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

Chapter 61 Withdrawal Reactions and Hoeing Therapy

The next day, the sky over Changxiang City was gloomy, like a black pot overturned overhead.

Renxin Pharmacy was closed. A notice was posted on the roller shutter door: "[Undergoing internal renovations, temporarily closed. For emergency cases, please knock (knocking fee 500)]".

Even so, a row of people were still squatting at the entrance.

They weren't buying tea; they were the parents of the children who were rescued yesterday.

They all looked gloomy and dejected, like wilted eggplants.

Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, twirling the pair of walnuts in his hands, listening to the sighs that rose and fell outside.

"Master, should we let them in?" Li Siyuan peeked through the crack in the door, feeling a little sorry for them. "That chubby boy's mother has been crying at the door for half an hour."

"What's the use of crying? Will crying bring back the receptors in your brain?" Wang Minyu sneered, but still waved his hand. "Open the door. If you don't, Zhao Weiguo will accuse me of disturbing the peace again."

The roller shutter door was pulled open with a whoosh.

Parents flocked in, each holding a child in their arms.

The children, who were as wild as wild beasts last night, are completely different today.

They all hung their heads, their eyes vacant, like puppets who had lost their souls.

Some huddled in corners trembling, some bit their fingernails and drooled, and some lay on the ground, ignoring all calls.

"Dr. Wang! Please take a look at my little one!" The chubby boy's mother rushed over. "He's been like this ever since he vomited yesterday. He won't eat or drink, and he doesn't talk. It's like...like he's lost his mind!"

"Yes, Dr. Wang, my daughter is the same. She just said that life is meaningless and she wanted to jump off a building!"

Wang Minyu glanced around.

[Group diagnosis: Central neurotransmitter depletion. Dopamine receptor downregulation. Severe depressive state.]

This was within his expectations. The potent stimulant, "Zhuangyuan Wan," had depleted the children's happiness allowance for the next few months. Now that the effects of the drug had worn off, their brains had entered an extreme "wise man's mode," and it was normal for them to feel hopeless about life.

"A normal reaction." Wang Minyu poured himself a cup of tea. "It's like you maxed out your credit card, and now it's payment due. The bank is coming to collect. How can you feel good?"

"Then... how long will it take to pay off this debt?" the parents asked anxiously.

"It depends on your constitution. It could take anywhere from half a month to half a year." Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "Western doctors will prescribe antidepressants, but that's just robbing Peter to pay Paul. I don't prescribe medication."

"How can it be treated without medication?"

"To cure this disease, we need to use 'traditional' methods." Wang Minyu stood up and kicked out a bundle of brand-new hoes and shovels from under the counter. "Guan Shan, take them to the backyard."

The entire room fell silent.

The parents looked at the farm tools still covered in rust-preventing oil and thought they had misheard.

"What are you doing in the backyard?"

"Farming," Wang Minyu said succinctly.

Ten minutes later, a strange scene appeared in the backyard of Renxin Pharmacy.

More than twenty students, whose skin was delicate and who usually found even their schoolbags too heavy, had hoes stuffed into their hands.

Guan Shan stood by like a supervisor, holding a sugarcane in his hand, munching on it while giving instructions.

"Listen up, everyone!" Guan Shan's booming voice made the leaves tremble. "See this patch of land? It has to be tilled today! If it's not finished, there's no food!"

"I'm not doing this!" A young man with dyed yellow hair threw down his hoe. "I'm here for treatment, not to do hard labor! I want to go home and play on my phone!"

He turned around and tried to run away.

Guan Shan didn't move; he simply stuck the half-eaten sugarcane into the ground.

The sugarcane was submerged half a foot deep in the soil.

Huang Mao's calf cramped up, and he silently picked up the hoe.

"Dr. Wang, is this...is this really going to work?" The chubby boy's mother stood in the corridor, watching her son clumsily swing the hoe, tears streaming down her face. "He's never even washed a dish in his life."

Wang Minyu leaned against a pillar, looking at the group of "little leeks": "It's precisely because they've never done it before that they have to do it. Their brains are no longer sensitive to pleasure; low-level stimuli like playing on their phones or eating fried chicken are no longer effective. Only through high-intensity physical exertion, forcing the brain to secrete endorphins, can the reward mechanism be re-established."

"Moreover," Wang Minyu pointed to the ground beneath his feet, "Traditional Chinese medicine says that 'the spleen governs the muscles, and earth nourishes the body.' These children sit in air-conditioned rooms every day, their feet never touching the ground, and their yang energy has long been depleted. Letting them connect with the earth is better than taking any tonic."

Actually, there was another reason he didn't mention: the "basic herb field" rewarded by the system had been expanded, and it was too tiring for him to till the land alone. Free labor was free, so why not take advantage of it?

Half an hour later, the backyard was filled with cries of agony.

An hour later, the complaints turned into heavy breathing.

Two hours later, the miracle happened.

The girl who originally intended to jump off the building actually regained some color in her face after struggling to dig out a large rock.

She wiped away her sweat, looked at the stone, and a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes.

The chubby boy who hadn't been eating or drinking suddenly had a rumbling stomach.

"Hungry..." The chubby boy plopped down on the ground. "Mom, I want to eat steamed buns, three of them."

Standing to the side, Su Qing adjusted her glasses, her notebook scribbling rapidly: "Dopamine levels are starting to rise, and endorphin secretion is increasing. Boss, this is much gentler than electroconvulsive therapy."

"That's right." Wang Minyu glanced at the system panel; his emotional value was slowly rising.

[Gained 500 "A Glimmer of Hope After Despair" mood points]

[Gain 300 points of "Post-Labor Hunger" mood value]

"That's about it." Wang Minyu clapped his hands. "Siyuan, go and boil the leftover dregs from yesterday. Make one bowl for each of them. Tell them it's 'Strength Soup,' and that it will build muscle."

Li Siyuan's lips twitched: "Master, that's clearly Isatis root with a little licorice added..."

"I said it's super-effective, so it is super-effective." Wang Minyu glared at him. "Don't you understand the placebo effect? ​​Go on now."

That noon, in the backyard of Renxin Pharmacy, a group of children who were usually extremely picky eaters were wolfing down their food, eating salted vegetables and steamed buns from large, rough porcelain bowls.

The parents were happier than if they had won the lottery when they saw this.

Wang Minyu sat on a recliner, watching the group of leeks being "transformed," and thought to himself: Once this batch of land is plowed, I can plant the "Xiaoyao San·Modified" reward from the system.

This medicine is specifically for treating depression, and when combined with the sweat of these children, the therapeutic effect will definitely double.

"Boss," Guan Shan walked over and pointed outside the door, "there's someone dressed like a peacock looking for you. He says he's an expert from the province."

Wang Minyu squinted.

Zhao Dezhu has fallen, but the power behind Kangmei remains. Having dealt with the younger generation, the older ones finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Let him in." Wang Minyu picked up his teacup. "Perfect timing, time for some post-dinner exercise."