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

Chapter 82 Fertilizers and Artificial Bonsai

The mornings at Renxin Pharmacy begin with a sickening "sizzling" sound.

Wang Minyu was carrying a glass jar he had brought back from the hospital, which contained a mixture of bloody nematode corpses and realgar powder.

He stood by the herb garden in the backyard, like an old man watering flowers and plants, and evenly poured the liquid—enough to trigger a level-one alert from the biochemical corps—onto the roots of the mutated mint and elderberry plants.

"Master, will this... will this work?" Li Siyuan stood at the back door with a toothbrush in hand, his mouth full of foam. Watching the reddish-brown liquid seep into the black soil, he felt that he didn't need to eat breakfast anymore.

"This is called nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, understand?" Wang Minyu tossed the empty can to Guan Shan, who was boxing. "Those insects devoured a lot of human essence and blood. Now that they're dead, they're the highest grade of organic fertilizer. Wasting them is a huge crime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the few mint plants that had been wilting suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the leaves stretched and thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, their original emerald green color turning darker, and even a strange dark red tinge showing through the veins.

A chilling, even more intense and domineering air exploded in the courtyard in an instant, and Li Siyuan shivered, feeling as if the top of his head had been blown off.

The system panel flashed before Wang Minyu's eyes:

[High-energy bio-fertilizer was detected, and the crops in the medicinal herb field underwent benign mutations.]

[New Item Acquired: Blood Mint (Tier 2). Efficacy increased by 200%. Side effect: After consumption, it will cause a brief "bloodlust" urge (a desire to eat raw meat).]

Wang Minyu nodded in satisfaction.

Side effects, as long as they're not listed in the instructions, are considered "special effects."

"Open for business." Wang Minyu wiped his hands. "I'm in a good mood today, so the registration fee is up to two hundred."

As soon as Zhao Na pulled the roller shutter up, a strange "object" moved in.

It was a person, but he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

His entire body was wrapped in highly elastic bandages, with only his eyes and nostrils showing.

He walked with a stiff gait, stopping to catch his breath after each step, as if his body was enduring immense pain.

"Help...help me..." The voice of the person who came was faint, and it was a young man.

"Turn right after exiting the burn unit to the Second Hospital. They don't accept mummies here." Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, not even looking up, and was pruning the leaves of the blood mint plant with tweezers.

"It's not a burn..." The man moved with difficulty to the examination table and tremblingly unwrapped part of the bandage on his arm.

Li Siyuan leaned over for a look and immediately gasped, dropping the broom in his hand.

That's not a normal person's arm at all.

Her skin was deathly pale, as white as paper, so thin it was almost transparent, and you could even clearly see the blood vessels and muscle fibers underneath.

Even more terrifying is that this layer of skin is tightly stretched to the bone, with no subcutaneous fat, like a layer of plastic wrap covering raw meat.

The skin will crack and ooze tissue fluid with the slightest movement.

"In pursuit of 'extreme thinness,' you had full-body liposuction and even had your subcutaneous fascia removed?" Wang Minyu glanced at it, his tone flat, as if he were looking at a piece of inferior pork.

A flicker of fear crossed the man's eyes: "You...how did you know?"

"I also know that in order to fit into that so-called 'size 0 suit,' you severed two floating ribs with a corset, and even cut part of the soleus muscle nerve to make your calves look better." Wang Minyu put down the tweezers, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery. "What, now you think this 'work of art' body is no longer under your control?"

"I...I just want to be perfect." The man trembled in pain. "Lately, any movement feels like my whole body is on fire. The hospital said I have severe malnutrition complicated by polyneuritis, but I vomit everything I eat..."

"Nonsense." Su Qing walked out from the back room, holding a scalpel in her hand, and looked at him coldly. "Your stomach is constricted into a tube, and your intestines are stuck together. No wonder you can't eat anything. This isn't perfection; this is a living bonsai."

"Bonsai?" The man was stunned.

"Twisting the trunk, cutting off the roots, forcibly changing its shape to cater to aesthetics—what is that if not bonsai?" Wang Minyu pointed to the man's stomach. "Your internal organs are crammed together like a subway during rush hour, your diaphragm is pushed up and compressing your heart. In another month, you won't need to see a doctor anymore; you can just find a flowerpot and plant yourself in it."

The man broke down, collapsing to his knees with a thud: "Doctor, save me! I have money! I don't want to die!"

"I can save you, but this body will be ruined." Wang Minyu took out a bottle of dark ointment from the drawer. It was made from the sediment left over from last night's "pickled cabbage water." "This is a typical case of self-harm caused by 'body image disorder.' If you want to live, you have to 'nourish' this skin thick."

"How do I raise it?"

"Go to the backyard, take off all your clothes, and jump into that mud puddle and roll around in it." Wang Minyu pointed to the medicinal herb field that had just been fertilized. "The soil there contains highly active biological enzymes that can stimulate the regeneration of your subcutaneous connective tissue. The process will be very itchy, like ten thousand ants gnawing at your bones."

The man hesitated for a moment, looked at his bleeding arm, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Ten minutes later, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, came from the backyard.

Guan Shan squatted by the mud pit, holding a stick in his hand to prevent the man from crawling out in pain.

The man rolled in the black soil, and his originally pale skin turned bright red instantly upon contact with the medicinal soil. Countless tiny buds began to grow wildly, filling the gaps that had been artificially removed by others.

"Master, isn't this...too cruel?" Zhao Na felt a pang of pity as she listened to the screams.

"Cruel?" Wang Minyu took a sip of tea, in which a sprig of blood pepper was steeping, its taste spicy and pungent. "When he cuts himself to pieces for the sake of so-called 'beauty,' how come you don't find it cruel? The mental illnesses of modern people are much harder to cure than the physical illnesses. If you don't make him feel pain to the bone, he'll dare to have his jaw angle removed again next time to make his face thinner."

The screams lasted for half an hour before gradually subsiding.

The man crawled out of the mud pit, his body covered in black mud, looking like a terracotta warrior that had just been unearthed.

Although he was in a sorry state, he was surprised to find that the excruciating pain of his skin feeling like it was about to burst had disappeared, replaced by a thick, long-lost feeling of being enveloped.

"Put on your clothes and get out." Wang Minyu had collected 50,000 yuan in consultation fees. "Go back and eat more braised pork and look in the mirror less. If I see you wearing that childlike suit again, I'll have Guan Shan hang you on the wall."

The man left, thanking him profusely, without even daring to take the pile of expensive bandages.

Wang Minyu looked at his account balance and was in a good mood.

He walked up to the large, silent vat and tapped on its side.

"Hey, Sauerkraut, stop playing dead. Did that fertilizer smell familiar?"

A ripple appeared on the surface of the water in the jar, and the preserved "living dead" slowly floated to the surface, with only half of its head showing.

His skin had become completely keratinized, like a hard shell.

"Those are... my kind..." Sauerkraut's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "You...fed them grass?"

"It's about making use of waste," Wang Minyu chuckled. "You'd better try to stay alive, or one day this jar of acidic water won't be enough, and I'll bury you in the ground as fertilizer."

Suancai didn't speak, but for the first time, a feeling called "fear" was revealed in her pinpoint pupils.

This doctor is even more terrifying than those lunatics in the S organization.