mijobooks Chapter 89 The Belated Floor Cleaner and the 5-Star Good Citizen
Chapter 89 The Belated Floor Cleaner and the 5-Star Good Citizen
The banquet hall of the five-star hotel now resembled a scene from a large-scale biohazard crisis.
Ma Baoguo—or Master Ma—was slumped in a grand chair, a dark brown liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, his eyes unfocused, and a wheezing sound coming from his throat.
The hundreds of fans in the audience had already gone wild, with vomiting sounds rising and falling, and some even gagging until they bled, leaving the floor a mess.
Guan Shan put down the plastic bucket with the dangerous goods symbol on it and casually grabbed an expensive silk tablecloth from the table to wipe his hands.
Su Qing was packing up the microscope, and while doing so, she carefully put the slide containing the larval sample into her pocket, muttering to herself, "The activity is really good."
Just then, a huge roar came from overhead.
It wasn't an ordinary civilian helicopter, but rather the low-frequency vibrations characteristic of heavy transport aircraft, which made the crystal chandelier sway.
Immediately afterwards, the banquet hall doors were forcibly broken down. With a loud "bang," the two solid wood doors flew straight in, giving the security guards at the door no time to react.
A group of people wearing fully enclosed biochemical protective suits and carrying unidentified spray devices filed in.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without any unnecessary words; as soon as they entered, they began spraying white mist into the air and onto the ground.
The smell was pungent, with a strong odor of disinfectant and some kind of acidic substance.
Then came several men in black trench coats with stern faces.
The leader, wearing frameless glasses and holding a tablet computer, didn't even glance at the half-dead Master Ma on the ground, and walked straight towards Wang Minyu, who was drinking tea.
The elderly people who were screaming earlier were so frightened by the scene that they immediately fell silent and huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
"Dr. Wang," the leader's voice was flat, devoid of emotion, "have you made enough of a scene?"
Wang Minyu put the stainless steel teacup lid on, making a crisp sound.
He didn't even stand up, just raised his eyelids slightly: "Oh, isn't this the relevant department? Pretty quick, you've only just fed me the fish soup and you're already here to clean up the mess?"
"The western suburban reservoir has been sealed off." The man adjusted his glasses. "A five-kilometer radius around it has been designated a military restricted area. Furthermore, all 'ambergris' on the market is being recalled. As for Kangmei Pharmaceutical..."
He paused, glancing at Su Qing not far away: "The samples you provided were very useful; the lab at Peak Bio has been shut down. However, next time something involves public safety, could you at least give us a heads-up? Live-streaming the feeding of feces has a very negative impact."
"That's high-efficiency organic fertilizer," Wang Minyu corrected. "And don't flatter me. I'm just a small pharmacy owner. When I saw someone poisoning the water and even selling the contaminated water to my neighbor, my temper flared up, and I stepped in to help. Is that too much to ask?"
The man's lips twitched slightly.
Heroic act? The report just sent by the technical department shows that the microbial activity in Wang Minyu's bucket of "fish soup" is even more aggressive than the original strain of the S organization. It's just that these people are lucky and have strong stomach acid, otherwise the people crawling on the ground now wouldn't be people, but a bunch of walking petri dishes.
"Whether it's excessive or not, we'll know once we get back and take a statement." The man waved his hand. "Take them away. All those involved, including the victims, are to be taken back for quarantine and observation."
Several fully armed epidemic prevention personnel walked towards Wang Minyu.
Guan Shan took a step forward, his massive body blocking his way like a mountain, the muscles in his arms straining against the sleeves of his suit, making them creak.
"What? Are you going to arrest me?" Wang Minyu patted Guan Shan on the back, signaling him to step back. "I'm a model citizen, a small taxpayer. This kind of inhumane mess is your responsibility. The government has been watching this for a while, hasn't it? Do they only come out to clean up the mess after I flip the table? Fine, this saves you the trouble."
He stood up, stretched, pulled a crumpled A4 sheet of paper from his pocket, and slapped it on the leader's chest.
"What is this?" the man asked, startled.
"The bill." Wang Minyu pointed to the paper. "I really went all out to purify the West Suburbs Reservoir. 800 catties of specially made glutinous rice bait, 30 liters of herb extract, and compensation for my apprentice Guan Shan's emotional distress—he got three mosquito bites while fishing. The total is 1,286,000. Round it down, just give me 1,286,000. I accept bank transfers."
The man held the piece of paper, staring at the handwritten note: "Mosquito bite repair fee: 5,000 yuan," his eyes twitching wildly.
"Dr. Wang, do you know who you're talking to?"
"I know, it's the government." Wang Minyu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "The government would never renege on the people's debts, right? By the way, take that 'pickled cabbage' vat in the backyard, that living dead thing, with you. That stuff uses too much vinegar, I can't afford to keep it."
The man took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing the urge to handcuff the scoundrel in front of him.
But his orders were to "make contact, appease, and cooperate," not to "arrest."
Those old men treasured this strange doctor who could suppress biochemical viruses using traditional Chinese medicine methods.
"The money will be transferred to your account," the man said through gritted teeth. "Now, please leave. This place needs to be thoroughly disinfected."
"Okay." Wang Minyu turned around and called to his apprentices, "Let's go, let's go back to sleep. The air in this five-star hotel is terrible, it smells like insects, nothing like the soothing aroma of medicine in our pharmacy."
The group walked out in a grand procession.
Wang Minyu paused briefly as he passed Master Ma.
Master Ma was being carried onto a stretcher by two epidemic prevention personnel. When he saw Wang Minyu, his eyes were filled with terror.
"Don't be afraid, Master." Wang Minyu bent down and said with a smile, "That sip you drank was the essence. Although the taste was a bit strong, it at least forced out the cold from your body. Go back and drink more mung bean soup. If you have diarrhea for three days and three nights, you'll be fine. Remember, next time don't randomly claim ancestors. There are only leeches in that water, not dragons."
Outside the hotel, there were at least three layers of police tape.
They weren't police officers, but armed police.
In the distance, towards the western suburban reservoir, several huge transport planes were spraying red powder—large doses of pesticides and inhibitors.
"Master, is it over already?" Zhao Na looked back, a little unsatisfied. "I thought we were going to have to fight that S organization for three hundred rounds."
"Great war my ass." Wang Minyu rolled his eyes, took out his car keys from his pocket and tossed them to Guan Shan. "This is the real world, not a Hollywood blockbuster. With such a huge biohazard, once the national machinery starts operating, all those S organizations and B organizations are just chickens and dogs. Do you really expect a few of us with scalpels to save the world? You're dreaming. I just want to go back and see if my mint has grown taller."
He climbed into the car and looked out the window at the busy military vehicles.
"Finally, he's come out." He muttered softly. "If he hadn't come out, I would have made those fish into sashimi and sent it to the director of the health bureau."