NIP Chapter 35 Hot Pot Broth is Also Medicine
Chapter 35 Hot Pot Broth is Also Medicine
The spoonful of scalding hot chili oil, brimming with the essence of countless chilies and Sichuan peppercorns, slid down Li Haoran's throat like a fiery dragon, instantly exploding in his numb stomach.
Everyone around held their breath, and even the bubbling sound of the hot pot was exceptionally clear.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Li Haoran remained unresponsive, like a lump of mud.
"No...no, brother!" Zhou Peng was almost in tears, his hands trembling. "He's not responding!"
"Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while." Wang Minyu crossed his arms and watched leisurely.
Just as Zhou Peng was about to collapse, Li Haoran's body suddenly convulsed violently.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the abnormal liver color on his face began to turn purplish-brown.
"Wow--"
A mixture of alcohol, hot pot broth, and stomach acid erupted from Li Haoran's mouth like a volcanic eruption, splashing all over Zhou Peng.
The smell was like a biological weapon.
Zhou Peng was so choked by the fumes that he took three steps back and nearly died on the spot.
Surprisingly, after this earth-shattering vomiting fit, Li Haoran's rapid breathing actually calmed down.
His tightly closed eyelids twitched a few times, and he let out a weak groan.
"Water...water..."
"He's alive! He's come back to life!" a girl nearby exclaimed in surprise.
Zhou Peng, disregarding his own filth, leaned over to take a look and saw that although Li Haoran was still very weak, his complexion had faded from a frightening purplish-red to a normal pale white.
He looked at Wang Minyu, his eyes filled with the fear of surviving a disaster and... unbelievable worship.
Using hot pot broth to save lives? What kind of medicine is this?
"Is...is that all?" Zhou Peng stammered.
"He's halfway there." Wang Minyu pulled a few tissues from the table and wiped his hands. "He's expelled the toxins from his stomach, so his life is saved. But the alcohol has already entered his bloodstream, and the damage to his liver and nerves is still there. Let's take him to the hospital, get him some IV fluids to protect his liver and nourish his nerves, and observe him for 24 hours."
He patted Zhou Peng on the shoulder: "Remember, he's lucky to have run into me today. If he does this again, you'd better prepare your lawyer and coffin."
Zhou Peng was startled by the slap and nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, you're right, brother! I'll never dare to do it again! Brother, who are you? Leave me your contact information, I, Zhou Peng, will definitely repay this life-saving grace!"
"No need." Wang Minyu pointed to the glass of plum juice on the table that he hadn't drunk yet. "You can pay the bill for this meal; that'll be a thank you gift."
After saying that, he called to Li Siyuan, Zhao Na, and Boss Liu, who were already dumbfounded, "Let's go, the smell here is too strong, let's find somewhere else to have a late-night snack."
The group left gracefully amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of Zhou Peng and his henchmen.
Reaching the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, Zhao Na finally came to her senses and couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Wang, using hot pot broth to induce vomiting... is that even possible?"
"Why not?" Wang Minyu retorted. "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes 'using what's available.' That kid's condition at the time was one of blocked Qi; ordinary stimulation wouldn't work. We had to use extremely pungent and hot substances to forcefully open his acupoints. Of all the things on the table, besides that pot of chili oil, was there anything more 'powerful'?"
Li Siyuan listened thoughtfully from the side: "Using poison to fight poison, guiding the situation... I understand! Dr. Wang, you've cleverly applied the 'urgent purging to preserve yin' principle from the *Treatise on Cold Damage*! Using the 'heat toxin' of hot pot broth to attack the 'damp toxin' of alcohol, while simultaneously expelling the toxins through violent vomiting and preserving body fluids! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Wang Minyu glanced at him and thought to himself, "I just thought the chili oil was spicy enough, but you can elevate this to the level of the 'Treatise on Febrile Diseases.' No wonder you're a graduate student."
"Alright, stop flattering me," Wang Minyu said. "Today's internship report is titled 'On the Innovative Application of Chongqing Hot Pot in Emergency Care,' 5,000 words, with an accompanying pathological analysis of acetaldehyde dehydrogenase deficiency. It's due tomorrow morning."
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na's faces immediately fell.
……
The next day, Renxin Pharmacy.
Before Wang Minyu even opened the door, he saw a flashy red Ferrari parked in front of it.
Zhou Peng, dressed in a brand-new, high-quality men's outfit, with his hair slicked back and shiny, was holding a huge fruit basket and trying to ingratiate himself with Boss Liu with a fawning expression.
"Dr. Wang! You've arrived!" Upon seeing Wang Minyu, Zhou Peng immediately rushed forward. "Thanks to you last night, Haoran, who spent the night in the hospital, was able to walk this morning. The doctor said that if he had been brought in five minutes later, even a miracle wouldn't have saved him. This is just a small token of my appreciation; please accept it!"
Wang Minyu didn't even glance at the fruit basket: "I said, the meal payment is fine."
"That won't do!" Zhou Peng insisted on handing the fruit basket to Boss Liu, then pulled out a gold-rimmed business card from his pocket. "Miracle Doctor, this is my business card. In the future, if you need anything in Changxiang City, just say the word. I, Zhou Peng, will go through fire and water for you without batting an eye!"
Wang Minyu took the business card, glanced at it, and casually tossed it into the drawer of the counter.
"Alright, I appreciate the thought. Just don't park your beat-up sports car in front of my door again; it's affecting my business." Wang Minyu waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.
Zhou Peng wasn't angry at all; instead, his smile widened even more: "Alright! I'm off! You're busy, Doctor!"
Watching the Ferrari speed away, Boss Liu, clutching the fruit basket bigger than his head, grinned from ear to ear: "Little Wang, you've got connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles now! Even that little tyrant from the Zhou family is completely under your thumb."
Wang Minyu didn't respond. He knew that this kind of person's "loyalty" was as thin as paper, so he should just listen and forget about it.
He had just sat down and brewed his first cup of tea when a furtive head peeked in through the door.
It's that illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family, Shen Jia.
She was still bundled up tightly today, but she looked better than yesterday; at least she wasn't shaking as badly.
"Dr. Wang... Dr. Wang," she said softly, "I... went to sit in the park today."
"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu asked.
"I...I feel like I'm dying." Shen Jia's voice was trembling with sobs. "Everyone was looking at me, and I felt like they were all laughing at me. I sat there for less than ten minutes before running back."
"As expected." Wang Minyu's reaction was calm. "Let's continue tomorrow."
"I...I really can't..."
"Then rent a stool and sit in my shop," Wang Minyu pointed to a corner. "Five hundred a day, fair and square."
Shen Jia: "..."
Looking at Wang Minyu's heartless face, and then thinking about the piercing stares she received in the park, she ultimately chose the latter.
"I'll rent it." She gritted her teeth, took out her phone, and transferred another five hundred yuan.
Just then, a tall woman wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and a mask, surrounded by a group of assistants and bodyguards, strode into the pharmacy.
She walked straight up to Wang Minyu, took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that was perfect but expressionless.
"Dr. Wang," the woman's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, "my name is Angie. My face... I can't smile anymore."
Wang Minyu looked at her, and lines of cold data appeared on the system panel.
[Patient: Anqi, 28 years old, Occupation: Actress.]
[Symptom: Sequelae of facial nerve palsy, commonly known as "facial paralysis".]
[Cause: In pursuit of a better on-camera appearance, excessive amounts of botulinum toxin were injected, and a facial thread lift was performed, resulting in nerve damage.]
Another patient cursed by "beauty".
Before Wang Minyu could speak, Li Siyuan and Zhao Na next to him had already started discussing in hushed tones.
"Senior brother, look at her face. The muscles around her cheekbone points are stiff, and there's a noticeable pulling sensation in the area connecting the Yingxiang and Dicang acupoints. This is a typical sign of 'wind-evil obstructing the meridians'!"
"No, look at her eyes. Although they are cold, there is a burning desire deep within her pupils. Her philtrum is short and shallow, and her lips are dark in color. This indicates yin deficiency and excessive fire, preventing body fluids from nourishing the facial meridians. The root of the problem is internal, not external."
Wang Minyu listened to the "consultation" of the two interns, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It seems that collecting junk is having some effect.
He tapped the table, interrupting their discussion, then looked at Angie and said something that struck her and her entire team like a thunderbolt.
"If you want to cure your face, you can. Go to the zoo and find the monkey enclosure. Every day, face the monkeys and imitate their funny faces for an hour."