Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! - Chapter 483: Are You Sure This Is Not Baiting?

“Dr. Chen, help her find a way out. I don’t want to see such a great doctor lose her will.”

“Consider forensic science,” someone suggested in the chat. “No doctor-patient conflicts there!”

“After graduation, I’m switching paths! Pathology or the lab, anything to avoid direct patient interaction.”

“There’s a joke online that hospitals should have security checkpoints!”

“This isn’t just a farce anymore. This is attempted murder!”

“Those who serve the public shouldn’t be discouraged by hardship.”

“Studying medicine won’t save society!”

It was understandable to be angry at the patient’s ingratitude.

The cost of the patient’s treatment wasn’t [You can’t blame society when you’re tiredps issue.

After all, if he hadn’t been drained, [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] wouldn’t have been paying for his treatment out of pocket.

The patient would have even been dead before this online consultation if not for [You can’t blame society when you’re tired],

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired], privileged by wealth, couldn’t fathom such resentment.

Even with vast resources, she wasn’t obligated to fund a stranger’s treatment. But she did, and with no regrets.

The vast majority of viewers simply wanted to see [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] safe.

“There might be a solution,” Chen Yu offered, a hint of bitterness in his smile.

“Tell me first, Dr. Chen,” she urged, a flicker of hope rekindling in her tired eyes. “I’ll decide if I agree afterwards.”

The viewers hung on to Chen Yu’s next words.

“This method involves luring the snake out of its hole, closing the door to catch the thief, and pulling the firewood from under the cauldron,” Chen Yu explained cryptically.

Confusion filled the chat.

Was this a solution or a lesson for his chat? Teaching them the art of war?

“Dr. Chen, aren’t you talking about the art of war?” a bewildered [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] asked. “Isn’t that for battles?”

“Exactly,” Chen Yu confirmed. “To solve this perfectly, we need the art of war.” “Patience, my dear patient,” Chen Yu soothed. “Let me finish.”

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired] listened intently.

“Let’s say you buy this special gallbladder cancer medicine from me at your own expense,” Chen Yu continued. “The patient will recover completely after taking it. But whether you tell him the truth or not, he’ll eventually find out.” “And when he does, a storm of negativity will engulf him. ‘I want to kill you!’ he’ll think. Unless you resign and disappear, this won’t be over.”

“But the world isn’t black and white. Since you’ve come to me, I’ll help you find a win-win situation.”

If this were in the past, Chen Yu would’ve advised [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] to use their family’s influence to lock the patient away.

But that’s not an option now.

“Here’s the plan,” Chen Yu continued. “After I go offline, a delivery person will bring you the special medicine. Give it to the patient directly.”

He paused, building suspense. The viewers leaned in, eager to hear the next step.

“Tell him the truth,” Chen Yu said. “But don’t elaborate. Just say the medicine will cure him in three days and cost only 100,000 yuan.”

“His anger will reach a boiling point,” Chen Yu predicted. “He will distrust the hospital staff, convinced you’re all incompetent. Why wouldn’t you use this miracle cure earlier if it existed?”

“All your good deeds will be forgotten. He’ll be consumed by the desire to kill you and vent his rage.”

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s heart sank further.

The advice from senior doctors echoed in her ears: maintain distance from patients.

They warned against emotional investment. A doctor’s duty was to treat, not befriend.

Sometimes, illnesses were incurable, leading to self-blame and heartache for the attending physician.

Thus, maintaining professional boundaries was crucial.

Chen Yu’s chilling narration continued on the other side of the connection.

“By day three, the patient’s health markers will return to normal,” he explained.

“Hospital tests will confirm his gallbladder cancer is gone. However, that same evening, after the tests, he’ll be planning your demise.”

“We’ve lured the snake out of its hole,” Chen Yu said. “Now, it’s time to close the door and catch the thief.”

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired] couldn’t help but ask, “What’s this ‘closing the door and catching the thief’ mean?”

“You’ll be on night shift duty that day,” Chen Yu explained. “Around 11:30 pm, the patient will sneak into your on-call room, armed with a watermelon knife.” Chen Yu mimicked a chopping motion with his hand.

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired] gasped, a jolt of terror coursing through her.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Don’t panic,” Chen Yu reassured her. “He won’t attack immediately.”

“First, he’ll talk smack about you. He’ll call the hospital a money-grubbing machine and accuse you of being a quack.”

“This will go on for about three minutes,” he continued.

“Wait until he threatens to ‘hack you to death, quack,”‘ Chen Yu instructed coolly. “That’s when you yell for help immediately.”

“Then, the trap will be sprung.”

Confusion clouded the chat, mirroring [You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s bewilderment.

The whole scenario sounded unsettling but changed at the last moment…

Isn’t this baiting?

“Wait,” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired]stammered, “What trap?”

“The hospital security guards, of course,” Chen Yu replied.

A playful smile spread across his face. “After we end the stream, a large group of male doctors and nurses will volunteer to escort you home. At least thirty of them.”

“And three days later,” he added, “that number will double to over a hundred.”

[You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That many?”

“Remember, you come from a wealthy family,” Chen Yu reminded her with a smile. “There’s a whole group of guys who secretly admire you—a strengthened group, in fact. Most wouldn’t dare confess because they feel intimidated by you.”

“But now,” he concluded, “with a chance to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, who would resist?”