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

Chapter 122: An "Olive Branch" from the Official Source

Zhao Yan felt his knees go weak.

He stared at the smiling lucky cat camera, only one thought in his mind: I'm done for, I'm completely under their thumb now.

"Dr. Wang... Dr. Wang," Zhao Yan's voice trembled, and he subconsciously lowered his voice as if afraid of being overheard, "You... you're breaking the law! Secretly recording a government official's conversation..."

"Section Chief Zhao, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Wang Minyu slowly refilled his teacup with hot water, the steam blurring his half-smiling face. "I call this a 'treatment process record.' You are my patient, so it's reasonable for me to record your symptoms and 'nonsense,' right? As for the names and events you mentioned in your 'nonsense,' they are purely coincidental."

Of course, if the disciplinary committee members are interested in these "coincidences," I, as a law-abiding citizen, am happy to cooperate with the investigation.

Zhao Yan's cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto his shiny leather shoes.

He knew that the young man in front of him was not joking.

The video in his hand was a bomb.

If it's detonated, the entire medical system of Changxiang City will be shaken up.

"What exactly do you want?" Zhao Yan gritted his teeth. In his twenty years in the industry, he had investigated countless troublemakers, but this was the first time he had encountered such a ruthless character who was unyielding to both soft and hard tactics and even turned the tables on them.

"I don't want anything." Wang Minyu slammed the lid of his teacup shut, making a crisp sound. "I'm just a pharmacy owner, I just want to peacefully grow my chives, or rather, treat my patients. But there are always some flies buzzing around, it's annoying. Like Jia Daoquan, like Kangmei Pharmaceutical."

He stood up, walked up to Zhao Yan, and patted him on the shoulder.

This action made Zhao Yan freeze.

"Section Chief Zhao, you're a good person, and a capable one. But you're too upright, too rigid, which is why you've been stuck in this position for ten years, watching someone like Jia Daoquan climb over you." Wang Minyu's voice carried a strange, seductive power. "Wouldn't you like to change your way of life?"

"What...does that mean?"

"Do three things for me." Wang Minyu held up three fingers. "First, anonymously send the evidence of Jia Daoquan's collusion with Kangmei Pharmaceutical to the appropriate places. Second, help me obtain the highest-level operating license for 'Renxin Medicinal Cuisine,' the special dietary food category. Third..."

Wang Minyu paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Help me apply for the title of 'Changxiang City Intangible Cultural Heritage - Wang Family Ancient Fermentation Technique'."

Zhao Yan was stunned.

This isn't just about doing three things; it's about tearing a hole in the sky.

Especially the last one, applying for intangible cultural heritage status for that stinky tofu that can suffocate people? How could he even think of that!

"That's impossible!" Zhao Yan instinctively refused. "Jia Daoquan has connections in the province; we can't touch him. And that intangible cultural heritage item—the review process is extremely rigorous..."

"It's all about human effort." Wang Minyu pushed the potted Agave 'True Words' that had grown to half a meter tall in front of Zhao Yan. "Section Chief Zhao, look at this flower, how beautifully it blooms. It tells me that nothing is impossible in this world. As long as you give it enough fertilizer, even ginseng can grow on rocks."

The deep purple enchanting flower seemed to understand Wang Minyu's words, swaying slightly and emitting a sweet fragrance that made people's hearts flutter.

Zhao Yan looked at the potted plant, then at Wang Minyu's unfathomable eyes, and the scales in his heart representing "principles" and "rules" began to shake violently.

On one hand, there is an uncertain future and the risk of even getting burned; on the other hand, there is the "dirt" recorded on her and the "new way of life" promised by this young man.

"I..." Zhao Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to speak, "Why should I help you?"

"Because helping me is helping yourself," Wang Minyu said, emphasizing each word. "Now that Jia Daoquan has fallen, who do you think is the most suitable for the vice president position? If Kangmei Pharmaceutical's stock price collapses, shouldn't those experts they bribed be reassigned? As for that intangible cultural heritage..."

Wang Minyu laughed: "Section Chief Zhao, think about it. A medicinal cuisine workshop protected as an 'intangible cultural heritage'—who would dare to shut it down so easily in the future? It's a protective shield, and also a cash cow. How splendid your resume would be as the primary promoter of this project then?"

Drawing a pie in the sky.

It's blatant empty promises.

But Zhao Yan sadly discovered that this pancake was really delicious.

He closed his eyes, and his mind flashed back to the humiliation he had suffered at work over the past ten years, to Jia Daoquan's hypocritical face, and to his wife's complaining look at him for not being able to afford a school district house.

"Let's do it!" Zhao Yan suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had made up his mind. "But you have to promise that the video will never be shown to a second person."

"Deal." Wang Minyu extended his hand.

Zhao Yan grasped that hand, feeling not as if he were shaking hands with a doctor, but as if he were signing a contract with the devil.

After seeing off Zhao Yan, who looked as tragic as if he were about to blow up a bunker, the pharmacy returned to calm.

"Master, you... you've turned the Discipline Inspection Commission against you?" Li Siyuan leaned closer, his face full of admiration.

"What do you mean by turning someone into a foe? This is called 'empowerment.'" Wang Minyu tapped him on the head. "I just gave him a choice, a chance to turn the rules and regulations in his head into power in his hands. Alright, stop standing there, go check on Pierre in the backyard. I'm afraid he'll turn those geese into molecular gastronomy too."

However, things developed even faster and more surreally than Wang Minyu had anticipated.

The next morning, a Hongqi car with a provincial government license plate drove directly to the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy.

An elderly man wearing a gray jacket, with slightly gray hair but a sprightly appearance, got off the car.

Following behind him was none other than Zhao Yan, who had looked disheveled just yesterday, and... Liu Jianbang, the director of the city's central hospital.

Upon seeing Wang Minyu, Dean Liu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Dr. Wang... let me introduce you. This is Elder Chen, who is in charge of cultural and health work in the province."

Wang Minyu squinted.

He recognized this old man, Chen, as the one whose insomnia he had cured with the "walnut-cracking therapy" last time.

"Dr. Wang!" Upon seeing Wang Minyu, Old Chen warmly grasped his hand with surprising strength. "Since we last met, my sleep quality has been getting better and better. Last night, after hearing Xiao Zhao's report on the situation here, I was truly amazed!"

Old Chen pointed at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan lowered his head, not daring to look at Wang Minyu, but his face radiated a triumphant glow.

Clearly, he wasn't idle last night.

"Applying for intangible cultural heritage status for stinky tofu is a great idea! It perfectly embodies the pioneering spirit of the people of Hunan!" Old Chen laughed heartily. "I've already spoken to the Cultural Affairs Bureau and asked them to make an exception! We want to support these unique and therapeutic folk crafts!"

Liu Jianfang, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally understood why Zhao Yan dared to talk back to him so defiantly yesterday; it turned out he had latched onto this powerful figure.

"And then there's the matter of Jia Daoquan and Kangmei Pharmaceutical," Old Chen's tone shifted, his eyes sharpening, "I've already had the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Drug Administration form a joint investigation team. These parasites in the medical system will be wiped out one by one, without any mercy!"

Wang Minyu looked at the decisive and efficient veteran cadre in front of him and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

He underestimated the power of "True Word Grass." This was no ordinary drain cleaner; it was practically a C4 explosive that could detonate the bureaucracy.

"So, Dr. Wang," Old Chen patted Wang Minyu on the shoulder, his tone becoming earnest, "the organization has decided that, in order to better protect and promote your unique diagnostic and treatment techniques, we are preparing to establish a 'Changxiang City Traditional Medicine Innovation and Application Demonstration Base' using your 'Renxin Pharmacy' as a pilot."

"Speak like a human being," Wang Minyu interrupted him.

"Ahem," Zhao Yan cleared his throat, handed over an official document, and said excitedly, "Simply put, it's giving you an official title. From now on, you'll be a 'special zone' for the traditional Chinese medicine community in Changxiang City. As long as you don't kill anyone, you can do whatever you want. The higher-ups will give you the greatest policy support and... protection."

Wang Minyu looked at the bright red seal on the document, then glanced at Liu Jianbang's face, which looked as if his father had died.

He knew that this "olive branch" offered by the authorities, though hot to the touch, would surely yield very sweet fruit.

"Alright." Wang Minyu accepted the documents and casually placed them under his stainless steel tea mug. "Since the organization trusts me so much, I can't leave without showing my appreciation. Guan Shan, go to the backyard and pack two portions of our 'Intangible Cultural Heritage Stinky Tofu' for Old Chen and Dean Liu. It's on me."

Old Chen was all smiles, but Liu Jianfang's face turned even greener.