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

Chapter 91 The War of Flavors

The large vat in the backyard that once pickled "living dead" has now become Old Wu's treasure.

After Wang Minyu rescued the old man from the coffin, although his physical functions recovered, he developed a psychological problem—he liked dark and damp places and had a particular fondness for figuring out how to make things smell bad.

Wang Minyu not only didn't stop him, but also gave him tremendous support, even giving him the [Herbal Yeast] he had redeemed from the system shop.

At this moment, Old Wu was standing by the vat, holding a long-handled spoon, stirring the grayish-white cubes inside with a look of rapt attention.

"This smell..." Zhao Na, who had just entered the backyard, almost died on the spot. She covered her nose and backed away. "Uncle Wu, are you making poison? This is even stronger than the fish soup we had before!"

"Don't you understand, girl?" Old Wu chuckled, revealing a set of broken, yellow teeth. "This is called 'Ultimate Flavor.' It's so smelly, yet it smells amazing. This is stinky tofu fermented with mutated mint juice as brine and thirty-six kinds of warming and nourishing medicinal herbs. It's not for eating, it's medicine."

"medicine?"

"Specially treats 'blocked mind'."

Just then, Boss Liu's loud voice came from the front hall: "Xiao Wang! Come out quickly! A big customer has arrived!"

Wang Minyu put down the medical book in his hand and slowly walked to the front hall.

There was a woman standing in the shop.

Dressed in Chanel's latest haute couture, carrying a Hermès Himalaya bag, and with a diamond necklace around her neck that dazzled in the dimly lit pharmacy.

But at that moment, the wealthy woman was hunched over the counter, dry heaving in a completely unseemly manner.

Her name is Qian Duoduo, Qian Dafa's distant cousin, and she is also a nouveau riche from land expropriation.

"Ugh... Doctor, help..." Qian Duoduo's face was deathly pale, tears and snot streaming down her face. "These past few days... I've been vomiting everything I eat, and the slightest smell of cooking oil makes me want to die. Do I have anorexia? Or stomach cancer?"

Wang Minyu glanced at the system panel.

[Patient: Qian Duoduo]

Symptoms: Severe hyperemesis gravidarum (false pregnancy), olfactory hypersensitivity, somatization disorder caused by financial anxiety.

[Cause: After suddenly becoming wealthy, in order to fit into the so-called upper-class circle, the individual forced themselves to eat French and Japanese food they didn't like, suppressing their cravings for street food for a long time, leading to a "rebellious" digestive system.]

Simply put, it's a case of being overly sentimental, plus a craving for stinky tofu.

"I'm not sick," Wang Minyu said casually. "It's just that I've been living a life of luxury for too long, and my stomach isn't happy. It misses the food I ate when we were poor."

"You're talking nonsense!" Qian Duoduo straightened up, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and looked disdainful. "I only eat at Michelin three-star restaurants now, and I only drink Evian water. You think I'd miss street food? What a joke! I came here for a medical checkup, not to listen to your life philosophy. I have money, how much do you want? 100,000? 200,000? Just enough to put food on my plate!"

As she spoke, she slammed the crocodile skin bag onto the table with a thud.

"Money is just a number here." Wang Minyu pushed his bag aside and wiped the table with disdain. "Guan Shan, bring that vat from the backyard over."

Two minutes later, Guan Shan came out carrying a small, sealed jar.

Before even opening the lid, a faint, eerie smell wafted out.

"What is this?" Qian Duoduo covered her nose, looking wary.

"Here's the medicine you wanted." Wang Minyu gestured for Guan Shan to open the lid.

The moment the lid was lifted, a strong, overpowering stench that seemed to hit right at the top of your head instantly filled the entire pharmacy.

It smelled like a mixture of foot odor, rotting herbs, and some kind of fermented bean product.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na had the foresight to put on gas masks.

"Ugh—!" Qian Duoduo vomited even more violently. "You...are you trying to murder me! Take it away! Take it away now!"

"Don't rush to vomit, smell carefully." Wang Minyu's voice carried a seductive quality. "What do you smell through this stench?"

Qian Duoduo was about to curse, but amidst the suffocating stench, her nose suddenly caught a faint, familiar burnt aroma.

That's... the smell of fried food? Is it the smell of garlic juice? Is it the smell of chili oil mixed with cilantro?

After a two-week hiatus, her salivary glands suddenly started producing saliva like crazy.

My stomach rumbled like thunder.

"Want some?" Wang Minyu picked up a piece of grayish-brown stinky tofu, still dripping with brine, from the jar and fried it in the oil.

Shila-

As it was deep-fried at high temperatures, the pungent smell underwent a miraculous transformation, turning into an extremely alluring and enticing fragrance.

Qian Duoduo's eyes widened.

As if driven by some instinct, she trembled as she reached out, grabbed the scalding hot stinky tofu, and stuffed it into her mouth without a care for her image.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice.

The strong smell instantly relieved her bloated appetite, and the long-lost satisfaction brought tears to her eyes.

"It's so delicious... Waaah... It's so good..." Qian Duoduo cried as she ate, ruining her makeup.

"This is the root of your problem." Wang Minyu watched her wolf down her food. "Your body is honest; it has a Chinese stomach. If you force-feed it foie gras and caviar, how can it not rebel? This jar of stinky tofu is also fermented with 'medicine,' which can dispel gas and relieve indigestion. One hundred yuan a piece, no credit."

Qian Duoduo ate ten yuan's worth in one go, and finally let out a loud burp, feeling like she had come back to life.

"Dr. Wang, I'll buy it!" Qian Duoduo waved her hand generously. "I'll take the whole jar! Is 100,000 enough?"

"Not for sale." Wang Minyu refused decisively. "This stuff has a long fermentation period and low yield; I don't even have enough for myself. If you want some, come and line up every day. Besides, you're not fully recovered yet. When you get back, take off those tight skirts, change into some loose clothes, and go to that hole-in-the-wall restaurant at the old street corner for some twice-cooked pork. You'll be ninety percent better."

Qian Duoduo was stunned.

She looked at the remaining piece of stinky tofu in her hand, then at Wang Minyu's irritating face, and suddenly felt that this man in the white coat and holding the teacup was much more reliable than those experts who spouted technical jargon.

"Thank you..." she said softly, leaving a gold card. "The PIN is six eights. Use it however you like."

After seeing Qian Duoduo off, Wang Minyu looked at the surge in his emotional value in the system backend and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master, aren't we being too greedy?" Li Siyuan looked at the gold card. "A gold card for a few pieces of stinky tofu?"

"This is called paid knowledge." Wang Minyu tossed the gold card to Boss Liu to deposit into his account. "Besides, you think it's just ordinary stinky tofu? It's a recipe that Old Wu risked his life to develop, plus the system... cough, plus the essence of our medicinal herb field. By the way, starting tomorrow, the pharmacy will add a new item."

"What project?"

"Medicinal cuisine." Wang Minyu pointed to the backyard. "Since everyone is so weak, let's nourish ourselves with food. Guan Shan, go buy a big pot tomorrow. We're going to set up a stall at the entrance, specializing in 'Resurrected Stinky Tofu' and 'Fiery Ginger Milk Pudding'."

"Huh? We're a pharmacy!" Zhao Na was devastated.

"Who says pharmacies can't sell food?" Wang Minyu picked up his teacup and took a sip. "The best medicine is to treat illness before it occurs. Besides..."

"Get the car ready. Tomorrow, let's go try that stinky tofu too."