mynovelonline Chapter 84 Data Waste and Pig Feed
Chapter 84 Data Waste and Pig Feed
Mornings at Renxin Pharmacy are usually accompanied by physical training for Guan Shan and his twelve geese.
Guan Shan was doing push-ups, and a goose was pecking at his butt.
This unique "pain stimulation training method" is said to improve nerve reaction speed, but Li Siyuan is highly skeptical of this, believing that Guan Shan is simply being irritable.
Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, holding the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" that he could never finish reading, but was actually staring blankly at the system panel.
Ever since I fed Jin Dazui that bowl of "resurrection soup", my reputation has increased a bit too quickly, and I've unlocked a new item in the shop - [Microscopic Spectrometer (Portable Version)].
This thing looks like a counterfeit money detector, but its function is quite bizarre: it can analyze dozens of indicators such as cortisol, blood sugar, and uric acid in human sweat and saliva within one second.
"Master, there's a strange man outside." Zhao Na shrank her neck as she entered, holding a broom in her hand. "He's circled the door three times, but hasn't come in. He's just staring at our signboard, and he's holding a... counter?"
Wang Minyu looked up.
A man stood at the door, around thirty years old, as thin as a telephone pole, wearing frameless glasses.
The most outrageous thing was his equipment: two smartwatches on his left wrist, a smart bracelet on his right wrist, a heart rate monitor on his chest, a pedometer on his waist, and a noise meter in his hand.
The man finally crossed the threshold.
He glanced at the noise meter, frowned, then looked at the air quality index on his watch, and frowned again.
"Hello, I'm here to register." The man's voice was mechanical, without any inflection. "My name is Zhang Shu. But I need to confirm first, what is the PM2.5 level in your clinic? Is the formaldehyde level above the standard? I don't want environmental toxins to affect my basal metabolic rate."
"Registration fee is two hundred, formaldehyde testing is an extra five hundred." Wang Minyu closed the book. "You're covered in electronic junk; your radiation is much greater than formaldehyde."
Zhang Shu paused for a moment, then adjusted his glasses: "This isn't electronic waste; it's my life monitoring system. I keep track of my daily calorie intake to one decimal place, maintain a sleep depth of over 25%, and strictly keep my step count at 12,000. But recently... it crashed."
"Completed a crash?" Li Siyuan asked curiously as he leaned closer.
"All my stats are perfect." Zhang Shu stretched out his wrist, showing the row of green health rings. "Heart rate 65, blood oxygen 99, body fat percentage 12%. But I can't move."
He pointed to his leg: "Every afternoon at three o'clock, I become paralyzed. It's like a battery has been suddenly pulled out; my mind is clear, but my body goes on strike. I went to the hospital to check my nerve conduction, and everything was fine. The doctor said I have 'hysteria,' which is an insult to my intelligence."
Wang Minyu didn't say anything, but took out the newly redeemed [Microscopic Spectrometer] from under the counter and scanned it against Zhang Shu's palm.
drop.
A row of red data popped up.
"Li Siyuan, move that human skeleton over here." Wang Minyu pointed to the model in the corner. "Let's teach this data fanatic a lesson."
Zhang Shu scoffed, "Traditional Chinese medicine also relies on data?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't talk about data, it talks like a human." Wang Minyu turned the analyzer screen around. "Cortisol level, 300% above the standard. Adrenaline, depleted. This isn't perfect data; it's like a scrapped car with the accelerator floored and the handbrake on."
"Impossible! My sleep quality..."
"Your sleep is fake," Wang Minyu interrupted him. "Smartwatches can only monitor body movement, not brain waves. When you force yourself to sleep according to a so-called 'scientific schedule,' your brain is actually constantly calculating: Am I asleep? Have I had enough deep sleep? This kind of 'monitoring sleep' is more mentally taxing than staying up all night."
Wang Minyu stood up and circled Zhang Shu: "What did you eat?"
"A complete nutritional meal replacement powder, a perfectly proportioned liquid diet." Zhang Shu said proudly, "I don't eat those natural foods full of impurities; they're too inefficient."
"Guanshan!" Wang Minyu shouted.
"What are you doing?" Guan Shan ran in, covered in sweat, carrying a goose that seemed intent on escaping.
"Go to the backyard and bring over the bucket of mixed grain bran used for feeding the pigs... oh no, I mean, the geese."
Zhang Shu's expression changed: "What are you going to do?"
"To cure your 'systemic malfunction'." Wang Minyu took the half-bucket of yellowish-brown powder that Guan Shan handed him. It was a mixture of wheat bran, cornmeal, and some kind of fermented soybean meal, and it smelled of fermented sourness. "Your illness is medically known as 'health anxiety disorder' complicated by 'even failure'. Your digestive system has long since degenerated; it doesn't move at all and relies entirely on liquids to flow through. The gut is the second brain; if the gut doesn't move, the brain goes on strike."
"This is pig feed!" Zhang Shu looked at the bucket of stuff. Data analysis showed that the crude fiber content of this stuff was ridiculously high.
"This is a blend of whole grains," Wang Minyu corrected. "It's rich in B vitamins and prebiotics. Since you like data, let me tell you, this whole bucket can transform your gut microbiota from a 'desert' into a 'rainforest.' Of course, the process will be a bit like a volcanic eruption."
"I'm not eating!" Zhang Shu turned to leave, but found that her legs wouldn't obey her again—it was three o'clock in the afternoon.
"It's not up to you." Wang Minyu gave Guan Shan a look.
Guan Shan, who weighs 200 pounds, revealed a simple and honest smile. He pried open Zhang Shu's mouth with one hand, and Li Siyuan skillfully used a spoon to pour the contents in.
"Waaaaah..."
Ten minutes later, Zhang Shu slumped in his chair, his stomach rumbling loudly.
That wasn't just ordinary gurgling; it sounded like a tractor was plowing the land inside his stomach.
"You can't measure how you feel right now, can you?" Wang Minyu handed him a glass of warm water. "Your vagus nerve is being forcibly activated. Your intestines are contracting violently, trying to grind up these 'rough' things. This pain is the reset button."
Zhang Shu clutched his stomach, cold sweat pouring down his face.
He looked at the watch on his wrist; his heart rate soared to 140, and his stress level was off the charts.
According to his theory, he should be dying now, but he felt a long-lost warm current spreading from his stomach to his limbs.
That's the feeling of "hunger".
He hasn't felt hungry for two years since he started using meal replacements.
"Go to the toilet," Wang Minyu pointed to a corner. "It might get clogged, so remember to unclog it yourself."
Zhang Shu stumbled into the toilet like a baby who had just learned to walk.
Half an hour later, he came out leaning against the wall. Although his face was pale, the mechanical look in his eyes had disappeared.
He took off his watch and threw it into the trash can.
"How much?" he asked weakly.
"The consultation fee is five hundred, and the feed fee is fifty." Wang Minyu tapped the calculator. "Also, there's a Lanzhou noodle shop to the left when you go out. Go and have a bowl of noodles, extra chili and extra vinegar. When you can eat noodles without looking at the calorie chart, you'll be completely cured."
After seeing Zhang Shu off, Li Siyuan looked at the tens of thousands of yuan worth of electronic devices in the trash can and swallowed hard. "Master, that watch... can we pick it up?"
"You're quite something." Wang Minyu rolled his eyes at him. "Pick it up, disinfect it, and list it on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app). Consider it a bonus for the two of you."
Zhao Na cheered and rushed towards the trash can.
Wang Minyu watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
This is life, full of everyday life and the smell of money.
He turned to look at the backyard, where the large vat remained silent.
But he wondered if it was just his imagination, because he felt that the leaves of the old locust tree were greener than yesterday, almost blackish.