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

Chapter 124 The Ultimate Showdown of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

Fang Jie's "defection" caused a huge uproar within the Health Supervision Bureau.

This section chief, known as the "Extinction Master," not only failed to shut down Renxin Pharmacy, but also became its first paid member for "sterile welcome tea."

This made her arch-rival—the head of the First Inspection Division, a man also known for his strictness—feel that his authority was being challenged.

But Wang Minyu paid no attention to these office politics.

What he's more concerned about now is that the chickens in the backyard, fed by Pierre using molecular gastronomy techniques, are starting to show new mutations.

"Boss, look at this egg." Su Qing, wearing gloves, held an egg with an unprecedentedly solemn expression.

The egg was a size larger than a regular chicken egg, and its shell was not white or brown, but had a warm, translucent texture similar to mutton fat jade.

Through the eggshell, you can even vaguely see the yolk inside moving.

"This was laid by that 'calm chicken,'" Pierre added, his tone tinged with the pride of a creator. "I fed it a concentrated 'Jade Soup' extract separated by a centrifuge for three days, along with ultrasonic massage. This morning, it laid this egg."

Wang Minyu took the egg and activated the [Aura Observation Technique].

Product Name: Tranquil Jade Seed

[Features: Rich in high concentrations of lecithin and sphingomyelin, possessing potent sedative, calming, and neuronal repair functions.]

[Side effect: After taking this product, you may enter a "post-coital period," experiencing a loss of interest in everything, lasting for half an hour.]

"Good stuff." Wang Minyu weighed the egg in his hand. "This thing is a cure for all kinds of mania and ADHD. Pierre, increase the amount of feed and try to turn those chickens in the backyard into 'egg-laying machines'."

Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang.

This time, it wasn't a patient who came in, but Old Cai, carrying a hoe and covered in mud.

Behind him followed a similarly disheveled but energetic young man—Zhao Shihao.

"Dr. Wang!" Old Cai shouted as he entered the door, his voice booming, "Something's happened!"

"What's wrong? Did someone crush your radish again?" Wang Minyu poured him a cup of tea.

"It's worse than that!" Old Cai plopped down, pointing to his vegetable patch (he'd brought a model of it). "I sprayed my cucumbers with that 'bio-inducing solution' formula you gave me. And the result... and they grew way too straight!"

"Isn't being straight good enough?"

"What a load of rubbish!" Old Cai glared, puffing out his beard. "They're straighter than steel pipes now! Not a single one is bent! This goes against the laws of nature! It's a degeneration! A betrayal of beauty! Cucumbers should have a natural curve; that's the curve of life!"

Wang Minyu: "..."

He never expected that his efforts to cure Old Cai's back would trigger a deeper philosophical reflection and aesthetic crisis in him.

"Master," Zhao Shihao whispered from the side, "Master Cai has been cursing those cucumbers for three days now, saying they have no soul."

Wang Minyu rubbed his temples.

It seems that normal people really don't understand the world of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Alright, Uncle Cai, stop worrying about your cucumbers." Wang Minyu decided to change the subject. "I called you here today because I have a more important task."

He pointed to the gleaming gold sign at the entrance that read "Demonstration Base": "Since it's a demonstration base, it needs to have something impressive to offer. Just selling stinky tofu is too low-end. I plan to build a 'Three-Dimensional Ecological Circular Agriculture Demonstration Park' in our backyard."

"What the hell?" Old Cai didn't understand.

"Simply put, it's about combining your vegetable-growing skills with my animal husbandry techniques." Wang Minyu took out a sketch he had already drawn. "Look, we'll build a three-tiered structure in the backyard. On the top tier, we'll raise chickens, and their droppings will fall through pipes to the second tier."

"The second step is to raise earthworms. Feed them with chicken manure and medicine residue. The excrement they produce is the highest quality organic fertilizer, which you can use to grow your vegetables."

"The third layer is your vegetable garden. We use earthworm castings as fertilizer and diluted wastewater from our fermentation tanks as irrigation water. In this way, a perfect closed loop is formed from chicken to vegetables. Zero pollution, high yield."

Old Cai stared at the sketch, his eyes widening.

He had farmed all his life and never imagined he could do this kind of thing.

"Will this... will this work?"

"Not only will it work, but the vegetables that grow will be a level higher in quality than they are now." Wang Minyu pointed to the "Tranquil Jade Seed," "At that time, the eggs laid by our chickens might even glow in the dark."

Old Cai was completely stunned by the blueprint described by Wang Minyu.

His obsession with cucumbers being too straight was instantly replaced by a grander obsession called "ecological agriculture."

"Let's do it!" Old Cai slapped his thigh. "But I can't do this job alone. I need an assistant, someone who understands me and shares my ambitions!"

His gaze fell on Pierre, who was measuring the diameter of a scallion leaf with calipers.

Pierre is preparing his daily meal.

Each scallion must be chopped into 0.5 mm pieces, with an error margin of no more than 0.01 mm.

Old Cai walked over, picked up a scallion, glanced at it, and shook his head: "Too thick. The cell walls of a scallion cannot be completely broken down at a thickness of 0.5 millimeters, and the aroma will be lost by 3.7%."

Pierre suddenly looked up at Old Cai, his eyes gleaming as if he had found a kindred spirit: "You...you understand too?"

"When I grow scallions, I have to consider the direction of their fibers." Old Cai picked up Pierre's knife, flicked his wrist, and a scallion sliver as thin as a cicada's wing floated down. "See, cutting it like this is the best way to preserve its 'scallion flavor'."

A top-level academic debate about "how exactly to chop scallions" unfolded in the kitchen of Renxin Pharmacy.

One is a fanatic for traditional Chinese agricultural wisdom, and the other is an obsessive-compulsive about modern Western culinary techniques.

The two chatted about everything from how to cut scallions to how to smash garlic and how to carve radishes. The more they talked, the more they clicked, and eventually they even held hands and discussed how to use geometric principles to build a trellis for green beans.

Wang Minyu watched from the side and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master, you've found a life partner for Master Cai," Zhao Na muttered under her breath.

"This is called resource integration." Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "From now on, our backyard will be Changxiang City's top-notch 'Agricultural Technology and Hard Work' research center. By the way, Zhao Shihao, aren't your bunch of cronies always bored? Get them to help out too. Tell them this is the latest 'Immersive Farm Decompression' project, and it costs eight hundred per hour."

Zhao Shih-hao's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea! They'll definitely love it!"

Just as Renxin Pharmacy's "agricultural empire" was beginning to take shape, the wind chimes at the door rang again.

The man who came in this time was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, covering himself up completely.

As soon as he entered, he looked around as if he were hiding from something.

"Doctor," the man said in a low voice as he approached the counter, "I...I think I've been cursed."

Wang Minyu raised his eyelids and activated the [Aura Observation Technique].

[Patient: Zhou Xingxing]

[Occupation: Paparazzo]

[Symptoms: Paranoia, chronic sleep deprivation, cervical spondylosis and floaters caused by prolonged use of telephoto lenses.]