rpbooks Chapter 140 The Butterfly Effect Caused by a Bowl of Soup
Chapter 140 The Butterfly Effect Caused by a Bowl of Soup
The Fourth People's Hospital of Changxiang City, Mental Health Center.
Dean Liu Guodong didn't sleep well all night.
He lay on the cot in his office, tossing and turning, his mind filled with Wang Minyu's ambiguous smile and the bowl of golden "Huilong Soup" that emitted a strange "fragrance".
As soon as it was light, he rushed to the intensive care unit on the third floor with huge dark circles under his eyes.
"How is it? Did you... did you feed him that soup?" He grabbed the nurse on duty, his voice trembling slightly.
The young nurse, still looking shaken, pointed to room 307: "Dr. Liu, you can see for yourself."
With the feeling of heading to the execution ground, Liu Guodong pushed open the door to the ward.
The nauseating smell I had expected did not appear. Instead, there was a faint, strange scent, like grass after rain mixed with sandalwood.
On the hospital bed, Li Mo, the programmer who had been tortured beyond recognition, was actually sleeping peacefully.
His face, which had been distorted by long-term screaming, now relaxed. Although it was still pale, it no longer had the frenzied ferocity it had before.
On the monitor next to him, all vital signs were as stable as a straight line.
"This..." Liu Guodong rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.
"Dr. Liu, it's amazing!" The doctor in charge of his care rushed over, his voice low and filled with excitement and disbelief. "After feeding him that bowl of medicine last night, the patient stopped struggling in less than ten minutes and then just fell asleep. This is the first time since his illness started that he's been able to fall asleep without sedatives!"
Liu Guodong moved closer to the bedside and carefully examined Li Mo's complexion.
He noticed that the dark aura that had accumulated between Li Mo's eyebrows, the Yintang acupoint where Wang Minyu had pricked with silver needles to draw blood yesterday, had completely dissipated, replaced by a normal, healthy skin tone.
He was completely convinced.
That young man surnamed Wang wasn't a charlatan at all; he was a monster.
A monster that can call excrement a miracle cure and actually cure diseases.
"Remember this!" Liu Guodong turned around and ordered the medical staff behind him in an unquestionable tone, "Anyone who dares to leak a single word about what happened yesterday, or the formula for this medicine, is fired immediately! Tell everyone that this is a major breakthrough achieved by our hospital in collaboration with experts from the province, using the latest 'targeted neuro-intervention therapy'!"
He knew in his heart that his life was now tied to Wang Minyu's pirate ship.
Whether Wang Minyu is a miracle doctor or a devil is unimportant; what matters is that he is someone you can't afford to offend.
Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open.
Li Mo's parents, a middle-aged couple who looked very unassuming, came in carrying a thermos.
When they saw their son sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed, they were first stunned, then burst into tears of joy.
"Doctor, my son... is he better?" Li Mo's mother asked excitedly, holding Liu Guodong's hand.
"Ahem, his condition has stabilized." Liu Guodong cleared his throat, adopting the air of a hospital director. "Thanks to our hospital's expert team, who conducted a consultation overnight, we were able to pull him back from the brink of death."
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!" The couple expressed their gratitude profusely.
However, while Li Mo's father was happy, he took out a book called "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" from his bag and placed it on Li Mo's bedside table.
"Doctor, when do you think he'll wake up? He has his postgraduate entrance exam next month, and this has already delayed him for several days. If he wakes up, could he do two practice tests while receiving the IV drip? He can't let his skills get rusty."
The ward fell into a deathly silence.
Liu Guodong looked at the man, then at Li Mo, who was finally getting a good night's sleep on the hospital bed, and suddenly understood what Wang Minyu had said yesterday—"This child isn't possessed by a ghost, he's been driven insane by you two vampires."
He suddenly felt nauseous, not because of the "returning dragon soup," but because of the seemingly simple but actually ignorant parents in front of him.
"Get out!" Liu Guodong, his anger seemingly coming from nowhere, pointed at the door and yelled at the bewildered couple, "If you want him dead, keep pushing him! This is a hospital, not your kid's tutoring center!"
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Renxin Pharmacy.
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na were squatting at the door, each holding a bowl of Pierre's special "French scallion oil noodles," eating with their mouths full of oil.
"Master, do you think that 'Returning Dragon Soup' is really that miraculous?" Li Siyuan asked vaguely.
Wang Minyu lay back in the rocking chair, leisurely picking his teeth: "Of course. That's not just ordinary stinky tofu broth. It contains egg whites from 'Jingxin Yuzi' and a few herbs that calm the mind and clear the senses. As for that... cough cough, it's just a placebo, mainly to scare Liu Guodong."
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Li Siyuan exclaimed in sincere admiration.
Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged woman entered the store, followed by a girl wearing thick glasses, carrying a backpack, and looking very refined.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Wang here?" The middle-aged woman's tone was polite, but a lingering anxiety was evident in her expression.
"That's me." Wang Minyu was too lazy to even get out of bed.
"Dr. Wang, please take a look at my daughter!" The middle-aged woman pushed the girl forward. "I don't know what's wrong with her lately. She has headaches every day, insomnia at night, and no appetite. We went to the hospital, and they said it's neurasthenia. They prescribed a lot of medicine, but it's not helping at all."
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance; this was their chance.
"Master, shall we give it a try?" Li Siyuan volunteered.
Wang Minyu waved his hand, indicating that they should do as they pleased.
Following Wang Minyu's example, Li Siyuan had the girl sit down and began to perform the "observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation" in a very professional manner.
"Red tongue tip, thin yellow coating, thready and rapid pulse... This is due to excessive heart fire, perhaps from too much academic pressure?" Li Siyuan quickly made a judgment.
The girl nodded and whispered, "I'm going to participate in the math Olympiad next week, and I... I'm afraid I won't do well."
"That's easy." Li Siyuan grabbed a few herbs from the medicine cabinet and was about to write a prescription when Zhao Na stopped him.
"Senior, wait a minute." Zhao Na leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered, "Are you... still constipated?"
The girl's face flushed red instantly, and she nodded shyly.
"Then we can't just clear the heart fire," Zhao Na interjected, speaking in an unquestionable tone. "The heart and small intestine are internally and externally related. When heart fire descends to the small intestine, it can lead to constipation and dark yellow urine. Clearing heart fire only treats the symptoms, not the root cause; we need to clear the 'fire' in the intestines as well."
Her theory left Li Siyuan completely bewildered.
He discovered that his junior sister, who usually seemed a bit absent-minded, had an unusually clear mind at crucial moments.
"Then... what prescription should we use?" Li Siyuan asked humbly.
Zhao Na thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. She ran to the kitchen and whispered a few words to Pierre, who was studying how to remove the seeds from cucumbers.
A moment later, Pierre came out carrying a glass of strangely colored, greenish-yellow smoothie.
"What is this?" the middle-aged woman asked warily.
"This is our newly developed 'Scholar's Happy Water'," Zhao Na introduced mysteriously. "The main ingredient is the 'Calm No. 1' bitter melon grown by Old Cai, combined with Chef Pierre's special 'Mutant Mint Syrup,' and finally a little bit of... raw mung bean powder ground by Brother Guanshan."
This recipe sounds like a culinary disaster.
"Bitter melon? That's too bitter! My daughter hates bitter things the most!" The middle-aged woman waved her hands repeatedly.
"Auntie, you don't understand." Zhao Na mimicked Wang Minyu's tone and began to earnestly exaggerate, "This is called 'using bitterness to cool the fire and coolness to purify the mind.' Moreover, a true academic genius isn't afraid of this bit of bitterness. This 'academic genius water' can not only cure her headaches and insomnia, but also make her think clearly and write like a pro in the exam room. Of course, it's not cheap either, one hundred and eighty-eight yuan a cup, take it or leave it."
The middle-aged woman hesitated.
The girl looked at the bright green smoothie, swallowed hard, and said almost unconsciously, "Mom, I want to try it."
She picked up the cup and took a big gulp with a look of grim determination.
The next second, her eyes widened suddenly.
Contrary to her expectations of bitterness, it was replaced by an extremely refreshing, minty sweetness that instantly dispelled the restlessness and anxiety in her mind.
"It's...delicious?" the girl asked in disbelief.
"Of course," Pierre said proudly, raising his chin. "I used a French clarification technique to remove 90% of the bitterness from the bitter melon, retaining only its aroma and nutrients. The production cost of this drink is higher than your price of 188."
The middle-aged woman was completely stunned to see her daughter finish the glass of "happy water" in one gulp, and a long-lost relaxed expression appeared on her face.
"Doctor, is there any more? I'd like a cup too, I've been feeling a bit feverish lately."
"That's all, it's a limited edition." Zhao Na waved her hand, secretly overjoyed.
This was the first time she had successfully "harvested" something on her own. The sense of accomplishment was even better than getting a perfect score on a test.
Wang Minyu sat on the recliner, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Children can be taught.
These little leeks have finally learned to use sickles themselves.