FWF Chapter 145 Dying once would be enough
Chapter 145 Dying once would be enough
Old man Chen Jianjun passed away, but he left with a smile.
That morning, the sun was shining brightly.
He did not return for further medical treatment, but instead sent a banner through his grandson.
The velvet on the banner was a bit old, but the lettering was freshly embroidered, and the gold thread shone brightly in the sunlight.
There were no clichéd phrases like "miraculous healers" or "Hua Tuo reborn" written on it; only eight characters were embroidered on it—
"Thirty years have passed in a dream, life is worth living."
When Wang Minyu accepted the banner, his finger lingered on the word "dream" for two seconds.
He turned around, found a hammer, and hung the banner in the most conspicuous place in the store, right next to the imposing banner that read "Cure Pretentious People".
On the left and right, one side represents the doctor's pride, and the other represents the healer's compassion.
The recipe for "Meng Po Soup" was locked away on the very day he put it in the bottom of a 300-pound safe.
He knew very well that this thing that could manipulate memories had long since gone beyond the scope of "medicine".
Used well, it is compassion; used poorly, it is a poison that manipulates the soul.
But his experiences over the past few days, especially the domineering energy displayed by that "energy-devouring spore," have shown him an unprecedented possibility.
A crazy idea grew wildly in his mind like weeds.
The atmosphere in the clinic was somewhat oppressive that morning.
A special patient arrived. He didn't walk in, or even come in a wheelchair; instead, he was carefully carried in on a stretcher by four bodyguards in black.
The patient's name is Li Yang, 34 years old, a well-known tech upstart in Changxiang City, and the CEO of a listed company.
Six months ago, he was still that confident and ambitious young talent who pointed out the big picture at press conferences.
But at this moment, lying on the stretcher, he was so thin that he looked unrecognizable, with high cheekbones and sunken eyes.
His muscles had atrophied all over his body, and he looked like a dried-up corpse.
Apart from his eyes, which could still move with difficulty, he couldn't move even a single finger.
A fly landed on the tip of his nose, and he could only blink desperately, but there was nothing he could do.
"Dr. Wang...please, please save my husband!"
Li Yang's wife, a woman who was originally dressed elegantly, now had disheveled hair and her makeup ruined from crying.
She knelt down in front of Wang Minyu with a thud, her voice hoarse: "He has ALS! It's only been six months since the diagnosis... only six months! And it's already progressed to total paralysis. Experts from Peking Union Medical College Hospital have seen him, and experts from the United States have also seen him, and they all say... they all say he has at most three months to live."
ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease.
This is a Damocles' sword hanging over modern medicine, known as the "King of Incurable Diseases".
The motor neurons in the patient's brain and spinal cord will progressively degenerate, the body's muscles will gradually stop working, and eventually even the respiratory muscles will stop functioning.
The cruelest part is that the patient remains conscious throughout the entire process.
They were like people trapped in a shrinking concrete box, watching themselves die bit by bit with growing awareness.
Wang Minyu didn't speak, but walked to the stretcher, narrowed his eyes, and activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
The system's field of vision expanded instantly.
In Wang Minyu's eyes, Li Yang was no longer a person, but a colorful aura.
However, at this moment, this aura was tightly bound by a dense, deathly gray mist.
That represents "decline" and "death".
His motor neurons were like circuits with blown fuses, having lost all their luster, and the broken ends even emitted a charred smell.
This is a body that is "dying," and the system has even issued a red warning that it is "irreversible."
The air around him seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, awaiting the verdict.
Li Siyuan leaned closer, glanced at the patient, and asked in a low voice, his face pale, "Master, can this... can this really be cured? The textbooks say it's incurable."
Wang Minyu withdrew his gaze, his eyes eerily calm.
"cannot."
Those two simple words struck Li Yang's wife like a heavy hammer blow to her heart.
Her body swayed suddenly, her vision went black, and she almost fainted.
On the stretcher, Li Yang's eyes, which had just held a glimmer of hope, instantly dimmed, revealing a heartbreaking stillness.
"The conventional methods simply won't work."
Wang Minyu suddenly changed the subject, his voice, though not loud, clearly reaching everyone's ears, "But, we can try... something unconventional."
Li Yang's wife suddenly looked up, a fire rekindling in her eyes: "What...what unconventional method? I'll pay any price to save him! I'd renovate this pharmacy ten times over!"
"This isn't about money."
Wang Minyu crouched down, looked directly into Li Yang's unclosed eyes, and said, word by word, "Mr. Li, your body right now is like a computer whose hardware is constantly breaking down and whose system is full of viruses. What modern medicine wants to do is repair the hardware, but that's too slow; it can't keep up with the speed at which you die."
"So, I have a crazy plan." Wang Minyu's eyes deepened, even revealing a hint of madness. "We can't repair the hardware, but we can try... to give your system a complete 'format' and 'reboot'."
"Re...restart?" Li Yang's wife repeated the word blankly.
"What I mean is," Wang Minyu stood up, looking down at them, "that he... should 'die' once first."
"Die once?!"
This time, not only the family members, but also Su Qing and Li Siyuan standing nearby exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes." Wang Minyu said indifferently, as if he were talking about something commonplace. "I will use a highly toxic medium to instantly drain all the energy from his body, putting his body into a state of absolute 'suspended animation.' In this state, all life activities will be reduced to a minimum, and the immune cells and inflammatory factors that are frantically attacking his neurons will also stop working because they have lost their target."
"Then, at that critical point, I will use another extreme method to forcibly 'awaken' him. This process is like a computer's 'safe mode.' Although it can't make the atrophied muscles grow back immediately, it can clear the 'junk' in the system to the greatest extent possible, buying time and space for subsequent treatment."
This theory sounds like pure fantasy, or even murder.
Li Yang's wife trembled all over, her lips quivering, "This...this is too risky! What if...what if she doesn't wake up? That would be..."
"Then he's really dead." Wang Minyu didn't mince words. "If we don't take the risk, he only has three months left, and he'll slowly suffocate in agony. If we take the risk, there might be a glimmer of hope, a chance for him to regain control of his body."
He looked at Li Yang on the hospital bed, his voice low and deep: "The choice is in your hands, Mr. Li. This is the biggest gamble of your life. Do you dare... to entrust your life to me and take the risk?"
On the stretcher, Li Yang stared intently at the ceiling.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
His eyes flickered as he looked at his wife, who was crying her eyes out beside him, a resolute glint in his eyes.
Then, with all the strength he had left, even using every muscle in his face that could still twitch, he blinked hard and slowly...
This was a secret code agreed upon between the couple.
One stroke means "yes".
Even if he were to die, he wanted to die on the front lines, not rot in his bed.
"My husband... he agreed." Li Yang's wife wiped away her tears, stood up, and bowed deeply to Wang Minyu. "Dr. Wang, please."
"Very good." Wang Minyu's lips curled into a smile, the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey. "Su Qing, Guan Shan, clear the area! Prepare for the 'Hall of Rebirth'!"
The so-called "Hall of Rebirth" is actually the "Alchemy Room" in the backyard, which Wang Minyu has modified and equipped with a negative pressure system and a full set of emergency rescue equipment.
Li Yang was carried inside.
The heavy lead door slowly closed, cutting off all light and sound from the outside world.
Wang Minyu dismissed all irrelevant personnel, leaving only Su Qing as his first assistant.
Under the harsh white light of the operating lamp, Wang Minyu opened the specially made biosafety box.
White, frigid air emanated from the spore, revealing the "energy-devouring spore" inside, frozen in liquid nitrogen and resembling the heart of a demon.
Instead of thawing, he had Su Qing operate the laser scalpel and, under a microscope, carefully cut a grain of powder ten times smaller than a grain of sand from the black crystal.
Even with just this little bit, Su Qing's hands were trembling slightly.
She knew how terrifying this thing was; if it got out of control, everyone in the room would die instantly.
Wang Minyu took the microparticle and dissolved it in one milliliter of specially prepared saline solution.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The originally clear and transparent salt water instantly turned into an eerie deep black color.
It doesn't reflect light; it seems to devour light, like a miniature black hole containing the despair of the entire abyss.
"This is... the tears of the 'Abyss'," Wang Minyu murmured to himself.
He took a deep breath, drew the drop of black liquid into the micro-syringe, then located Li Yang's somewhat collapsed vein and slowly pushed it in.
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The monitor's voice, which had been steady, became agitated the moment the liquid entered the body.
My heart rate curve began to fluctuate wildly, like the surface of the sea encountering a storm.
Then, everything came to an abrupt end.
"Beep——————————"
A piercing, long screech instantly filled the entire room.
The green wavy line that represented life turned into a lifeless straight line.
Li Yang's chest stopped rising and falling, and his heartbeat returned to zero.
His body temperature dropped rapidly at a rate that defied the laws of physics, and a thin layer of white frost even formed on his skin.
From a medical perspective, at this very moment, he is... dead.
"Boss!" Su Qing stared at the straight line, cold sweat instantly soaking his back, his voice trembling, "This is too extreme... If CPR isn't started immediately, brain cells will begin to die in five minutes!"
"Don't move." Wang Minyu's voice was as cold as ice. "It's not time yet. The 'formatting' is only halfway done."
He stood there quietly, looking at the monitor and the clock on the wall, like an emotionless sculpture.
Time passed, second by second.
Five minutes... ten minutes... twenty minutes...
Every second felt like an eternity.
The air in the room was so cold it made your bones ache.
Su Qing felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She tried to reach for the defibrillator several times, but was stopped by Wang Minyu's cold gaze.
Half an hour passed.
Li Yang's body was as stiff as a stone, completely devoid of life.
Just when Su Qing was despairing and thought the experiment had completely failed, Wang Minyu suddenly moved.
"Prepare the 'Awakening of Insects' needle."
His voice was hoarse, but his movements were as fast as lightning. He pulled out a silver needle from his needle case, which was entirely crimson and even faintly glowed red.
Those are specially made silver needles that have been soaked in the concentrated juice of the extremely rare "Fiery Ginger" for a full eighty-one days.
The needle itself contains violent yang energy; even a slight touch from it can cause burns to an ordinary person.
Wang Minyu gripped the needle handle, channeling his inner energy into it, and the needle tip even emitted a slight buzzing sound.
He aimed at Li Yang's "Shanzhong" acupoint, the very center of his chest, a vital point that is also the gateway to life, and without hesitation, he thrust it in fiercely!
"Wake up!"
"Sizzle—!!!"
A visible plume of white smoke instantly emerged from the needle's tip. It was the turbulent reaction caused by the collision of extreme cold and extreme heat within the body.
It was like a clap of thunder in spring, echoing across the desolate earth.
next second.
The straight line on the monitor, which had remained perfectly still for half an hour, suddenly... abruptly jumped upwards.
a bit……
There was a two-second pause.
She jumped twice more...
Faster and faster, more and more powerful, like the beating of war drums!
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The monitor's alarm, which had been a long blare signifying "death," had changed into a rapid, rhythmic beat signifying "life."
Li Yang, whose face had been ashen and whose body was covered in frost, suddenly felt his chest heave, as if he were a drowning person bursting out of the water and greedily inhaling his first breath of air.
"Hah—"
That deep, hoarse breath sounded like heavenly music in the silent room.
The frost on his body receded at a visible speed, and a rosy hue spread rapidly throughout his body along his veins. He... had come back to life!
"My God..." Su Qing's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. Looking at the scene before her, she felt as if all the medical knowledge she had learned over the past twenty years had shattered. "This...this is not scientific..."
"The end of medicine is metaphysics, and the end of metaphysics is systems," Wang Minyu muttered to himself.
He pulled out the crimson silver needle, let out a long breath, and only then did he realize that his hand holding the needle was trembling slightly, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.
He knew he had succeeded.
He used the domineering energy absorption properties of the "energy-absorbing spores" to forcibly bring Li Yang's body into a state of suspended animation in an "energy vacuum," completely cleansing the chaotic immune system.
Then, the violent yang energy of "Fiery Ginger" reactivated his heartbeat like a high-voltage electric shock.
This is a high-stakes gamble, like dancing on the edge of a knife.
"Take the patient out." Wang Minyu wiped his sweat, took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and popped it into his mouth to replenish his energy. "Tell his wife that he's very hungry and needs a lot of 'nutrition.' Have Pierre make a 'Golden Melancholy Rice,' with double the amount of meat."
The moment Li Yang was wheeled out of the "Hall of Rebirth," dozens of eyes waiting at the door widened in surprise.
Although Li Yang on the stretcher was still unable to move, the "living dead" who could only communicate with his eyes miraculously raised his little finger slightly.
This tiny action was nothing short of a miracle in everyone's eyes.
Then, facing his wife who was rushing towards him, he managed a weak smile, a smile that was both incredibly difficult and undeniably genuine.
"Wife...I'm hungry..."
These two ambiguous words caused Li Yang's wife to break down in tears, kneeling on the ground and frantically kowtowing in the direction of Wang Minyu.
That night, Renxin Pharmacy's "fake death therapy" spread like wildfire, becoming an open secret in Changxiang City's upper-class circles.
Countless terminally ill patients, whose lives had been declared "death sentence" by modern medicine, began to flock to this dilapidated little pharmacy.
They were willing to go bankrupt just to get a chance to "restart".
Standing at the second-floor window, Wang Minyu looked down at the crowd below, queuing in the cold wind, their eyes filled with anticipation and fervor, and for the first time felt... a heavy pressure.
He looked down at his hands.
He knew that what he possessed was no longer just medical skills.
That was a key... that could manipulate life and death.
This key also placed him completely on the opposite side of all rules.