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

Chapter 155 Human Generator

The mornings at Renxin Pharmacy begin with the roar of fans, like a tractor starting up.

The old, ten-year-old monitor on the counter was shaking violently, with lines of green data cascading down the screen like a waterfall, so fast it made one's retina cramp.

Good morning, fellow working folks.

The speaker emitted Zero's synthesized, flat electronic voice, and then an Excel spreadsheet was violently slapped onto the center of the screen, its red and green bar chart resembling a stock market crash.

"Yesterday's recap: Pierre ate scraps three times in the kitchen, causing a 0.03% increase in costs; Su Qing used a lab centrifuge to make 'Beat Lemon Tea,' resulting in an overspending of 1.2 yuan on electricity; as for Guan Shan..."

A pixelated figure appeared on the screen, holding a dumbbell and crying.

"He hummed the Popeye theme song in the toilet for 45 minutes, severely impacting the customer's toileting experience. Overall assessment: Apart from the boss, everyone here is a bad asset that needs to be optimized."

Li Siyuan, who was wiping the counter, suddenly jerked his hand, and the rag almost hit Boss Liu's face.

"I can't live like this anymore!" Guan Shan walked out of the backyard with huge dark circles under his eyes, his oversized T-shirt stretched like a tight-fitting garment by his muscles.

Now, whenever he closes his eyes, all he hears in his head is that damn orchestral background music, and he even dreams about eating spinach.

Wang Minyu, holding a teacup, leaned back in his rocking chair without even lifting his eyelids: "You'll get used to it. Capitalists not only need to exploit the body, but also monitor the soul. Zero, pull up today's appointment list."

"Okay, boss. Today's 'leeks'... oh no, I mean, our esteemed patients total forty-eight. Among them, there are three rich and stupid Category A clients, five Category B clients with difficult and complicated cases, and the rest are just people using up their free data for air conditioning and Wi-Fi."

The screen switched to the door surveillance camera.

A black Maybach was carefully parked on the side of the road, its windows tinted blacker than the bottom of a pot.

The car door opened, and a strange man stepped out, wearing a full set of radiation-proof silver fiber bodysuit, a tall hat made of tin foil on his head, and a gas mask on his face.

With this design, someone who didn't know better might think Chernobyl had leaked something.

"Here it comes, Category A, Number One." Wang Minyu blew on the goji berries floating on the water. "Su Qing, unplug the router in the shop. Pierre, turn off your microwaves too. Guan Shan, throw your phone far away."

The strange man was helped into the store by two equally armed bodyguards. With each step he took, he would sweep the ground with a Geiger counter, the instrument beeping louder than cicadas.

"Help...help me..." The strange man slumped into a chair as soon as he entered, his voice muffled through his gas mask, "This place...the magnetic field is wrong...there's interference...I can hear electric currents in my head..."

Mr. Liu, watching from behind the counter, clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath, "Which mental hospital escaped this one?"

"Shut up, that's a walking ATM." Wang Minyu put down his teacup, adjusted his posture, and instantly put on that compassionate yet unfathomable professional smile.

He walked up to the strange man, but instead of taking his pulse, he reached out and flicked the man's shimmering silver clothes.

"The static electricity is pretty bad, boss. Is this what you call 'electronic allergy'?"

The strange man removed his mask, revealing the pale, sweat-drenched face of a middle-aged man with sunken eyes, clearly suffering from chronic neurasthenia.

"Dr. Wang, I've looked up your information, you're an eccentric doctor. You have to save me!" The man grabbed Wang Minyu's sleeve, his hands trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease. "I can't take it anymore! Whenever there's a Wi-Fi signal, my skin feels like it's being pricked with needles; my heart stops whenever I hear a cell phone ring. I've been living in the deep mountains for three months now, afraid to even turn on the lights, but I still feel like someone is monitoring me with their brainwaves!"

Wang Minyu glanced at the system panel.

[Patient: Zhang Defa (Former CTO of a major internet company).]

[Symptoms: Severe anxiety disorder with somatization disorder, and nervous system overload caused by long-term 996 work schedule. In short: I've made enough money, my brain is fried, and I always feel like there are treacherous people trying to harm me.]

[Treatment plan: Find him a place with no internet or electricity to do hard labor until he's exhausted and falls asleep immediately; all his ailments will disappear.]

"This isn't an illness," Wang Minyu said firmly, withdrawing his hand. "It's an overactive 'connection between heaven and man'."

"Huh?" Zhang Defa was stunned.

"You used to be a tech person, right? Immersed in code and data streams for so long, your brain has evolved into a highly sensitive signal receiver." Wang Minyu began to talk nonsense with a straight face. "This isn't an allergy, it's your body protesting, telling you: it's time to go back to basics."

"Then...what should we do? I'm not short of money, any amount is fine!"

"This can't be solved with money; we need 'physical shielding' plus 'bioelectric discharge.'" Wang Minyu snapped his fingers. "Zero, bring that thing out of the backyard."

A few minutes later, Guan Shan pushed in a strangely shaped piece of equipment.

The main body of this thing is an old-fashioned 28-inch bicycle with the rear wheel suspended in the air, connected to a hand-cranked generator salvaged from a junkyard. It is covered with colorful copper wires and diodes, giving it a rough, steampunk aesthetic.

"This is our museum's latest 'Quantum Magnetic Field Counter-Therapy Device'." Wang Minyu patted the rusty bicycle seat. "Sit on and pedal."

"Pedal...pedal a bicycle?" Zhang Defa was dumbfounded.

"Yes. You have too much bioelectric charge in your body, which is blocked in your meridians. You must use high-intensity mechanical exercise to convert this excess charge into kinetic energy and release it." Wang Minyu pointed to a small light bulb connected to the generator. "See that light bulb? The moment you can pedal until it stays lit, the electrical noise in your head will disappear."

"Will this... will this work?"

"You can try. Now, right now." Wang Minyu's voice turned serious.

Zhang Defa climbed onto the bicycle with some skepticism and tentatively pedaled around twice.

The generator made a creaking, grinding sound, and the dim yellow light bulb flickered twice.

Surprisingly, as his leg muscles contracted, his nerves, which had been so taut they were about to snap, actually felt a long-lost... fatigue?

It wasn't the kind of exhaustion that leaves you mentally and physically drained, but rather a pure, physical ache.

The soreness quickly occupied his brain bandwidth, leaving him no time to think about Wi-Fi signals or EEG monitoring.

"Huh? It seems... a bit quieter now?" Zhang Defa's eyes lit up, and he started to quicken his pace.

"Keep going, don't stop. Keep this frequency." Wang Minyu, like a ruthless coach, said, "Guan Shan, bring his phone over, put it next to him and play 'The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend' at maximum volume."

"No! I'll die!" Zhang Defa cried out in terror.

"You won't die. Right now, you're generating electricity; you are the signal source yourself. What interference are you afraid of?"

Half an hour later.

The former CTO, worth over 100 million, was wearing a radiation protection suit worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, sweating profusely, and panting as he frantically pedaled his bicycle in a run-down pharmacy.

The sound of Phoenix Legend's songs blaring from his phone was deafening, but a near-perverted, liberating ecstasy appeared on his face.

The light bulb turned on.

My mind went blank.

The world is quiet.

"Awesome! This is fucking awesome!" Zhang Defa roared as he pedaled, sweat dripping down his tinfoil-covered hat. "Dr. Wang, sell me this machine! One million! I want to take it home and pedal it every day!"

"No, we won't sell it. This is medical equipment and can only be used in the hospital." Wang Minyu refused decisively. "However, you can get a card. Supreme VIP, 100,000 yuan a card, unlimited access for a year. Also, the electricity you just generated will be converted into electricity charges and deducted from your consultation fee, although it's only a few cents."

Zhang Defa was so moved he almost cried: "What a conscience! These days, there are still doctors who give patients cashback? Swipe my card! Swipe it now!"

[Emotional harvest successful. Source: Zhang Defa. Emotion type: What's with this masochistic pleasure? +Tears of gratitude.]

[Received: 100000 yuan.]

After seeing off the limping but energetic Zhang Defa, Wang Minyu looked at the account balance and nodded in satisfaction.

"Zero, did he store the electricity he just generated into the battery?"

"Saved, boss." Zero's voice seemed to carry a hint of disdain. "Just enough to charge your phone by five percent. I must say, the efficiency of this kind of bio-energy generation is extremely low. I suggest you have him grind some soybeans next time, so he can also make some soy milk while he's at it."

"You don't understand, this is called the 'experience economy'." Wang Minyu plugged in his phone to charge, in high spirits. "Next."