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

Chapter 50 Acting Skills That Couldn't Be Caught Under the Coffin Lid

The old street was already narrow, and this coffin blocked the road completely.

The middle-aged man with the megaphone is Zhao Si, a well-known "professional mourner" in Changxiang City, who also works part-time as a medical dispute instigator.

His face is on the blacklist of security departments in major hospitals.

At this moment, he was tearfully denouncing Wang Minyu's "atrocities," while several middle-aged women around him were cooperating perfectly, crying with dramatic intonation and a strong sense of rhythm.

"Everyone, be the judge! Performing surgery with a steak knife? Is that something a human would do? That's slaughtering a pig!" Zhao Si pointed at the pharmacy's door, spitting as he spoke. "My cousin's voice is ruined now, how will she ever get married? This shop doesn't have surgical qualifications, it's illegal! They must pay compensation! We're not leaving until they pay five million!"

The onlookers pointed and whispered.

Although everyone has seen the rescue video, the label of "practicing medicine without a license" has been attached to the case, and given the scale of the event, many people still have doubts.

After all, who in a reputable hospital would dare to use a kitchen knife to open their throat?

Li Siyuan was trembling with anger and wanted to rush out to argue: "That was emergency treatment! The situation was urgent; without intervention, it would have been fatal! Moreover, the 'Practicing Physician Law' stipulates that in emergency situations..."

"Shut up." Wang Minyu pressed down on his shoulder. "Your PhD in law is useless when you try to reason with thugs. They don't want reason, they want money. Or rather, someone is paying them to come and annoy us."

"What should we do then? Call the police?" Zhao Na asked, holding her phone.

"The police come to mediate. For this kind of non-violent dispute, they can at most persuade people to leave. They'll come back tomorrow." Wang Minyu glanced at Guan Shan beside him. "Guan Shan, are you hungry?"

Guan Shan stared intently at the coffin, his eyes wide: "The roast chicken on the offering table in front of the coffin looks quite plump."

"Go, lift the coffin lid," Wang Minyu said calmly. "See if there's a dead person or a living person inside. If it's a living person, set their bones."

"Okay!"

Guan Shan had been holding back for a long time.

He pushed open the door and walked out like a moving iron tower.

Zhao Si was cursing enthusiastically when suddenly everything went black.

Looking up, he saw a burly man, two meters tall with a face full of scars, looking down at him. His gaze was more like that of someone looking at a buffet than someone looking at a person.

"What... what do you want to do? You're hitting people! This is a shady business!" Zhao Si reacted quickly, lying down on the ground and starting his staged accident.

Guan Shan ignored him completely and walked straight to the coffin.

The two thugs on guard tried to stop him, but Guan Shan brushed them aside with one hand, sending them flying like two fallen leaves.

"rise!"

Guan Shan let out a low roar, gripped the coffin lid with both hands, his muscles bulged, and he suddenly ripped it open.

"Snap!"

The heavy wooden coffin lid was forcibly lifted off, revealing the scene inside.

The entire room fell silent.

There was no dead body in the coffin, nor was there any so-called "victim's cousin".

Inside lay a skinny man wearing baggy shorts, playing a mobile game.

As the lid was suddenly lifted, the blinding sunlight made him instinctively raise his hand to shield his face, muttering, "Who is it?! The game just started!"

"..."

Zhao Si's crying stopped abruptly. The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Is this your cousin?" Guan Shan pointed at the skinny man and asked with an innocent look, "She's quite unique-looking; her Adam's apple is even bigger than mine."

The skinny man realized what was happening and quickly covered his face, trying to run away, but found himself locked in place by an invisible aura.

Su Qing appeared beside the coffin at some point, holding a disposable lancet in her hand, her eyes coldly fixed on his carotid artery.

"Move a little, or don't blame me if you prick the wrong spot." Su Qing's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the noisy crowd.

The skinny man froze, too afraid to move.

Realizing he'd been exposed, Zhao Si flew into a rage, scrambling to his feet and yelling at his men, "Brothers! They're desecrating a corpse! Smash it! Smash this lousy shop!"

Seven or eight burly men wielding wooden sticks rushed out of the crowd and headed straight for the pharmacy's entrance.

"Close the door?" Li Siyuan frantically reached for the roller shutter.

"Keep it open." Wang Minyu walked out from behind the counter, holding a few silver needles in his hand. He walked with a leisurely gait, as if he were facing not thugs, but a group of "fertilizer" delivered to his door.

"Guan Shan, don't break the furniture, Old Zhang just finished making it," Wang Minyu instructed. "Su Qing, don't let it bleed, it'll be troublesome to clean up."

"receive."

Guan Shan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Instead of using his fists, he spread his arms wide and grabbed the shoulders of the two burly men at the front, one in each hand, like catching chicks.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of joint dislocation.

Before the two burly men could react, their arms went limp and they rolled on the ground in pain.

"Habitual shoulder dislocation, let me help you stabilize it." Guan Shan casually tossed the two men aside and grabbed the third one.

On the other side, Su Qing's movements were ghostly.

She doesn't confront people head-on; instead, she targets the most vulnerable nerve plexuses in the human body.

With his protruding knuckles, he lightly touched the opponent's nerves and soft spot, instantly paralyzing half of the strong man's body, causing him to convulse and fall to the ground as if electrocuted.

In less than two minutes, all seven or eight burly men were lying down.

There was no bloodshed, only wails and all sorts of bizarre, contorted postures.

Zhao Si was dumbfounded.

He had been a troublemaker for over a decade and had never seen anything like this.

This isn't a doctor, this is a martial arts master!

"You...you all..." Zhao Si stammered, backing away. "I'm calling the police! You're committing intentional assault!"

"Report it." Wang Minyu walked up to him and looked down at him.

At this moment, the "lesion barrage" above Zhao Si's head on the system panel turned a deep purple.

[Zhao Si, 48 years old, professional medical malpractice dispute. Symptoms: Severe gout (in an flare-up), he forced himself to take painkillers to suppress it in order to earn money. Kidney stone (1.2cm), lodged in a ureteral stricture.]

"Zhao Si, right?" Wang Minyu suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Zhao Si's spine. "Your gout must be really tough on you, right? You took four ibuprofen pills? It's no use, the uric acid crystals have already filled your joints."

"How...how did you know?" Zhao Si's expression changed.

"And, isn't your left lower back feeling like it's being stabbed with a knife right now?" Wang Minyu pointed to his lower back. "That's the rock moving. The more agitated you are, the tighter it will grip. In ten minutes, you'll experience what it means to 'give birth' in pain."

"Nonsense! I'm perfectly healthy!" Zhao Siqiang stubbornly insisted.

Wang Minyu shook his head, a long needle between his fingers: "I have a way to make you feel less pain, and I also have a way... to make you feel more pain."

Before he finished speaking, the silver needle in his hand pierced Zhao Si's "Shenshu" acupoint on his waist like lightning.

It wasn't pain relief, but the reverse of pain transfer—pain amplification. Wang Minyu consumed 500 emotional points to instantly activate and amplify Zhao Si's pain nerves, which had been suppressed by painkillers, by two times.

"ah--!!!"

Zhao Si let out a scream that sounded inhuman, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, his face instantly turned purplish-red, and his eyes almost popped out.

That kind of pain comes from deep within the bone marrow, a mixture of the sharp pain of stones rubbing against the ureter and the dull pain of gout.

"Help...help me...I won't make a scene...I was wrong..." Zhao Si rolled on the ground in pain, his face covered in snot and tears, grabbing Wang Minyu's trouser leg and pleading, "Doctor...miracle doctor...save me..."

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The plot twist was too fast. How did the arrogant troublemaker who was just now kneel down after being pricked with a needle?

"Want some pain relief?" Wang Minyu asked casually as he pulled out the silver needles.

"Yes! Yes! I'll pay any price!"

"This isn't about money." Wang Minyu pointed to the overturned coffin. "Take your 'cousin' away and clean the place up. Also, tell the person who hired you that next time they want to cause trouble, they should send someone in better health. Your body can't take this."

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get going right now!"

Zhao Si struggled to his feet. The excruciating pain subsided slightly after the needles were removed, but he was terrified. This doctor was too strange!

Just then, a police car stopped at the intersection.

The person who came down was an old acquaintance, Zhao Weiguo from the Health Bureau's Enforcement Team (the captain who saved his father before), who has now been transferred to the local police station as an instructor.

"What's going on? A group fight?" Zhao Weiguo frowned as he looked at the burly man rolling on the ground.

"Officer Zhao, it's a misunderstanding." Wang Minyu pointed to Zhao Si, who was sweeping the floor. "These patients suddenly fell ill, so I had my staff give them some emergency physiotherapy. Look, they seem quite energetic now, don't they?"

The burly men lying on the ground saw the police and were about to cry out for justice when they saw Guan Shan clenching his fists, his knuckles cracking, while Su Qing was twirling the lancet in her hand.

"Yes, yes, yes...we've come to see a doctor..." The burly men nodded with tears in their eyes. "The doctors here...they have really strong hands."