Five minutes later, Tao Wu ca 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 slly!"
He cursed inwardly, filled with sympathy for his boss, Tao Pinggui.
Just slling it for a few seconds was unbearable for him, yet his boss had to eat it, that agony...
"Mister Mo, the Chinese dicine has almost finished brewing and can be taken at any ti."
At this mont, Gui Ruyun reported as she walked out from the back door of the pharmacy, and upon entering, she instantly slled a foul odor, "What’s that sll? 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 slly here; you don’t have to stay, let soone 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 dical hall dragged over a trolley, on which rested a ceramic jar with a diater of fifty centiters.
The air was filled with a bitter herbal sll from the ceramic jar, which alone felt bitterly unbearable to sll.
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 dicine. Repeat this process until all the night soil has been eaten and the dicine drunk, and then I will give you an acupuncture treatnt. Your ailnt should be almost cured after that."
A mouthful of night soil, a mouthful of Chinese herbal dicine? And all of it to be finished? Are you trying to kill ?
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 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 mont, Gui Nongsang added, "Ti waits for no one, Chairman Tao, you better hurry."
Tao Pinggui hesitated for a mont 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 so, 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 movent 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 imdiately.
"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 dicine, we cannot waste any more, or all your previous suffering will have been for nothing," said Mo Han.
Just at that mont, 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 dicine to gulp down a mouthful.
Everyone very tactfully stepped back a few paces. There was no choice—it was too slly and visually disturbing.
Mo Han did the sa, 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 nurous obstacles for Mo Han in the past, and he even sched with Sun Liehu from the nghu 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 excrent, 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 dicinal soup, Tao Pinggui felt his tongue go numb, and the taste of Chinese dicine filled his mouth.
But at the mont 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 dicine 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 dicine.
Within less than five minutes, the night soil in the wooden barrel was completely gone, and over half of the Chinese herbal dicine in the ceramic jar had been consud, nearly reaching the bottom.
Tao Pinggui felt his mouth had gone numb, but the ulcerated area down below seed much better.
He looked up at Mister Wu and said, "There’s a little bit of the dicinal soup left, go to the toilet and get so more. I need to take it in combination."
Mister Wu felt awkward; was this person getting addicted to eating his excrent?
Luckily, at that mont, Mo Han spoke up, "That’s enough, I’ll give you the acupuncture now."
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