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

Chapter 34 Your Face Is Worthless

Inside the hot pot restaurant, steam rose, mingling with the aroma of beef tallow and the cacophony of voices.

At the next table, the boy named Li Haoran had been cornered against the wall.

The row of "depth charges" in front of him—beer glasses with a small glass of liquor submerged in them—looked like a row of death sentences awaiting execution.

"Brothers, I really can't, I'll die if I drink this." Li Haoran's voice was trembling with tears, and his face was already turning red, not from drunkenness, but from an abnormal flush.

"Death? Haha, that's an exaggeration!" The blond-haired leader, named Zhou Peng, was a well-known rich second-generation in the area. His family owned several factories, and he loved to invite friends and enjoy being the center of attention.

He put his arm around Li Haoran's shoulder, half-threatening and half-teasing: "Haoran, today is your birthday. So many brothers are giving you face, and you won't even drink a glass of wine. Don't you want to stay in Changxiang anymore?"

"Exactly, why pretend to be an innocent little rabbit? The point of going out is to have fun, right?" A girl with smoky makeup chimed in.

Li Haoran's family is of average means. He was able to squeeze into this circle entirely because of his good grades and his ability to help these rich kids with their homework and papers.

He knew that if he didn't drink this wine today, he would never be able to get a single penny of "kickbacks" from these people again.

He gritted his teeth, picked up a glass of wine, closed his eyes as if drinking poison, and gulped it down.

The spicy liquid slid down my throat, and my stomach felt like it was on fire.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of dizziness and nausea rushed straight to the top of my head.

His face turned from flushed to liver-colored at a visible speed, and large patches of red spots began to appear on his neck and arms.

"Ugh..." He covered his mouth and coughed violently, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Haha! That's more like it!" Zhou Peng, seeing his pained expression, wasn't worried at all; instead, he found it amusing, clapping his hands and laughing. "Another drink! Nobody's leaving until we're all drunk!"

The atmosphere at Wang Minyu's table had already cooled down.

Seeing the frenzied scene at the next table, Zhao Na was so angry she almost snapped her chopsticks in two: "Are these people crazy? These are clearly symptoms of alcohol poisoning, and they're forcing people to drink? They're trying to kill someone!"

"This is a typical example of the dregs of 'drinking culture'." Li Siyuan pushed up his glasses, his face also looking very grim. "Using personal relationships and face-saving as leverage is actually a form of disguised bullying."

Boss Liu shook his head, saying, "It's a shame, these young people nowadays are going too far."

Wang Minyu didn't say anything; he just quietly looked at the boy named Li Haoran.

On the system panel, the values ​​representing Li Haoran's vital signs were rapidly declining toward the danger zone.

[Warning: The patient's heart rate has spiked to 160, blood pressure has plummeted, and blood oxygen saturation is below 90%. Acetaldehyde poisoning has triggered acute circulatory failure; without intervention within three minutes, it will lead to irreversible brain damage or even death.]

"Zhou Peng! Stop!" Wang Minyu suddenly stood up. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold knife, instantly cutting through the noise in the hot pot restaurant.

All eyes were on him.

Zhou Peng was pouring a glass of wine into Li Haoran's mouth when he was startled by the shout. He turned around and looked at Wang Minyu with displeasure: "Who are you? What's it to you!"

"He can't drink anymore." Wang Minyu walked to the next table and pointed to Li Haoran, who was already convulsing and had a vacant look in his eyes. "He's not allergic to alcohol; he has an acetaldehyde dehydrogenase gene defect. What you're giving him isn't alcohol; it's poison. If he drinks another sip, he'll have to be carried straight to the crematorium today."

"What kind of weird enzymes?" Zhou Peng scoffed, sizing up Wang Minyu. "Who the hell are you? A doctor? Don't you know any manners? We're having a birthday party, and you're here cursing someone to die?"

"Whether I'm a doctor or not is irrelevant." Wang Minyu's eyes turned cold. "What's important is that if he dies here, every one of you here will be suspected of manslaughter. Especially you," he pointed at Zhou Peng, "as the organizer and the coercer, you are the principal offender, facing a minimum of three years, with no upper limit. You can calculate whether your dad's factories are enough to get him out of trouble."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the men and women who had been making a ruckus at the table instantly changed.

They were just out having fun and didn't want to get involved in a murder case.

Zhou Peng's face turned pale and then flushed.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

Looking at Li Haoran, whose eyes were about to roll back, he also began to feel uneasy.

"You...you're trying to scare me! He drinks every year on his birthday, and nothing's ever happened to him!" Zhou Peng stubbornly insisted.

"That's because he used to drink beer, and not this much." Wang Minyu shoved Zhou Peng aside and helped the swaying Li Haoran up. "Today you guys played a game of depth charge, mixing baijiu and beer, doubling the rate of alcohol absorption. The acetaldehyde concentration in his body has already exceeded the limit. If you don't get him to the hospital for a stomach pump, you can just wait to collect his corpse."

As Wang Minyu spoke, he took out his phone and pretended to dial 120.

"No! Don't hit him!" Zhou Peng panicked completely, grabbing Wang Minyu's hand. "Big brother, I was wrong, I really didn't know it would be this serious! Then... what do we do now?"

"What should we do?" Wang Minyu sneered and helped Li Haoran to sit down on a chair next to him.

At this moment, Li Haoran had lost consciousness, and his body was as limp as a puddle of mud.

Wang Minyu reached out and pinched the man's philtrum and Neiguan acupoints hard a few times, then shouted to the stunned hot pot restaurant owner, "Boss, do you have any kudzu root in the kitchen? Also, bring some honey and strong tea!"

"Kudzu root? Yes, yes, yes!" The boss, who also knew a bit about health, knew that kudzu root could help with hangovers, so he quickly ran to the kitchen.

Soon, a steaming bowl of kudzu root water, mixed with honey and strong tea, was served.

"Pinch his mouth open and force it down his throat!" Wang Minyu ordered.

Zhou Peng and the others hurriedly forced Li Haoran to swallow the bowl of strange-tasting liquid.

"Is that all?" Zhou Peng asked uncertainly, looking at Li Haoran who was still unconscious.

"This only temporarily protects his heart and slows down the absorption of toxins," Wang Minyu said. "To completely detoxify him, we need something more drastic."

He turned to look at Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, who were already standing behind him.

"You two, your internship project is here."

"Huh?" The two were taken aback.

"He needs to vomit to get the alcohol out of his stomach," Wang Minyu said, pointing at Li Haoran. "But he's already unconscious, so conventional methods won't work. Think about it, what methods in Traditional Chinese Medicine can induce vomiting while the patient is unconscious?"

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na looked at each other in bewilderment.

This issue isn't covered in textbooks.

Li Siyuan frowned, quickly searching his mind.

Yongquan acupoint? Zusanli acupoint? Neither seems to be the case.

Zhao Na suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the "cooling soup" that Wang Minyu had given to the internet celebrity streamer, Lala Li.

"Dr. Wang, is it possible to use some... medicine with a particularly strong taste to stimulate his throat and stomach?" Zhao Na asked tentatively.

"You're halfway there," Wang Minyu nodded. "But where are we going to find the medicine now? There's no time to lose."

He glanced around the hot pot restaurant, his gaze finally settling on the bright red, still-bubbling broth of beef tallow on the table.

"I've got it." Wang Minyu's lips curled into a wicked smile. "We'll use this."

He picked up a clean spoon and scooped a spoonful of the spiciest red oil from the bottom of the boiling pot.

"What...what are you doing?" Zhou Peng stared at the spoonful of chili oil, his eyelids twitching.

"Pour it down his throat." Wang Minyu handed the spoon to Zhou Peng. "You caused this mess, so you're the one to clean it up. Use the essence of this 'Chongqing hotpot' to draw out the last bit of foreign liquor from his stomach."

Zhou Peng's face turned green as he looked at the spoonful of bubbling, deadly spicy red oil.

"This...is this really okay? If we force-feed it, won't it burn my stomach?"

"It won't burn him." Wang Minyu's tone left no room for argument. "His stomach is full of alcohol right now, his nerves are numb. This little bit of spice is nothing to him. But it's enough to trigger his vomiting reflex. Hurry up, if you dawdle any longer, it'll be too late."

Zhou Peng looked at the unconscious Li Haoran, then at Wang Minyu's emotionless eyes, gritted his teeth, took the spoon, pried open Li Haoran's mouth, and poured the liquid down his throat.