louisehourcade Chapter 43 The Right Way to Combine Team Building with Farming
Chapter 43 The Right Way to Combine Team Building with Farming
The night in Changxiang City is infused with the aroma of beef tallow hot pot.
"Add ten more plates of mutton, five servings of tripe, and three servings of pig brain."
Guan Shan's voice was like muffled thunder, so loud that the waiter almost dropped the order-taking device.
A small mountain of food remains had accumulated in the bone dish in front of him, disappearing at an alarming rate.
Su Qing, sitting opposite him, was using serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of pig brain.
She didn't rush to put it in the pot, but instead hovered above the chili oil to observe it, her eyes focused as if she were examining a slice under a microscope.
"The brain structure is intact, but the color is dark, which suggests that the pig may have had insufficient blood supply before it was born and experienced a strong stress response when it was slaughtered."
While Li Siyuan was cooking duck intestines, his hand trembled, and the duck intestines slid deep into the bottom of the pot and disappeared.
Zhao Na silently put down her chopsticks, looked at the pig brain, and felt a tightness in her throat.
"Just eat, don't do an autopsy." Wang Minyu tapped the table, looking at the numbers on the bill with a pained expression. Guan Shan's meal had eaten up two days' worth of profits for the pharmacy.
"Boss, this is called replenishing energy." Guan Shan poured a whole plate of mutton into the pot, and the splattering oil forced Li Siyuan to lean back tactically. "Bone setting is physical work, especially setting the bones of a fool, it's exhausting."
Wang Minyu ignored him and focused his gaze on the system panel in the void.
The team building is showing initial success.
[Unlock new system space feature: Herb Garden (Beginner).]
[Currently available crops: Mutant mint (refreshing and invigorating), high-concentration mugwort (dispels evil and dampness), unidentified wild leeks (aphrodisiac...scratch that, tonifies the kidneys and replenishes qi).]
This system is becoming increasingly unreliable.
Wang Minyu turned off the control panel and took a sip of barley tea.
"Starting tomorrow, let's change the shift schedule." Wang Minyu said, and the table fell silent instantly. Even Guan Shan's chewing noises quieted down. "Siyuan and Zhao Na will be in charge of front desk triage and medical record filing. Don't send just anyone to the back office. Su Qing will be in charge of wound cleaning, suturing, and injections. Guan Shan will be in charge of bone setting and... security."
"Security?" Guan Shan swallowed a piece of scalding hot tofu. "Who would dare cause trouble here?"
"No one's causing trouble, but we need someone to keep things in check," Wang Minyu said, pointing out the window. The old street was dimly lit, with many shadowy figures. "With increased fame, all sorts of shady characters come. Some seek medical help, some money, and others, they come to cause trouble."
By the end of the meal, Li Siyuan and Zhao Na had to lean against the wall to leave – they were both stuffed and scared.
Su Qing remained expressionless, but before leaving, she packed up a portion of raw pig brains, saying she would study their structure when she got back.
Guan Shan licked his lips, seemingly still wanting more, indicating that he was only about 70% full.
It was already 11 p.m. when I got back to the pharmacy.
Wang Minyu locked the door and pulled up the roller shutter.
The shop returned to a deathly silence, with only the faint bitter smell emanating from the Chinese medicine cabinet.
He walked into the back room, and with a thought, he disappeared from the spot and entered the system space.
This place is no longer a blank white expanse; a patch of black soil, about ten square meters in size, has appeared beneath our feet.
The soil was damp and gave off a pleasant earthy smell.
"Farming-themed gameplay, that's absolutely true."
Wang Minyu rolled up his sleeves and picked up the shovel given to him by the system.
Instead of choosing the wild chives that sounded outrageous, he opted for "mutant mint" and "high-concentration mugwort".
Changxiang City is humid, and the old streets are often cold and damp.
This kind of environment is most conducive to the growth of mold and rheumatism.
Planting some mugwort and making it into mugwort sticks later can also be a source of income.
Dig a hole, sow the seeds, and fill it with soil.
The movements were mechanical and monotonous, but Wang Minyu found them very stress-relieving.
In the real world, he has to deal with all kinds of emotional baggage and complicated doctor-patient relationships. Only here can his efforts be rewarded and the seeds planted will surely sprout.
[Watering consumes Emotion Points. Do you wish to pay 100 Emotion Points to exchange for "Spiritual Rain"?]
"Deduct it."
A light rain fell from the sky and landed on the black soil.
Visibly, tender green shoots are breaking through the soil.
The mint leaves were thicker than usual, with a faint blue sheen around the edges. One sniff and your nasal cavity would instantly feel clear, and even the fatigue from staying up all night would dissipate.
"If this stuff were used to make tea, Starbucks would probably go bankrupt."
Wang Minyu picked a leaf, put it in his mouth and chewed it, a sharp, cold sensation shooting straight to the top of his head.
He patted the dirt off his hands with satisfaction and exited the space.
The next morning, before Renxin Pharmacy even opened, a long queue had already formed at the entrance.
Li Siyuan yawned and pulled open the roller shutter door, then suddenly froze.
In the past, the store always had a musty smell mixed with disinfectant and old wood, but today, a refreshing fragrance wafted over.
It doesn't smell like cheap air fresheners, but rather a fresh scent reminiscent of a forest after the rain, full of the vitality of plants.
"It smells so good!" Zhao Na took a deep breath. "Senior, are you wearing perfume?"
"Why would I spray that stuff?" Li Siyuan was also completely bewildered.
Wang Minyu came out carrying a stainless steel tea mug with two bright green mint leaves floating inside.
"Put this pot of grass by the door." Wang Minyu pointed to a pot of lush mint on the counter. "From now on, patients who come in will smell it for three minutes before registering."
"This is..." Li Siyuan leaned in and took a sniff, instantly feeling as if his skull had been ripped open. The headache from last night's hangover vanished. "Holy crap, what kind of mint is this? It's so potent!"
"Trade secret." Wang Minyu sat back in his "truth chair." "Let's get started."
The first patient was an old acquaintance, Chen Xu, the "Shumi" programmer who had been cured before.
He didn't come to see a doctor this time; he came to present a banner.
The banner reads eight large, gold-embossed characters: "Counting rice until your hands cramp, sleeping until you naturally wake up."
"Dr. Wang, this is amazing!" Chen Xu was beaming, his hairline even seemed to have receded a few millimeters. "Now I can't sleep without counting meters every day, this habit is more effective than taking medicine."
"That's obsessive-compulsive disorder transferred to his body." Wang Minyu accepted the banner and casually tossed it to Zhao Na. "Hang it on the wall to ward off evil spirits."
Just then, a black Maybach silently pulled up at the entrance.
The car door opened, and a man wearing a British-style three-piece suit stepped out.
His hair was slicked back and shiny, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and held a walking stick in his hand.
After getting off the bus, he first covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and looked around at the dilapidated environment of the old street, his eyes full of undisguised disgust.
Immediately afterwards, the driver helped an elderly woman in a cheongsam out of the back seat.
The old lady looked haggard, and her left hand hung awkwardly at her side, as if she dared not touch anything.
"This is the miracle doctor you were talking about?" The man spoke in Mandarin interspersed with English words, his voice not loud, but carrying an air of condescending arrogance. "Does this filthy, chaotic place even meet hygiene standards? Is it FDA certified?"
Guan Shan, who was sweeping the floor, stopped what he was doing and stared at him as if he were an idiot.
The man ignored Guan Shan's gaze and walked straight to the counter, tapping the table with his cane: "Excuse me, who is in charge here? My mother's arm has been hurting for half a year. She's been to the Mayo Clinic and Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but they couldn't find any organic lesions. She only came here because someone recommended it, so I hope you won't waste my time."
Just as Li Siyuan was about to speak, Wang Minyu raised his hand to stop him.
Wang Minyu didn't look at the man, but continued drinking his tea, his gaze fixed on the old lady's dangling arm.
"Register and wait in line," Wang Minyu said calmly.
"Queuing?" The man laughed, a laugh laced with sarcasm. "Do you know how valuable my time is? One minute of my consultation fee on Wall Street is enough to buy this entire store. The fact that I'm here is a favor to Changxiang City."
He took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of shrewd eyes: "This kind of third-tier city is utterly worthless except for its poverty and spiciness. If it weren't for my mother, I would never have set foot on this land in my entire life."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Su Qing, who was giving a patient an injection, stopped what she was doing, holding the needle in her hand, her eyes as cold as ice.
Guan Shan threw down the broom, his massive body blocking the light from the doorway.
Wang Minyu put down his teacup and finally looked directly at the man.
"Liu Wei, right?" Wang Minyu glanced at the information on the system panel. "Or do you prefer to call yourself Steven Liu?"
The man paused for a moment, then asked, "How do you know my name?"
"That's not important." Wang Minyu stood up, walked around the counter, went to the door, and pointed in the direction of the Xiangjiang River not far away.
"You say this city is bad, poor and run-down." Wang Minyu's voice was calm, without anger, only a nonchalant statement of facts. "Then do you know why your household registration can be processed at the local street office, and why you can travel all over the world with your passport? It's because of who this city has produced?"
The man frowned: "What are you talking about?"
"Go three kilometers east, and you'll reach the Xiang River. There's an island in the middle of the river, and on that island is a head." Wang Minyu stared into the man's eyes. "You don't recognize it?"
The man's expression changed.
"Without that person, without the blood shed on this land, you'd probably still be pulling a rickshaw for foreigners. What right do you have to talk back to me in English?" Wang Minyu took a step forward, forcing the man to back away. "You think this place is dirty? You think it's run-down? Turn left when you go out and you'll find the airport. Goodbye."