Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 593: Addicted to It?_1

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Addicted to It?_1

Five minutes later, Tao Wu came over, carrying a wooden basin, holding his breath and suppressing the urge to vomit.

With a thud, he put the basin down and then turned around to take deep breaths of fresh air.

"Fuck! It’s so damn smelly!"

He cursed inwardly, filled with sympathy for his boss, Tao Pinggui.

Just smelling it for a few seconds was unbearable for him, yet his boss had to eat it, that agony...

"Mister Mo, the Chinese medicine has almost finished brewing and can be taken at any time."

At this moment, Gui Ruyun reported as she walked out from the back door of the pharmacy, and upon entering, she instantly smelled a foul odor, "What’s that smell? It’s so foul..."

Tao Pinggui’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he looked at the wooden barrel with a complex expression.

If possible, he wished he could kick the barrel over, dust himself off, and leave, but then he thought of his illness...

"Ru Yun, it’s smelly here; you don’t have to stay, let someone else bring over the herbal soup," said Mo Han, gesturing with his hand. "Oh, and prepare a few more bowls."

"Okay."

Gui Ruyun did not insist. She nodded and agreed.

It was indeed too foul; she felt nauseous even just breathing.

Not long after, two apprentices from the medical hall dragged over a trolley, on which rested a ceramic jar with a diameter of fifty centimeters.

The air was filled with a bitter herbal smell from the ceramic jar, which alone felt bitterly unbearable to smell.

Resigned to his fate, Tao Pinggui asked, "Mister Mo, how do I take this?"

Mo Han spoke indifferently, "It’s simple. First eat a mouthful of Mister Wu’s night soil, then take a sip of the medicine. Repeat this process until all the night soil has been eaten and the medicine drunk, and then I will give you an acupuncture treatment. Your ailment should be almost cured after that."

A mouthful of night soil, a mouthful of Chinese herbal medicine? And all of it to be finished? Are you trying to kill me?

Tao Pinggui was close to tears, "Mister Mo, can I take less? A quarter, no, can I only have a third instead?"

"Are you trying to teach me how to do my job?"

Mo Han chuckled coldly, "Either drink it all, or wait for that part of your body to rot and spread to the rest of your body!"

At that moment, Gui Nongsang added, "Time waits for no one, Chairman Tao, you better hurry."

Tao Pinggui hesitated for a moment then finally sighed deeply and gave up struggling, "Fine, I’ll eat, I’ll eat it all."

He walked slowly to the front of the barrel, pinched his nose, took a wooden spoon from Tao Wu’s hand, scooped up some, and then quickly stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it down his throat, and into his stomach.

"Oh wu..."

But unfortunately, he had underestimated the potency of Mister Wu’s bowel leftovers. Mister Wu’s gastrointestinal health was poor to begin with, compounded by a lack of personal hygiene and failing to have a bowel movement for four or five days, the night soil’s lethality was unimaginably fierce.

Just one mouthful made Tao Pinggui’s stomach churn like a stormy sea, and he vomited immediately.

"Chairman Tao, hang in there!"

Mo Han feigned seriousness, "For your illness, you must endure!"

Tao Wu nodded along, raising his right hand, "Go for it! Mister Tao, go for it! You can do it!"

Go for it, my ass! Can do it, my ass!

Tao Pinggui glared at Tao Wu, not willing to try again even if it killed him.

"Chairman Tao, this night soil is a very precious catalyst for the medicine, we cannot waste any more, or all your previous suffering will have been for nothing," said Mo Han.

Just at that moment, Mo Han’s voice reached his ears.

Right!

If I gave up now, wouldn’t all the previous suffering and the ten billion paid to Mo Han have been wasted?

More importantly, I would still have to undergo surgery to cut away the part on my body.

Thinking this, Tao Pinggui took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to vomit again, scooped another spoonful, swallowed it, and then grabbed the cooled, brown herbal medicine to gulp down a mouthful.

Everyone very tactfully stepped back a few paces. There was no choice—it was too smelly and visually disturbing.

Mo Han did the same, pinching his nose from afar, the corners of his mouth turning slightly upward.

In fact, Tao Pinggui’s illness was entirely concocted by Mo Han himself. To cure him, it would only take a single silver needle.

But Tao Pinggui had been too arrogant, setting up numerous obstacles for Mo Han in the past, and he even schemed with Sun Liehu from the Menghu Gang to harm Mo Han at the Spring Breeze Restaurant. How could Mo Han be content without teaching him a lesson?

"Oh..."

The cleaning lady could no longer bear it; she was supposed to be off work by now, but out of curiosity about whether rich people really ate shit, she had stayed behind.

When she saw Tao Pinggui actually eating shit, she couldn’t hold back anymore and started vomiting against the wall.

Mister Wu hadn’t left either; he was still waiting for Mo Han to pay him a thousand-yuan red envelope. Watching Tao Pinggui eat his own excrement, he felt a strange mix of pride, joy, and confusion...

Old Master Gui Nongsang, with his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly and murmured to himself, "Tao Pinggui, oh Tao Pinggui, why on earth did you provoke Mister Mo? You’re just making trouble for yourself..."

After taking a mouthful of the medicinal soup, Tao Pinggui felt his tongue go numb, and the taste of Chinese medicine filled his mouth.

But at the moment he drank it, he suddenly felt a cool, refreshing sensation slowly moisturizing the affected area below.

The pain and itchiness at that part significantly subsided.

It worked! It really worked!

Hope sparkled in Tao Pinggui’s eyes, and he felt less repulsed by the wooden barrel of night soil on his left and the ceramic jar of herbal medicine on his right.

Without needing a reminder from Mo Han, he quickly picked up the wooden spoon again to eat a spoonful of night soil followed by a bowl of herbal medicine.

Within less than five minutes, the night soil in the wooden barrel was completely gone, and over half of the Chinese herbal medicine in the ceramic jar had been consumed, nearly reaching the bottom.

Tao Pinggui felt his mouth had gone numb, but the ulcerated area down below seemed much better.

He looked up at Mister Wu and said, "There’s a little bit of the medicinal soup left, go to the toilet and get some more. I need to take it in combination."

Mister Wu felt awkward; was this person getting addicted to eating his excrement?

Luckily, at that moment, Mo Han spoke up, "That’s enough, I’ll give you the acupuncture now."