move! That little miracle doctor said it'll take a month!" Qian Dafu stood up, put his helmet back on, and a newfound determination flickered in his eyes. "If I don't get rid of these lousy habits, I'm not Qian!"

He walked to a pile of cement, bent down, and skillfully picked up a bag.

Fifty kilograms of cement weighed heavily on his shoulders.

But he felt more at ease than ever before.

……

Renxin Pharmacy.

Early in the morning, Boss Liu was stunned by the scene outside his door.

The entrance to the pharmacy was surrounded by layers of people.

Reporters with their cameras and microphones, internet celebrities live-streaming on their phones, and a large crowd of onlookers just there for the spectacle.

People's Park was even more packed with people.

Lin Wan'er's "pig face therapy" has become the most popular spectacle in Changxiang City today.

"Xiao Wang, what... what should we do?" Boss Liu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Wang Minyu, on the other hand, remained quite calm.

He was wearing a white coat and carrying a teacup when he came in through the back door.

"Open the door and do business."

"Still doing business? The door's practically bursting at the seams!"

"Then let them squeeze in." Wang Minyu walked behind the counter, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few big characters on it, and then stuck it on the glass door.

[Please register before seeing a doctor; please behave respectfully when observing. Our shop is small and has no seating area. Also: Today, limited quantities of herbal tea are available, one cup per person, 10 yuan, specially formulated to cure any liver fire caused by crowding.]

When the notice was posted, the crowd at the entrance was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This doctor is hilarious!"

"Selling herbal tea? That's quite a business acumen!"

"Ten yuan a cup? Okay, I'll buy it! I have a lot of liver fire!"

Boss Liu was dumbfounded.

He never imagined that this could become a business.

Just then, the crowd was pushed aside, and several uniformed health bureau staff walked in with serious expressions.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties with a square face and a serious demeanor.

"Who is Wang Minyu?" the man asked, his voice booming.

Mr. Liu's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself: Oh no, we've alerted the authorities after all.

"That's me." Wang Minyu walked out from behind the counter.

"We are from the Municipal Health Bureau's Enforcement Team." The man flashed his badge. "We received a report from the public that you are practicing medicine illegally and making false claims here. Please cooperate with our investigation."

The reporters at the entrance instantly became excited, and all their cameras were pointed at Wang Minyu.

[Breaking News! Internet Celebrity Doctor Suspected of Practicing Medicine Illegally; Health Bureau Investigates!]

This title alone is exciting.

"Practicing medicine without a license?" Wang Minyu glanced at the man's identification, then took out his own medical qualification certificate and practice certificate from the drawer and placed them on the counter. "All documents are complete and legal."

The man picked up the document, looked at it, and frowned.

The certificate is genuine, and the registered address is indeed this pharmacy.

"And what about false advertising? You're having patients slap themselves with pig faces, making them work on construction sites carrying bricks—what kind of treatment is that? It's just sensationalism!" a young law enforcement officer nearby questioned.

"This is the 'emotional therapy' and 'behavioral therapy' in Traditional Chinese Medicine," Wang Minyu said calmly. "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic says: 'Anger injures the liver, joy injures the heart, worry injures the spleen, grief injures the lungs, and fear injures the kidneys.' Many diseases have their root cause in emotions. Lin Wan'er's facial paralysis was caused by her excessive 'image burden' and anxiety. I made her embarrass herself in public to break her 'inner demons.' Qian Dafa's high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar were caused by his pampered lifestyle and dormant Yang energy. I made him do manual labor to raise his Yang energy and stimulate his body's self-healing ability."

Wang Minyu quoted extensively from classical texts and spoke with great eloquence.

The young law enforcement officer was speechless.

"Nonsense and heresy!" The square-faced man at the head of the group sneered. "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive; it's not an excuse for you to fool around! Your behavior has caused extremely negative social impact! Today, we must punish you!"

"Punishment?" Wang Minyu laughed. "Excuse me, did I kill someone or cure a bad person? Lin Wan'er's face is improving, and Qian Dafa's mental state is also getting better. I cured my patients, yet you want to punish me. What kind of logic is that?"

"You..." The square-faced man was speechless for a moment.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a weak voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Ahem... Excuse me, excuse me..."

Everyone turned around and saw an old man, as thin as a bamboo pole, walking in shakily, supported by his son.

The old man had a sallow complexion, purple lips, and coughed incessantly, each cough sounding as if he were coughing up his lungs.

The square-faced man's expression changed drastically the moment he saw the old man's face clearly.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This... this old man is actually the father of a health bureau leader?

The plot is too coincidental, isn't it?

"I...I would have died if I hadn't come..." the old man gasped for breath, pointing at Wang Minyu, "I...I came to find this young miracle doctor...to save my life..."

The square-faced man was dumbfounded.

His father has had chronic bronchitis for decades, and it flares up every autumn and winter.

He took him to see all the major hospitals and famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors in Changxiang City, but they could only alleviate the symptoms and could not cure the disease.

In recent days, it has become so severe that he can't even walk.

Why would he come to this "illegal miracle doctor" whom he was leading the investigation of for help?