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

Chapter 79 The Guardian Goose and the Unsmelled Truth

The security upgrade plan for Renxin Pharmacy was ultimately implemented in an extremely hasty manner with a rural heavy metal feel.

Guan Shan did not buy a Tibetan Mastiff.

He took a stroll around the farm on the outskirts of the city and felt that dogs were too intelligent and easily bribed by ham sausages. So he came back carrying several snakeskin bags, in which twelve adult white geese with explosive fighting power were flapping around.

"Master, this thing is better than a dog." Guan Shan threw a gander that was trying to pinch his thigh into the backyard, patted the mud off his hands, and said, "It has a strong sense of territory, it will bite anyone it sees, and you don't need to feed it dog food, just some rotten vegetable leaves. Most importantly, even if it gets beaten to death, you can still stew it in an iron pot, so it's not a loss."

Wang Minyu held his stainless steel tea mug, looking at the white poultry stretching their necks and quacking wildly all over the yard, and his eye twitched slightly.

"Is this your understanding of a 'biological defense system'?"

"This is called a 24/7 self-propelled alarm," Guan Shan said confidently. "I mixed some scraps of that mutated mint into their feed, and now these geese are super excited. I'd like to see who dares to climb over the wall."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Siyuan, who was about to go to the backyard to collect the clothes, was surrounded by three geese in a triangular formation and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Alright." Wang Minyu calmly took a sip of tea. "Zhao Na, go write a sign and hang it at the back door: There are vicious birds inside, you'll bear the consequences. Also, get Li Siyuan a tetanus shot, consider it a work injury."

Although the security detail was peculiar, the "living dead" preserved in acid water did indeed require close monitoring.

Su Qing gave him the code name "Sauerkraut" and went to the vat at the same time every day to record data. Her eyes always gleamed with a kind of fanaticism that wanted to slice him up and study him.

Business in the front hall remains booming.

Ever since Zhao Jianbang, known as "The Smurfs," attended a wedding with a starry sky makeup look, sparking a fashion craze, many wealthy women have even come to ask if they could have their faces treated to that "high-class blue," only to be scolded back by Wang Minyu.

At 2 p.m., a low-key nanny van was parked at the door.

The woman who came down wore huge sunglasses and a mask that covered most of her face, but the strong, suffocating scent of her perfume could knock people over even from ten meters away.

It smelled like Chanel No. 5 mixed with some cheap air freshener—pungent and cheap.

"Is Dr. Wang here?" The woman's voice trembled slightly.

Wang Minyu frowned, put down the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" (the cover used to disguise the system interface), and turned on the ventilation fan.

"Registration fee is 100 yuan, then you'll have to wait in line. Also, next time, please don't wear so much perfume; this is a pharmacy, not a chemical plant."

The woman removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes. She was Lin Wan, one of the top perfumers in the country.

"Dr. Wang, I... I can't smell anything anymore." Lin Wan sat in that chair that could make people tell the truth with an electric shock, her expression devastated. "Starting three months ago, no matter what I smell, it all smells like a dead rat. Roses smell bad, jasmine smells bad, even myself... I feel like I smell bad too."

She clutched her hair in despair: "To cover up the smell, I had to spray perfume like crazy. My career is over, my nose is ruined."

Wang Minyu didn't say anything, he just stared at her.

[Aura Observation Technique] Activated.

Lin Wan's nasal mucosa was congested, but there was no organic lesion in her olfactory nerve.

On the contrary, her liver qi was extremely stagnant, like a black tangled mess blocking her chest.

Deep within her sinuses, a clump of grayish-green mold was slowly growing.

However, this mold is not enough to cause the hallucination of smelling entirely like "dead rats".

"Have you been going to the seafood market often lately? Or coming into contact with rotten things?" Wang Minyu asked.

"No! My studio is sterile!" Lin Wan denied.

"That's interesting." Wang Minyu stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers, and took out a bottle of [high-concentration garlic extract] produced by the system. "Since we can't smell anything fragrant, let's try something stimulating."

"What are you going to do?"

"Wash your nose."

Wang Minyu asked Zhao Na to bring a basin of warm water, then poured in chili powder and garlic extract. The pungent aroma instantly filled the air, even causing Guan Shan to sneeze.

"This is called 'burning the camps'," Wang Minyu said, handing Lin Wan a nasal irrigator. "Pour this water into your left nostril and let it flow out of your right. It's over when you start crying."

"This could kill someone!" Lin Wan exclaimed in horror as she backed away.

"You won't die, at most the spiciness will burn your skull open." Wang Minyu sneered, "Your 'heart poison' has blocked your orifices. Traditional Chinese medicine says that the lungs open into the nose. You've been harboring disgusting thoughts, so your lung qi is not circulating properly, and damp heat has turned into mold, which has grown into a nest of fungi in your nose. If you don't burn this layer of skin, you'll only be able to smell stench for the rest of your life."

Under the intimidating gaze of Wang Minyu, who seemed to say "Get out if you don't get treatment," Lin Wan trembled as she picked up the nasal irrigator.

When the first sip of chili water was poured in, Lin Wan jumped up from her chair, tears and snot instantly streaming down her face.

The excruciating pain that shot straight to her head made her feel like her brain was boiling.

"Hold on! Keep going!" Wang Minyu pressed down on her shoulders.

Five minutes later, Lin Wan slumped in her chair, her face as red as Guan Yu's, with a pile of used tissues at her feet.

Just as she was about to yell at someone, she suddenly felt a "pop" sound deep in her nasal cavity, as if something had broken.

Then, she coughed violently and vomited a hard, grayish-green lump the size of a fingernail.

As soon as the lump appeared, an indescribable stench instantly filled the examination room.

"Ugh—" Li Siyuan was the first to not be able to hold it in and rushed to the toilet.

Lin Wan stared blankly at the dirty things on the ground and took a deep breath.

The smell of dead rats had disappeared, replaced by the faint scent of mugwort in the pharmacy, and... the pungent smell of chili water.

"I...I smell it!" Lin Wan cried tears of joy. "It's chili pepper! And mint!"

"Those are fungal stones." Wang Minyu opened all the windows. "You've been in a very stressful environment for a long time, which has lowered your immunity, allowing fungi to make a home in your sinuses. However, this is just the surface."

He sat back in his chair and tapped the table: "Tell me, when did that 'dead rat smell' first appear?"

Lin Wan paused for a moment, her eyes darting away.

The microcurrent on the "Truth Chair" was buzzing.

"It was...it was the day I found out my husband was cheating on me." Lin Wan covered her face and finally broke down in tears. "That mistress...the perfume she was wearing was my most prized creation, 'First Love.' That day when I came home, my husband smelled the same thing, mixed with his unwashed sweat...I felt so disgusted, like a dead rat!"

"From that day on, everything smelled awful to me. I didn't dare get a divorce; I was afraid it would affect the company's stock price. I could only endure it..."

The entire room fell silent.

It turns out that the so-called "phantom smell" is the body's extreme defense against psychological trauma.

Because that relationship was so disgusting, my brain simply blocked out all pleasant smells, leaving only the illusion of decay.

"Alright, we've found the root cause." Wang Minyu wrote down a prescription and tossed it to her. "Modify the Xanthium sibiricum powder and drink it for a week. Also, take this bottle of Vitamin B12 and eat it like candy."

"Also," Wang Minyu pointed outside, "there's a law firm to the left when you go out the door; they specialize in divorce cases. Once your nose is fixed, don't forget to clean up the trash in the house. That's the real source of the stench."

Lin Wan held the prescription, stunned for a long time, and then bowed deeply to Wang Minyu.

"Thank you. I know what to do."

After seeing Lin Wan off, Wang Minyu looked at the 3000 [Liberation Points] that had been credited to his account on the system panel and felt quite pleased.

"Master, is there any scientific basis for washing her nose with chili water just now?" Li Siyuan walked out weakly, leaning against the wall. "I felt like she was being tortured."

"Capsaicin can promote the release of substance P, deplete the pain transmission of nerve endings, and at the same time has a strong bactericidal effect," Wang Minyu said in a serious tone, "Of course, the main purpose is to make her cry. Tears are the best detoxifier."

Just then, a series of uniform "quack quack" sounds came from the backyard, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and a scream.

"Which blind fool climbed over the wall?" Guan Shan grabbed the stone pestle and rushed to the backyard.

Wang Minyu's eyes sharpened.

It seems some real "stinking rats" have come knocking on our door, drawn by the scent.