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

Chapter 94 The Professor's "Stalker Fan" Attribute

When Wang Minyu walked out of the examination room after the test, the group of people outside who were still nervously memorizing their notes cast sympathetic glances at him.

"They're out so quickly? They must have been kicked out." The man in the Tang suit shook his head gloatingly. "Looks like Professor Gu is in a bad mood today. We'd better be careful."

Wang Minyu ignored them, casually rolled up the "pass certificate" stamped with a bright red seal into a tube, and played with it like a telescope.

"Let's go, Guan Shan." Wang Minyu called out to Guan Shan, who stood like an iron tower at the door.

Just then, the door to the examination room was suddenly pushed open.

"Um... Dr. Wang! Teacher Wang! Please wait!"

Everyone was stunned.

Professor Gu, who was known for his strictness, suddenly came out quickly, carrying a small notebook and a pen, with an expression on his face that resembled the fervent look of a fangirl seeing her idol.

"Professor Gu...?" The middle-aged man in the Tang suit dropped his prayer beads. "What are you doing...?"

Professor Gu ignored everyone else and went straight to Wang Minyu, rubbing his hands together somewhat awkwardly: "Um, Professor Wang, could you please... sign your name?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Even Wang Minyu himself was taken aback: "An autograph? Mr. Gu, what are you up to?"

"Ahem, actually..." Professor Gu looked around and lowered his voice, "I'm a big fan of 'Renxin Pharmacy.' I've been following you on Douyin for a long time! Especially that video 'Healing a Living Person in a Coffin,' it was brilliant! That dialectical thinking of putting oneself in a life-or-death situation is simply amazing!"

Professor Gu became increasingly excited as he spoke, completely abandoning his airs of a leading authority: "And that 'Nine Yuan Ninety Cents Qi-Boosting Tea,' I also asked someone to queue up and buy it. I even had the astragalus activity in it tested in the lab, it's amazing! How did you manage to make the plant cell walls so tough yet so easy to extract?"

The jaws of the surrounding test-takers dropped to the ground.

Is this still the same impartial and incorruptible Professor Gu? This guy is practically a fanatical "sasaeng fan"!

Wang Minyu's lips twitched.

He never expected that his "system black technology" used to fool people would be regarded as a profound academic topic by this old professor.

"Well..." Wang Minyu stroked his chin knowingly, "That's a trade secret. But since you're a fellow traveler, Mr. Gu, you're welcome to visit our shop sometime. We have a special supply of 'stinky tofu,' which is incredibly effective for your arthritis."

"Really? That's great!" Professor Gu took the notebook signed by Wang Minyu as if it were a treasure, then suddenly turned around and sternly faced the group of dumbfounded candidates.

"What are you looking at? Don't you need to review? Traditional Chinese medicine should be like Dr. Wang, daring to innovate, not just sticking to a few dead books without knowing how to adapt!"

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit: "..."

That's not what you just said!

The process of obtaining the documents was smoother than I had imagined, even a bit surreal.

When Guan Shan left the association building, Professor Gu saw him off to the door, and even after Guan Shan started his Maybach, the old professor was still waving from behind.

"Boss, you're a regular army now," Guan Shan said in a low voice as he drove.

"Regular army?" Wang Minyu casually tossed the ID onto the passenger seat. "It's just a piece of paper. In this world, what truly proves your identity isn't a certificate, but whether you can snatch someone from the jaws of death."

As the car drove through the bustling city center, passing by the city's central hospital, Wang Minyu saw that the emergency room entrance was still packed with people.

"Stop the car," Wang Minyu suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Minyu looked at a familiar figure at the hospital entrance—it was his best friend, Zhang Kai, who worked like a slave in the emergency department.

At this moment, Zhang Kai was squatting by the roadside, holding a half-eaten bun in his hand, looking exhausted as he made a phone call, his eyes red like a rabbit's.

"That idiot, he must have gotten yelled at by the director again." Wang Minyu sighed. "Go, buy two milk teas, with double the pearls."

A few minutes later, Wang Minyu handed the milk tea to Zhang Kai.

"Old Wang?" Zhang Kai looked up, startled. "What are you doing here? Soliciting customers again... no, soliciting patients?"

"Just picked up my marriage certificate, just passing by." Wang Minyu pointed to the car. "Why are you looking so down? Heartbroken?"

"Don't even mention it." Zhang Kai took a big gulp of his milk tea. "I saw a strange patient today. His entire skin was black, like he was poisoned, but all his vital signs were normal. The head doctor insisted it was a rare pigmentation disorder, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That patient... had a strange smell about him, like..."

"It smells like burnt plastic?" Wang Minyu suddenly interjected.

Zhang Kai's eyes widened: "Holy crap! You're amazing! How did you know? You've seen it?"

Wang Minyu's eyes instantly turned cold.

The smell of burnt plastic is the smell of plasticizers or similar substances.

Or perhaps... a new experiment by Organization S?

"Take me to see a doctor." Wang Minyu finished his milk tea in one gulp, crushed the cup, and threw it into the trash can. "I have a feeling this might not be an illness, but a problem."

"But... you can't get in with your current status," Zhang Kai said, somewhat embarrassed. "This is the intensive care unit."

"Who said I can't get in?" Wang Minyu pulled out the still-warm, freshly stamped "Traditional Chinese Medicine Specialty Physician Certificate" from his pocket and waved it in front of Zhang Kai.

"Now, I am a 'specially appointed expert' personally certified by Professor Gu of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Come on, take me to a consultation."

Looking at the ID card and then at Wang Minyu's smug expression, Zhang Kai suddenly felt that the world had become a bit surreal.

"Alright, expert." Zhang Kai stood up, dusted himself off, "But let's make this clear first, if anything goes wrong, you'll have to take the blame."

"Don't worry." Wang Minyu curled his lips into a signature mischievous grin. "Only Guan Shan can shoulder my burdens."

The Maybach restarted, but this time it didn't return to the old town; instead, it turned into the dedicated lane of the city center hospital.

A new storm seems poised to turn into a farcical spectacle under Wang Minyu's "magical hands."

Or perhaps, it was a breathtaking harvest.