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

Chapter 196 Your Fat Has a Lot of Ideas

A mysterious invitation has recently been circulating among the top circles of Changxiang City.

The invitation was simply designed; it was just a pink card with the words "benevolence" printed on it, and it smelled faintly of... mushroom soup.

But the flamboyant signature at the end—Wang Minyu—made the hearts of those who received the invitation race.

These days, what are rich people most afraid of? Death.

Wang Minyu is the kind of person who can compete with the King of Hell for business.

Saturday, dusk.

The parking lot of the western suburbs resort was filled with luxury cars. Someone unfamiliar with the area might mistake it for an international car show.

Wang Minyu, wearing his faded white lab coat and still holding the chipped teacup, stood in front of the resort's magnificent gate like a security guard.

Guan Shan stood next to him, wearing a tight black suit, sunglasses, and holding a metal detector, looking even more serious than a security check.

"Boss Wang, what a grand display."

A red Ferrari stopped, the door opened, and an old man in a white training uniform got out.

It was none other than Mr. Chen, the provincial head of culture and health.

Since Wang Minyu cured his insomnia last time, the old man is now in high spirits and walks with a brisk pace.

"It is an honor to have Elder Chen here." Wang Minyu nodded slightly, signaling Guan Shan to let them pass.

"I heard you've got some kind of 'miracle water' here?" Old Chen smiled and looked around. "I canceled several meetings to come here. If it's not as miraculous as you claim, I'll give you a piece of my mind for false advertising."

"Whether it's 'miracle water' or not, you'll know once you soak in it," Wang Minyu pointed inside. "But let me be clear: once you're inside, don't take anything you see or hear seriously. It's just a detox reaction."

Old Chen laughed heartily and went inside with his hands behind his back.

Next came a few familiar faces.

Zhang Defa, who had been cured, arrived on his generator bicycle, saying he was there to supply electricity to the hot springs; Professor Yan Jin brought several students with test tubes and beakers, looking like he was there to collect samples; even the cured celebrity Lin Wan'er came, wearing large sunglasses and completely covered up.

The last vehicle to arrive was a black minivan.

The car door slid open, but no one got out immediately.

After a while, a foot wearing high heels peeked out, followed by a long, slender leg, which was made even more dazzling by the slit of the cheongsam.

Phantom. The manager of Seven Star Pavilion, the woman with a symbiote inside her.

She wasn't wearing her signature black dress today, but instead wore a purple cheongsam. Her face was covered in exquisite makeup, but it still couldn't hide the weariness in her eyes.

"Dr. Wang." Phantom walked up to Wang Minyu, took off her sunglasses to reveal a pair of alluring, captivating eyes, "Is this what you meant by 'taking a bath'?"

"What, does the Seven Star Pavilion look down on this desolate wilderness?" Wang Minyu took a sip of water.

"Where?" Phantom's gaze swept over the luxury cars. "To have half of Changxiang City's wealthy circle come to support me, Dr. Wang's methods are truly impressive. I just wonder if what I'm looking for is in this water."

She was naturally referring to clues about the underground "mother".

"Whether it's there or not, we'll find out by going down and trying." Wang Minyu stepped aside to make way. "But Manager Phantom, this is a legitimate hot spring; you have to buy tickets. It's 8,800 yuan per person, no discounts."

Phantom paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled, "Dr. Wang is really... humorous. Put it on the tab, and Seven Star Pavilion will repay double later."

Watching the Phantom walk into the changing room, Su Qing's voice came through the earpiece: "Boss, we've detected energy fluctuations within her. As soon as she approached that pool, the symbiote within her became very excited, and its value surged by 40%."

"That's normal," Wang Minyu said softly. "It means they've seen relatives."

In the heart of the resort, the huge pink pool is currently steaming.

Pierre, wearing swimming trunks and a chef's hat, was busy at a workbench by the pool.

He sprinkled all sorts of strange herbs, fruits, and even some unknown powders into the pool like salt.

"Gentlemen! This is a recipe from the French court!" Pierre shouted in broken Chinese. "It's called 'Soul Stew'! Get down here!"

A group of usually impeccably dressed big shots changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Ouch! This water...it's a bit too hot!"

"No, it's not hot, it's... numb! Like an electric shock!"

"So comfortable! It feels so good! I can feel every pore breathing!"

Soon, a chorus of exclamations of praise rose from the pool.

Wang Minyu stood on the observation deck on the second floor, looking down at this scene.

In the system's [Aura Observation] vision, this pool was practically a huge energy exchange field.

The unhealthy aura, the pent-up desires for wine, women, wealth, and anxiety that those big shots had accumulated over the years were absorbed by the pool water like black smoke.

Meanwhile, the tiny, invisible mycelia at the bottom of the pool are greedily devouring this negative energy and then converting it into pure bioelectricity, which is then fed back to these people.

It's a win-win deal.

The "leeks" gained health, the "mother" gained food, and Wang Minyu... gained money and influence.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from one corner of the pool.

"What's wrong? My stomach! What's wrong with my stomach?"

A wealthy man, weighing at least 200 pounds, was pointing in horror at his stomach.

His stomach was undulating like waves.

"Don't panic!" Tu Jinshan, acting as the "support child," immediately swam over. "Mr. Zhang! This is a good thing! Your fat is exercising! It's burning!"

"Burning?" Mr. Zhang was sweating profusely. "Why do I feel like they...have their own thoughts?"

Wang Minyu activated his [Aura Observation Technique] and took a look.

Good guy.

Because Mr. Zhang's body fat percentage was too high, the mycelium used his body fat as high-quality fuel and carried out high-intensity metabolic decomposition.

Simply put, the fat cells in his stomach are having a "party".

"Su Qing, turn up the power of that 'Depressing Song' a bit," Wang Minyu said into the walkie-talkie. "President Zhang's fat is too excited; we need to calm it down."

A few seconds later, that melancholic folk song started playing from the speakers.

The ripples in Mr. Zhang's stomach gradually subsided. He let out a long breath, leaned against the edge of the pool, and a wise expression appeared on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, how are you feeling?" someone next to him asked.

"Hungry..." Mr. Zhang muttered to himself, "But... I don't want to eat. I just want to... contemplate life."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

On the other side of the pool, Phantom was alone, leaning against a corner.

Her eyes were closed, and most of her body was submerged in water.

Unseen by ordinary people underwater, countless pink mycelia are wrapped around her body like tentacles, trying to burrow into her pores.

However, the purple energy within her body formed a protective film, keeping these mycelia out.

The two are engaged in a silent game.

Suddenly, the phantom opened its eyes.

Her pupils instantly turned into eerie vertical pupils, a sign that the symbiote was going out of control.

"Wang Minyu..." she murmured the name, her voice hoarse, "You actually... tamed 'it'?"

She could sense that although the energy in this pool originated from that terrifying "mother body," it had been filtered through a clever mechanism.

That ferocity, filled with a desire to devour, was neutralized, leaving only pure vitality.

This is simply a miracle.

Or rather, this is blasphemy against "God".

Just then, the lights throughout the resort flickered.

The music from the speakers stopped abruptly.

The water in the pool instantly boiled.

The originally pink water surface suddenly became covered with a layer of black mist.

"What happened?"

"An earthquake?"

The bigwigs were in a panic.

Wang Minyu's expression changed.

This is not an earthquake.

This is... the "mother" has awakened.

And he was woken up by something.

"Su Qing! What's going on?"

"Boss! A strong signal source has broken in!" Su Qing's voice was urgent. "Right at the door! It's a mobile signal tower! Its frequency resonates perfectly with that thing underground!"

Wang Minyu suddenly looked up towards the gate.

A black SUV crashed through the guardrail and into the resort.

On the roof of the vehicle was a huge device that looked like a radar.

At the top of the device, a red crystal was flashing wildly.

The car stopped.

A man wearing a white trench coat jumped down.

He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a thick book in his hand.

Behind him followed two tall, expressionless... cyborgs.

Good evening, everyone.

The man pushed up his glasses, and his voice carried throughout the room through the loudspeaker.

"I am Zhao Wuji, the executive director of Peak Biotech. I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment."

He pointed to the boiling pool.

"However, I want to inform everyone of something. The items in this pool are our company's 'lost property.' Now, we are going to retrieve them."

"In addition," Zhao Wuji's gaze pierced through the crowd and precisely locked onto Wang Minyu, who was standing on the second floor.

"Dr. Wang, my legal team has drafted a lawsuit regarding your unauthorized possession, use, and sale of our company's core assets. But before that..."

He snapped his fingers.

The two cyborgs suddenly pulled out two heavy weapons that looked like vacuum cleaners from behind their backs and aimed them at the pool.

"We need to carry out... disinfection."

Seeing this, Wang Minyu was not angry at all. Instead, he slowly unscrewed the lid of the teacup and blew away the tea leaves.

"Guanshan".

"exist."

"Looks like the mosquitoes are a bit big tonight."

"It's a bit big, boss." Guan Shan emerged from the shadows, the entrenching tool in his hand gleaming a cold, green light under the streetlamp. "Extra charge to kill it?"

"No need." Wang Minyu took a sip of water. "This mosquito... I want to catch it alive. Perfect timing, that little kid in the pool needs a toy."