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

Chapter 125 The Logistics Manager's Versailles Moment

Zhao Shih-hao is very busy right now.

Since being appointed by Wang Minyu as the "Director of Logistics Department of Renxin Pharmacy (and Chief Farm Experience Officer)," his life has shifted from the glitz and glamour of nightclubs to the fragrant fields.

His red Ferrari, which used to only appear at night, has now become a unique sight in the old street.

Every morning at six o'clock, accompanied by the roar of the V12 engine, Zhao Shih-hao would deliver the "obsessive-compulsive vegetables" personally picked by Old Cai to various high-end restaurants and the mansions of the wealthy.

At first, the purchasing managers of those restaurants thought it was some young master from a wealthy family putting on performance art.

It wasn't until they saw Zhao Shih-hao carefully lift a tomato from the passenger seat, still covered in dew, from a constant-temperature container, and solemnly tell them, "This is 'First Love No. 7,' with a sugar content of 12.5 degrees and an acidity of 3.2. It must be used within three hours, otherwise the flavor will be lost by 0.8%. This is Dr. Wang's medical advice."

The entire catering industry in Changxiang City has gone crazy.

Delivering vegetables in a Ferrari? And they even numbered each tomato?

This isn't delivering vegetables, it's delivering luxury goods!

For a time, "Renxin Vegetables" became a hard currency even harder to obtain than Hermès.

The phone calls to make reservations almost wore out Mr. Liu's old-fashioned landline.

"Manager Zhao, next stop, 'Tianyue Mansion,' Building B, Room 1801, Chairman Lin's residence." Li Siyuan's mechanical voice came from Zhao Shihao's mobile phone navigation.

This was specially arranged by Wang Minyu, euphemistically called "digital logistics management".

The Ferrari executed a beautiful drift and came to a stop in the underground parking garage of "Tianyue Mansion".

The area was filled with Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, but Zhao Shihao's humble Ferrari stood out as the most conspicuous presence.

He carried a canvas bag with the "Renxin Pharmacy" logo on it and took the private elevator.

The person who opened the door was Mr. Lin's nanny.

Seeing Zhao Shihao's attire, the nanny paused for a moment: "Deliverymen get in through connections."

"I'm going to my death." Zhao Shihao shook the canvas bag in his hand, which contained several carrots that looked like ginseng, freshly pulled from the ground.

"Master Zhao is here?" A woman's voice came from the living room. It was Lin Wan, the perfumer whose "phantom olfaction" had been cured by Wang Minyu with chili water last time.

She is now a loyal customer of Renxin Vegetables.

"Where is Chairman Lin?"

"He's in the study, talking to someone." Lin Wan took the canvas bag, sniffed it, and a look of delight appeared on her face. "The top note of this carrot is like grass after the rain, the middle note is a light nutty scent, and the base note has a hint of... earthy sweetness. It's perfect!"

Zhao Shihao was completely confused; all he knew was that this thing was crunchy when eaten raw.

Just as he was about to leave, the study door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a suit and with slicked-back hair came out.

Zhao Shihao was stunned when he saw this man.

The man was stunned when he saw Zhao Shihao.

"dad?"

"Xiao Hao?"

This man was none other than Zhao Shih-hao's business tycoon father, Zhao De-zhu, who constantly pressured him to inherit the family business.

Oh no, now we should call him the former chairman of Kangmei Pharmaceutical.

Since Wang Minyu ruined several projects, Kangmei's stock price has plummeted, and he has been ousted from his position by the board of directors.

"What are you doing here? And dressed like that?" Zhao Dezhu nearly had a heart attack looking at his son's outfit of canvas shoes and a camouflage vest. "I sent you to Europe to study management, and you're here delivering vegetables?"

"I'm cultivating my life skills." Zhao Shih-hao straightened his chest, and the confidence he had developed from working in the fields allowed him to look his father in the eye for the first time. "Besides, I'm not a vegetable deliveryman now, I'm a logistics supervisor."

"Logistics supervisor?" Zhao Dezhu laughed in exasperation. "Driving the Ferrari I bought you, working as a deliveryman for a lousy pharmacy? You've really made something of yourself!"

"That's called a dimensional reduction attack, you wouldn't understand." Zhao Shihao waved his hand, giving him a "you're out of touch with the times" look. "Dad, let me tell you, farming is much more interesting than attending meetings. Do you know how much effort it takes to grow a cabbage from a seed? Do you know how overwhelming the sense of accomplishment is when you watch a carrot sprout from the soil?"

Looking at his son, who seemed to have been brainwashed, Zhao Dezhu felt a wave of dizziness.

"Wang Minyu...it's that Wang Minyu again!" Zhao Dezhu gritted his teeth. "What kind of spell did he cast on you?"

"He didn't force me to drink soup, he just gave me plain water," Zhao Shihao said earnestly. "That was the best water I've ever tasted in my life. Dad, you should go see a doctor too. Your liver fire is too strong; your forehead is even turning black. The 'Resurrecting Stinky Tofu' from Renxin Pharmacy is the cure for this kind of problem."

Zhao Dezhu clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.

His own son not only became an employee of his arch-rival, but also started selling business to him.

"Oh, right, Dad." Zhao Shihao suddenly remembered something and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "This is today's shipping bill. Please sign for it. It's eighty-eight yuan and eighty-eight yuan in total. Company policy dictates that even fathers and sons must keep clear accounts."

Zhao Dezhu looked at the freight bill, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

"Mr. Lin! Call an ambulance!" the nanny screamed.

Lin Wan remained calm. She took out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello, Dr. Wang? You've got business again. This time it's your future father-in-law... oh no, your arch-nemesis, who's fainted. Yes, right here at my house."

……

Half an hour later, at Renxin Pharmacy.

Zhao Dezhu slowly woke up and found himself lying on a hard bed, his nose filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Wang Minyu was sitting next to him, holding a silver needle in his hand and heating it over an alcohol lamp.

"Awake?" Wang Minyu glanced at him. "He was so angry that his blood and qi were out of balance. He almost had a stroke, but he's lucky to be alive."

"It was you... who saved me?" Zhao Dezhu struggled to sit up.

"Don't move." Wang Minyu inserted a silver needle into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. "It was Lin Wan who saved you. She gave you a 'quick-acting heart-saving pill' that I made. Otherwise, you would be on your way to the crematorium by now. I was just responsible for cleaning up the mess."

"Wang Minyu!" Zhao Dezhu looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "What exactly did you do to my son? He wasn't like this before!"

"What was he like before? An empty shell who only knew how to spend money, race cars, and chase girls?" Wang Minyu sneered. "Now I've shown him what labor and responsibility are. You should thank me."

"Thank you? You want him to be your driver, delivering cabbages?"

"That's not cabbage, that's a life-saving medicinal diet. And he's happy now." Wang Minyu pulled out the needle. "Mr. Zhao, how long has it been since you've seen your son's genuine smile?"

Zhao Dezhu remained silent.

Indeed, Zhao Shih-hao in the past was either indulging in extravagant revelry or numb after experiencing emptiness.

He hadn't seen that sparkling, vibrant look in his eyes for many years.

"I don't care," Zhao Dezhu retorted stubbornly. "He must come back to inherit the family business!"

"Inherit what? Inherit your fraudulent business model? Or inherit all your illnesses?" Wang Minyu pointed to Zhao Dezhu's stomach. "Fatty liver, high cholesterol, and two stomach ulcers. Mr. Zhao, if you keep working like this, it's hard to say whether you'll even earn enough to cover your own medical expenses."

He paused, then ladled a bowl of soup from the pot next to him and handed it over.

"Drink it. Old Cai grew these radishes himself, and your son brought them to you personally. This is called 'Father and Son Heart-to-Heart Soup'."

The soup was crystal clear, with only a few slices of white radish floating on top, emitting the purest fragrance.

Looking at the bowl of soup, Zhao Dezhu recalled his son's face, covered in mud yet full of vitality.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The warm broth slid down his throat, seemingly soothing the anxiety and resentment in his heart.

"The consultation fee..." Zhao Dezhu put down his bowl, his voice hoarse.

"Since you're a family member of one of my employees, I'll give you a 20% discount." Wang Minyu tapped the calculator. "The total is 66,000, which sounds like 'six sixes bring good fortune'."

Zhao Dezhu: "..."

He suddenly realized that the tricks he used in the business world were nothing compared to the young man in front of him.

This isn't a doctor; this is clearly a top-notch trader in a white coat.