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

Chapter 200 The Old Chinese Medicine Doctor at the Waterworks

A black Hongqi sedan drove through the old industrial area of ​​Changxiang City, its wheels rolling over the potholes and making a dull thud.

Inside the car, Captain Zhou was driving himself, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito.

"The situation is more serious than we anticipated." Captain Zhou's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth. "The city's tap water network has normal water quality tests, but the 'bioactivity value' has abnormally increased by 50% in the past 24 hours. Even more bizarrely, there has been a surge in reports of abnormal emotions from citizens, especially among teenagers. They all say they've fallen in love with a voice."

Wang Minyu sat in the passenger seat, holding his stainless steel tea mug, without even lifting his eyelids: "It's just dating, an excess of dopamine, it's not a serious illness."

"This isn't romance, it's mass hypnosis!" Captain Zhou jerked the steering wheel to avoid a large pothole. "The intelligence department intercepted infrasound signals from underground, and the frequency highly overlaps with the brainwaves of humans when they're deeply in love. The source points directly to the underground main reservoir of the South City Waterworks."

"Oh." Wang Minyu blew on the tea leaves in his teacup. "That means he failed to meet his online girlfriend in person and started casting a wide net indiscriminately. A typical act of revenge against society, he needs electroconvulsive therapy."

Captain Zhou choked for a moment. He found that when communicating with Wang Minyu, he always had the illusion that his worldview was being crushed into powder in front of the other party's white coat.

He's used to it.

"The higher-ups are taking this very seriously. This is no longer an ordinary public security incident; it's been classified as 'top-level biological contamination.' So, if you need any support for this operation, just let us know," Captain Zhou said solemnly.

"Support?" Wang Minyu finally looked up, gazing through the car window at the increasingly desolate scenery outside. "Get the traffic violations on my Wuling Hongguang cleared first. Also, when will the finance department settle the medical bill from the last house call?"

Captain Zhou: "..."

He took a deep breath and decided to skip the topic: "Our people have sealed off the water plant, but the situation inside is unclear. The plant manager is an old fogey who doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, insisting that the equipment is outdated and preventing our people from approaching the core area."

Wang Minyu laughed: "That's a good thing. Ignorance is the best protection. At least he wasn't completely fooled by that voice."

The car finally stopped in front of a rusty gate. The large red characters "Changxiang City Third Waterworks" were peeling off, leaving only faint traces. The air was filled with a mixture of rust, chlorine, and damp moss.

An elderly man in blue overalls, with gray hair but a sprightly demeanor, stood with his hands on his hips at the door, followed by several workers holding wrenches, like a row of veterans ready for battle.

"Captain Zhou, I'll say it again!" the old man said in a strong voice, "This is state property! Your blockade has affected the city's water supply, who's going to take responsibility for that? And you're saying there's a monster in the water? I think you've been watching too many movies!"

Captain Zhou was at his wits' end and was about to step forward to negotiate when Wang Minyu got out of the car first.

Instead of walking towards the old factory director, he went straight to a row of huge, buzzing filter units next to him.

He reached out and touched the cold metal casing, then put his ear close to it to listen.

"What are you doing here?" The old factory manager asked warily when he saw the man in the white coat. "This is a factory, not a hospital!"

Wang Minyu ignored him and turned to Captain Zhou, saying, "The water pump's bearing is off-center by 0.3 millimeters, and the third filter valve on the left is leaking slightly, causing unstable pressure. If this continues, the entire unit will be scrapped in less than three days."

The old factory director was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at Wang Minyu as if he were looking at an alien.

These are the kinds of problems that only an old worker like him, who has spent his whole life dealing with machines, would know. This young man just touched it and told him everything.

How did you know?

"I'm a doctor." Wang Minyu walked over, his gaze sweeping over the old factory director. "Machines are judged by their sound, and people by their complexion. You, sir, should probably get some 'maintenance' done."

"What do you mean?" the old factory manager retorted.

"What I mean is, your machine is faulty, and you're faulty too." Wang Minyu held up two fingers and waved them in front of the old factory director. "You see double, right? Especially in the afternoon. And your right shoulder is always sore, no amount of ointment helps. You also get leg cramps at night."

The old factory director was completely dumbfounded.

He had all these symptoms, but they were all old ailments. He just thought it was because he was getting old and never told anyone.

"How...how did you know that?"

"When the machine bearings are off-center, the vibrations become irregular. You've been standing here for years, and to adapt to these irregular vibrations, your cervical spine and shoulder blades will compensate by becoming misaligned, compressing the optic nerve and brachial plexus. As for the cramps, those are early symptoms of chlorine poisoning. Your ventilation system hasn't been replaced in ten years, has it?"

Wang Minyu spoke casually, as if he were analyzing a math problem.

The surrounding workers were all astonished and looked at the old factory manager.

The old factory director's stubborn face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Finally, he pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to Wang Min-yu, who waved it away.

"Little...little miracle doctor." The old factory manager finally gave in, even changing his form of address. "Then tell me, what should we do?"

"I don't care about the machines, but I can heal people." Wang Minyu pointed to the large iron gate leading underground. "Take us to the main reservoir. This is the consultation fee."

The old factory director hesitated for a moment, glanced at Captain Zhou, then at Wang Minyu's calm yet somewhat frightening eyes, and finally gritted his teeth, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and stomped it out.

"Alright! Follow me! I want to see what kind of turtle can be raised in this water!"

The underground passage was long and dark, with water droplets seeping from the walls, and the air was so damp and cold that you could wring water out of it.

Wang Minyu's Wuling Hongguang was parked outside. The door opened, and Su Qing sat inside. In front of her were three laptops, and the data streams on the screens refreshed like a waterfall.

Pierre and Guan Shan were fiddling with something in the trunk, and there was a metallic clanging and a strange spice smell coming from it.

"Boss, the underground signal interference is very strong, but we can confirm that the infrasound power is increasing exponentially," Su Qing's voice came through Wang Minyu's bone conduction headphones. "It's... excited. It seems to know we're coming."

"Just treat it as 'preconception anxiety'," Wang Minyu responded.

Finally, the group arrived at a huge circular iron gate.

The old factory manager took out the key and laboriously turned the valve.

"Squeak—"

A thick, almost viscous steam wafted towards me, accompanied by a strange, sweet, and fishy smell.

Behind the door was an unimaginably vast space.

This is an underground reservoir large enough to hold a football field.

The dome was very high, with a row of dim explosion-proof lights hanging from it.

The pool was full, its surface as calm as a black mirror, reflecting the lights from the dome and appearing incredibly deep.

The only sound in the entire space was the low hum of the water pump.

"That's...that's it?" The old factory manager scratched his head. "There's nothing there."

The voice just fell.

"Buzz—"

A melodious whale song, seemingly from ancient times, suddenly resounded in everyone's minds.

That wasn't a sound; it was an emotion, an emotion filled with adoration, longing, and even a touch of grievance.

Immediately afterwards, the pipes throughout the entire reservoir, those tangled metal pipes that coiled around the walls like giant pythons, began to resonate at the same frequency.

They are "singing".

In the center of the pool, on that calm, black surface of water, slowly, very slowly, a huge, smooth bulge rose up.

That's not water.

It was a living creature.