mynovelonline Chapter 7 A Storm is Brewing, Time to Drink Cool Tea
Chapter 7 A Storm is Brewing, Time to Drink Cool Tea
In late autumn in Changxiang City, the fallen leaves hadn't even been swept away before the wind swept them away.
Renxin Pharmacy's business has been acting strangely lately.
Ever since that streamer named "Lala Li" cried and begged to drink that bowl of bitter medicine, some strange young people have started to appear in the store.
They didn't buy cold medicine or ask about anti-inflammatory pills; they just walked in and asked, "Boss, do you have that kind of herbal tea that makes you question the meaning of life?"
Mr. Liu is experiencing both pain and pleasure in this situation.
He was happy that his sales had indeed increased, but he was also annoyed that his respectable pharmacy was turning into a popular tourist hotspot.
Wang Minyu was still sitting on the small stool by the door, holding the stainless steel tea mug in his hands.
Today, the jar contains a few dried lotus leaves and cassia seeds, which smell like straw mats.
"Xiao Wang, what's going on here?" Boss Liu asked, wiping fingerprints off the counter while pointing to a row of young people squatting by the door drinking herbal tea. "This is a pharmacy, not Starbucks."
"This is called 'oil-removing tea'," Wang Minyu said, blowing on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water. "Young people these days eat too much takeout, which makes them prone to dampness in their bodies and dizziness. Drinking something bitter will help them clear their heads."
As they were talking, a black Audi A6 slowly pulled up to the side of the road.
The car window was rolled down halfway, revealing the face of a slightly puffy middle-aged man.
The man stared at the pharmacy sign for a long time before finally getting out of the car.
The man was wearing an elegant cashmere coat, but his belly was so big that the buttons were about to pop open.
He was panting heavily as he walked, and before he even entered the door, a strong smell of tobacco mixed with cologne wafted in.
Wang Minyu glanced at the system panel.
[Patient: Zhao Jianguo (same name as your father, purely coincidental). Symptoms: Severe fatty liver, high uric acid, early-stage diabetes. Cause: Excessive supplementation. Daily consumption of sea cucumber, bird's nest, and cordyceps turned his body into a garbage dump.]
"Doctor," Zhao Jianguo said without any ceremony as he entered, pulling a stack of medical reports from his bag and slamming them on the counter. "A friend told me you have some connections here. Take a look at these, see if you can adjust them?"
Mr. Liu quickly went over to look at the report, and when he saw the upward arrows, his scalp tingled: "Mr. Zhao, your indicators... you need to go to the endocrinology department of a major hospital."
"I went," Zhao Jianguo waved his hand impatiently. "They prescribed a bunch of medicine, which gave me a stomachache. I just wanted to ask if there's a way for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to lower my test results without having to avoid certain foods."
You want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass.
Wang Minyu put down his teacup, stood up, picked up the stack of reports, flipped through them casually, and then threw them back on the table.
"have."
Zhao Jianguo's eyes lit up: "What prescription? Money is not a problem."
"It's free." Wang Minyu pointed outside the door. "See that trash can over there?"
"I saw it, so what?"
"Throw in all the sea cucumbers, abalone, deer antlers, ginseng, and that medicinal wine you made with a dead snake."
Zhao Jianguo froze, his face instantly darkening: "Young man, are you kidding me? Those things cost tens of thousands per kilogram!"
"You only think it's useful because it's expensive." Wang Minyu walked around the counter, looked him up and down, and said, "Your body is like a clogged drain right now, and you're pouring gold into it, hoping the water will clear it? That's suicide."
"Then what should I eat?"
"Plain porridge, pickled vegetables. Drink water when you're hungry." Wang Minyu said calmly, "If you can't get your levels down in half a month, I'll give you this pharmacy."
"You..." Zhao Jianguo laughed out loud in anger, "Quack doctors! All of them are quacks! Making a dignified CEO like me drink porridge every day?"
"You don't have to drink it." Wang Minyu sat back down on the small stool. "But looking at your face, your forehead is flushed, and there are creases on your earlobes. Have you been feeling short of breath and tightness in your chest lately, especially around two or three in the morning?"
Zhao Jianguo, who was about to curse, suddenly shut his mouth. He looked at Wang Minyu with suspicion and uncertainty. He hadn't even told his wife about this symptom.
"That's a precursor to a heart attack." Wang Minyu picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Right now, you're just one big drink away from the ICU. The choice is yours—to live or die."
Zhao Jianguo stood there, his face turning pale and then flushed.
Several young people drinking herbal tea in the shop stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.
After a full minute, Zhao Jianguo took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine, I'll trust you this once. If it doesn't work in half a month, I'll have someone tear this shop down!"
After saying that, he grabbed the report, turned around, and left.
Mr. Liu was so frightened his legs went weak: "Xiao Wang, this guy drives an Audi, we can't afford to offend him."
"Don't worry, he values his life." Wang Minyu watched Zhao Jianguo's retreating figure. "The richer people are, the more afraid they are of death. Letting him go hungry for a couple of meals will be more effective than any medicine."
Meanwhile, in a cheap little hotel in Changxiang City.
The air was filled with the smells of instant noodles and foot odor.
Wang Jianguo sat on the edge of the bed, a cheap cigarette between his fingers, ignoring the ash that fell onto the sheets.
Li Xiumei, with red and swollen eyes, was rummaging through the old suitcase, sorting it over and over.
"Stop cleaning! It's so annoying!" Wang Jianguo yelled.
"What can we do? That little beast won't listen to reason or force, and he even stabs people... Look at your hands, they're still trembling." Li Xiumei said, her voice trembling with tears.
The door was pushed open, and a man wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a buzz cut walked in.
He had a DSLR camera hanging around his neck and a voice recorder in his hand. He looked refined and gentle, but his eyes darted around quickly, revealing a shrewd and calculating nature.
This is Zhou Wei, a special correspondent for a third-rate tabloid in Changxiang City.
Specializing in sensational news like family ethics and mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflicts, their pens are like stirring up trouble, poking wherever the stench is.
"Gentlemen, have you made up your minds?" Zhou Wei smiled and pulled up a chair to sit down. "This material is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. 'Top medical student abandons terminally ill younger brother, hides in small pharmacy to avoid filial obligations.' This headline is sure to be a hit."
Wang Jianguo hesitated, "Reporter Zhou, what if... if this gets out of hand, what will we do if he really doesn't care about us?"
"He wouldn't dare?" Zhou Wei pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold glint. "This is the internet age; public opinion is a knife. Once the video is released, netizens' spittle will drown him. To keep his job and avoid being gossiped about, he'll have to beg you for his bone marrow, even on his knees."
Li Xiumei's eyes lit up: "Really? You can make him pay you back?"
"Of course." Zhou Wei pulled a contract out of his bag. "As long as you cooperate with me in acting... oh no, in revealing the truth, we'll split the live stream tips and viewership revenue 50/50. That's much better than you going to work on a construction site."
Wang Jianguo looked at the contract, then at his still throbbing hand, and a wicked thought crossed his mind.
"Sign! I'll do anything to ruin that kid's reputation and make him hand over the money!"
Zhou Wei smiled with satisfaction and turned on the recorder: "Then let's begin. Remember, you need to be emotionally charged, you need to cry, you need to be miserable, you need to portray that kind of desperate despair with nowhere to turn. I've already written out the lines for you."
Outside the window, dark clouds hung low.
Wang Minyu sneezed in the pharmacy.
"Who's talking about me?" He rubbed his nose.
A system notification suddenly sounded: [A major reputation crisis has been detected that the host is about to face. Special mission triggered: 'Eye of the Storm'. Mission objective: Without defending yourself or playing the victim, use technical means to cause the rumor-mongers' social death. Reward: The lost ancient formula 'Qingxin Pill', Reputation Points +500.]
Wang Minyu looked at the panel, a slight smile playing on his lips.
finally come.