GBP Chapter 40 Job Advertisements and Silent Applicants
Chapter 40 Job Advertisements and Silent Applicants
The musty smell of stale brine in the air of Changxiang City has finally faded, replaced by the lingering smell of disinfectant at the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy.
After that city-wide mass treatment that resembled "eating shit," Wang Minyu's reputation skyrocketed to 50,000, but the side effects were also obvious—although Zhang Wei collapsed, even more patients flocked in.
Most of them weren't there to see a doctor; they were there on a "pilgrimage." Some internet celebrities even wanted to lick the large black vat that supposedly saved the entire city.
Wang Minyu was so annoyed that he told Boss Liu to smash the vat.
Now, pharmacies are facing an even more serious problem: a shortage of staff.
Although Li Siyuan and Zhao Na are useful, they are students after all, and they still have to go back to school to write the paper on "Clinical Application of Stinky Tofu Brine".
Aside from accounting and serving tea and water, Boss Liu has zero medical skills.
Although Wang Minyu has the support of the system, he is not Nezha and does not have three heads and six arms.
So, a job posting with red paper and black lettering was pasted on the glass door.
The content is very simple, even a bit perfunctory:
[Hiring one nurse and one doctor. Requirements: quiet, skilled, able to work under pressure, and able to tolerate the boss's occasional outbursts. Salary: Negotiable.]
"Dr. Wang, isn't this request a bit too... abstract?" Zhao Na complained while organizing the medical records. "Who in their right mind would dare to come?"
"I'm not looking for normal people anyway." Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, holding a copy of "Practical Surgery" in his hand, without looking up. "Normal people won't stay here for more than three days."
Just as he finished speaking, the wind chimes at the door rang once.
There were no footsteps.
If it weren't for the wind chimes ringing, the people in the shop wouldn't even have noticed someone had come in.
The woman who entered was wearing a black trench coat over a black turtleneck sweater, black straight-leg pants, and black flat shoes.
He was like a silent shadow.
Her skin was very white, a pale white that came from years of being deprived of sunlight. She held a resume in her hand and gently placed it on the counter.
Wang Minyu put down his book and glanced at the resume.
Name: Su Qing.
Age: 27 years old.
Original unit: Forensic Identification Center of Changxiang City Public Security Bureau.
Reason for leaving: Blank.
"Forensic doctor?" Li Siyuan leaned closer for a glance, then gasped. "Hello, senior sister."
Su Qing ignored him, staring at Wang Minyu with a calm, stagnant gaze: "Hiring?"
The voice was cold, with a metallic quality, exactly two words.
"Switch in," Wang Minyu said, pointing to the chair opposite him. "Sit down."
Su Qing sat down, her back ramrod straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees—the standard standing posture before an autopsy table, exuding a chilling aura even while seated.
"Why did you quit being a forensic doctor?" Wang Minyu asked.
"It's noisy," Su Qing said.
Zhao Na, listening nearby, was completely bewildered: "The forensic center is noisy? Isn't that where they deal with dead people?"
Su Qing turned her head and glanced at Zhao Na.
His eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a corpse awaiting dissection.
Zhao Na instantly felt a chill on the back of her neck and shut her mouth.
"Dead people are quiet." Su Qing looked at Wang Minyu again, speaking calmly, "But living people are too noisy. Family members are noisy, the police are noisy, the leaders are noisy. Dead people are better; as long as I don't use a knife, they will never complain."
Wang Minyu smiled.
The system panel flickered:
[Special talent detected. Characteristics: Absolute rationality, social isolation, and the ability to provide live care from a corpse's perspective.]
Match rate: 95%.
"I have more people living here," Wang Minyu tapped the table, "and it's noisier."
"I've seen your video." Su Qing pointed to the banner on the wall that read "Cure Pretentious People." "You made that person with hearing impairment go to the market to argue, and taught him to block it out. I also need an environment where I can learn to treat living people as if they were dead."
This logic is impeccable.
"Three-day trial period." Wang Minyu took a nurse's uniform out of the drawer. "Go change. Perfect timing, there's a patient with a hard-to-find vein, you can give it a try."
Su Qing picked up her clothes, turned around, and went into the dressing room.
There was no unnecessary chatter throughout the entire process, and they didn't even ask about my salary.
Five minutes later, Su Qing came out.
The white coat she wore gave her an inexplicable aura that made her seem unapproachable.
She put on a mask, revealing only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.
At that moment, a pig-like scream could be heard coming from the treatment room.
A burly man with tattooed arms was sitting in a chair. Because his veins were too thin, Zhao Na couldn't get any blood back after two attempts. The man was cursing, "Do you even know how to do acupuncture?! Do you think I'm your training ground? You think I won't smash this place up?!"
Zhao Na was sweating profusely with anxiety, and her hand holding the needle was trembling.
Su Qing walked over and patted Zhao Na on the shoulder. Zhao Na felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly stepped aside.
The burly man was about to continue his tirade when he looked up and met Su Qing's eyes.
There was no apology, no comfort, not even a sense of kinship in those eyes. In that instant, the big man felt like a piece of meat placed on a stainless steel table.
The sound of cursing was stuck in his throat, and he just couldn't get it out.
Su Qing reached out and grabbed the big man's wrist.
Her hands were cold, and her fingers were long and strong.
Instead of gently patting to find veins like a typical nurse, she pressed her thumb directly on the skin to feel the elasticity beneath.
"Don't move."
Two words, spoken in a commanding tone.
The next second, she picked up the needle and, without any hesitation, inserted it at an extremely tricky angle.
There was no probing, no retreat, just a direct hit to the nail on the head.
The big man didn't even feel any pain; he only saw dark red blood flowing out of the tube.
Su Qing skillfully applied the tape, adjusted the drip rate, and then turned to wash her hands at the sink.
The whole process was so smooth and fast that it was hard to keep up.
"Holy crap..." The big man was stunned for a long time before he finally managed to stammer out, "This nurse... her hands are way too cold."
Li Siyuan watched in stunned silence.
As a medical student, he knew all too well the significance of that injection.
Arms with thick subcutaneous fat and highly mobile blood vessels are the most difficult to puncture.
"That's the feel she gets from dissection." Wang Minyu appeared at the doorway, holding a teacup. "In her eyes, your skin, fat, muscles, and blood vessels are all layered, three-dimensional structures. She's not inserting needles; she's positioning."
On the system panel, the mood value began to fluctuate:
[Fear level increased by 200 from receiving a tattooed man's message]
[Received 100 points of admiration from Zhao Na]
Wang Minyu took a sip of tea and nodded in satisfaction.
"I admire this attitude of treating patients like corpses."
Just then, a sudden screech of brakes came from outside the door.
A black Mercedes-Benz van pulled up at the entrance. The door opened, and two bodyguards rushed in carrying a stretcher.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor! Help!"
An elderly man in his sixties lay on a stretcher, his face pale, clutching his stomach, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Wang Minyu put down his teacup and walked over quickly.
"What happened?"
"Just now at the dinner party, the old man ate a piece of braised pork, and suddenly he was like this!" the bodyguard shouted anxiously. "He said it felt like a knife was twisting in his stomach!"
Wang Minyu activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
The elderly man's abdomen was filled with disordered energy, and there was a dark red mass of stagnant energy in the gallbladder area, accompanied by a red glow of high heat.
[Symptoms: Acute suppurative cholecystitis with impacted gallstones.]
[Risk: The gallbladder wall is highly edematous and may perforate at any time.]
"Acute cholecystitis, the gallstone is stuck." Wang Minyu quickly made the judgment. "It's too late to get to the hospital. With the traffic jam, it will take half an hour to get there. If it perforates, it will be troublesome."
"What should we do?" the bodyguard panicked.
"We'll do it right here." Wang Minyu turned around. "Siyuan, prepare the surgical kit. Su Qing, prepare the skin and establish an intravenous line. Zhao Na, clear the area and draw the curtains."
"Surgery here?" Li Siyuan exclaimed in surprise. "Dr. Wang, this is a pharmacy; we don't have a sterile room!"
"I have."
Wang Minyu redeemed the [Portable Sterile Force Field Generator (Disposable)] from the system space. This device can create an absolutely sterile environment within three meters around him for two hours.
"Stop talking nonsense and get moving."
Su Qing had already picked up the scissors and disinfectant and walked over to the old man.
She glanced at the old man who was still groaning, her eyes remaining calm.
"Bear with it."
She cut open the old man's clothes and deftly began to prepare his skin.
That calm, almost cold professionalism inexplicably calmed the chaotic scene.
Wang Minyu put on his gloves and glanced at Su Qing.
"Do you dare to follow Taiwan?"
Su Qing looked up, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes above her mask.
"The internal organs of a living person should be more vibrant than those of a dead person."