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

Chapter 42 Physical Anesthesiologist

The new doctor's name is Guan Shan.

The person is just like his name, like an insurmountable mountain.

Guan Shan's onboarding process was very simple because he didn't have any paperwork at all.

His medical license was revoked because, during his tenure in the orthopedics department of a top-tier hospital, his methods were too rough. Although he cured the patients, he frightened them and caused them psychological trauma, resulting in a pile of complaint letters on the hospital director's desk.

"They said I don't understand 'humanistic care'." Guan Shan sat on a small stool in the pharmacy, which looked precarious under his bottom, like a child's toy.

He was holding a large bowl filled with boxed lunches for five people, and his mouth was covered in oil as he ate.

"That patient had a dislocated shoulder and was crying and begging me not to touch him. I figured it was better to get it over with quickly than to suffer for a long time, so I went up and pushed him back. As a result, he accused me of intentional assault." Guan Shan looked aggrieved, like a three-hundred-pound child who had been wronged.

Wang Minyu sat opposite him, looking at the system panel.

[Employee: Guan Shan]

[Occupation: Former attending orthopedic surgeon / Current bodyguard and osteopath at Renxin Pharmacy]

[Skills: Brute Force Reset (Master Level), Physical Anesthesia (achieving pain relief by inducing shock in the patient through severe pain), Intimidation Aura (Passive)]

[Side effect: Extremely large appetite, prone to damaging public property.]

"It's alright, I don't need any special treatment here." Wang Minyu put a piece of braised pork on his plate. "As long as the illness can be cured, you can even knock him out before treating him."

"Really?" Guan Shan's eyes lit up.

"Really." Wang Minyu nodded. "This is called 'physical anesthesia,' a cutting-edge technology that is not yet widely recognized in the medical field."

With the addition of Su Qing and Guan Shan, the style of Renxin Pharmacy has completely changed.

Previously it was:

Li Siyuan: "Sir, please slow down and watch your step."

Zhao Na: "Auntie, the injection will hurt a little, please bear with it."

Now it is:

Su Qing (coldly): "Hold out your hand. Don't move if you don't want an amputation."

Guan Shan (with a kind smile): "Bone broken? No problem, I'll count to three... Crack! Okay, next one."

This "black shop" setup, instead of scaring away patients, actually made Renxin Pharmacy famous in a strange circle.

That afternoon, a special patient came to the store.

He was a young man dressed in a bespoke suit, his hair was neatly combed, he held a folding fan in his hand, and he was followed by four bodyguards.

As soon as he entered, he covered his nose with a handkerchief and looked around at his surroundings with disgust.

"Is this the legendary, miraculous doctor's clinic?" The young man pointed to the counter with his folding fan. "It doesn't look like much, it's shabby and small."

Just as Li Siyuan was about to go up and greet him, he was pushed aside by the bodyguard behind the young man.

"Don't touch my young master, he's dirty."

Wang Minyu was taking an older woman's pulse when he heard this, so he looked up and glanced at the young man.

[Patient: Zhao Rui, 24 years old, second son of the Zhao family group in Changxiang City.]

[Symptoms: Habitual temporomandibular joint dislocation (chin frequently drops), accompanied by severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and narcissistic personality disorder.]

[Causes: Prolonged excessive laughing, exaggerated mouth-open speech, and laxity of the mandibular ligaments.]

"Queuing up to see a doctor," Wang Minyu said casually.

"Queue up?" Zhao Rui said as if he'd heard a joke. "Do you know who I am? My dad is Zhao Gang! This whole street belongs to my family! Believe me or not, I can shut you all down tomorrow!"

He started laughing out loud again, as was his habit: "Hahaha...uh!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhao Rui's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't close it.

Saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth and onto his expensive suit.

His eyes widened, he covered his face with his hands, and made "abba aba" sounds.

His jaw fell off.

The patients around him wanted to laugh but dared not, and were having a hard time holding it in.

The bodyguards panicked: "Young Master! Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Aba aba!" Zhao Rui pointed to his mouth, jumping up and down in frustration.

Wang Minyu sighed and put down his teacup. "Siyuan, go and call Guanshan out. He's here to work."

The curtain in the back room was lifted, and Guan Shan walked out like a moving mountain of flesh.

He had just finished his afternoon nap and was in a bad mood, his face twitching.

"Who's making noise?" Guan Shan shouted.

Although the four bodyguards were also trained fighters, they were like a Chihuahua meeting a Tibetan Mastiff in the face of Guan Shan's absolute size advantage.

"Are you a doctor?" the bodyguard captain asked, forcing a smile. "My young master's jaw is dislocated. Put it back on quickly! Be gentle, he's afraid of pain!"

Guan Shan glanced at Zhao Rui's stupid look with his mouth agape and drooling, and curled his lip: "Jaw dropped? That's easy to fix."

He strode over.

As the bear-like man approached, Zhao Rui retreated in fear, his eyes filled with terror.

"Aba! Aba!" (Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!)

Guan Shan completely ignored his protests, stretched out a large hand, and directly pinched Zhao Rui's chin.

His hands were so big that they almost covered half of Zhao Rui's face.

"Don't move," Guan Shan said in a gruff voice. "Relax and think about something happy."

Zhao Rui was far from relaxed; he felt like his head was about to be crushed.

"For example, how much does this suit of yours cost?" Guan Shan suddenly asked.

Zhao Rui was taken aback and subconsciously began to think about the question.

In that moment of distraction.

Guan Shan's wrist suddenly jerked, pressing down and then pushing upward.

"Click".

A crisp sound of bones realigning.

Zhao Rui closed his mouth.

But then, a sharp pain struck.

"Awooo—!!!"

Zhao Rui let out a scream, and tears and snot gushed out instantly.

He clutched his cheek, crouching on the ground in pain, his arrogant young nobleman persona completely gone.

"Got it." Guan Shan clapped his hands, then turned to Wang Minyu. "Boss, does this count as a work injury? He got his saliva on my hand."

"Fine." Wang Minyu suppressed a laugh. "Go wash your hands. Su Qing has some disinfectant."

It took Zhao Rui a long time to recover before he could stand up from the ground.

He felt that although his jaw had been reattached, it was burning with pain, as if he had been punched.

"You...you all..." Zhao Rui pointed at Guan Shan, his finger trembling, "This is violent medical practice! I'm going to sue you!"

"Go ahead and sue," Wang Minyu shrugged. "The security camera captured it all. Your jaw fell off, and my employee was just trying to put it back in place. As for the pain, that's a normal post-operative reaction. Who told you to have such loose ligaments?"

Zhao Rui was trembling with anger. Just as he was about to utter a few more harsh words, he suddenly saw Su Qing standing behind the counter, holding a sharp scalpel and coldly watching him.

That's the look you give a corpse.

Then look at Guan Shan next to him, who is cracking his wrists.

Zhao Rui swallowed hard. A wise person knows when to yield.

"How much?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Two hundred for bone setting, two thousand for emotional distress (you scared my employee), and five hundred for cleaning (drooling)." Wang Minyu tapped on the calculator, "Two thousand seven in total."

Zhao Rui threw down a stack of red bills, refusing even the change, and fled in panic with his bodyguards.

As he left, he instinctively covered his chin, as if afraid it would fall off again.

System prompt:

[Mission Completed: Assembled a medical team for "abnormal humans".]

[Current setup: Cunning Dean (you), Socially Awkward Forensic Pathologist (Su Qing), Violent Orthopedic Surgeon (Guan Shan), Miserable Interns (Li Siyuan, Zhao Na).]

[Rewards: System space upgrade (allows planting of low-level herbs), special skill book "An Introduction to the Integration of Modern Medicine and Ancient Martial Arts".]

Wang Minyu looked at this peculiar team and smiled with satisfaction.

"We're having dinner together tonight," Wang Minyu announced. "We're having hot pot."

"I want to eat ten plates of meat!" Guan Shan raised his hand.

"I want to sit in the corner," Su Qing said calmly.

"I need to write a thesis..." Li Siyuan and Zhao Na hugged each other and cried.