If you don't want treatment, get out! This doctor has a terrible temper.

Chapter 30 The Troubles of a Nobody in a Wealthy Family

Wu Hao's "Life Reflection Diary" was submitted sporadically, and the handwriting was so messy it looked like a doctor's prescription.

Wang Minyu occasionally flips through a couple of pages, his annotations so concise they're infuriating: "Was this handwritten?" "Anxiety overflows the page, go run a couple more laps."

Despite the criticism, the effects were undeniable.

The financial elite who once only had eyes for mergers and acquisitions and KPIs now runs to the park every day without fail and turns off his computer to go to sleep at 10:30 pm sharp.

Although the company's performance reportedly declined by two percentage points, his sallow face finally regained some color, and he no longer looked like a zombie who could suddenly die at any moment.

He even began to enjoy those mornings when all he could hear was the wind and his own heartbeat.

When he shifted his attention from "tens of millions in revenue" to trivial matters like "the filling in the steamed buns for breakfast this morning was a bit too salty," the heavy weight that had been pressing on his chest for years inexplicably lightened considerably.

"Dr. Wang, I feel like I've come back to life." Wu Hao sat in the "Truth Chair," which had a built-in micro-current that made his buttocks a little numb, but he spoke with unusual sincerity. "Before, I was just a money-making machine, but now... I want to be a human being."

"Congratulations." Wang Minyu held two walnuts in his hand, his tone calm. "Becoming human again, that's healing."

Wu Hao took out a bank card from his suit's inner pocket and respectfully placed it on the counter: "Medical fee. You said you'd give a discount for good performance, but you must pay the full amount. As for the diary..."

Wang Minyu glanced at the card but didn't reach for it: "No need for a discount, I'll take it at the original price. Your diary is full of typos and illogical nonsense, so you really don't deserve a discount."

Wu Hao: "..."

I felt better after being scolded.

These days, besides this guy, there's practically no doctor who dares to openly criticize their sugar daddy.

After seeing off this ambitious young man, the wooden door with the copper bell hanging on it in the shop was pushed open a crack again.

The woman who came in this time was a young woman who had wrapped herself up like a spy.

Huge sunglasses covered most of his face, and he wore a limited-edition Chanel suit, yet he exuded a sense of unease, as if he wanted to shrink into a crack in the ground.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, who were hiding behind the counter organizing medicinal herbs, exchanged a glance and quickly gave each other a look.

These past few days, the two of them have been following Wang Minyu around collecting scrap and guarding the gate. They haven't learned any other skills, but they have certainly developed a knack for "judging people by their appearance."

"Senior, this live specimen is quite good." Zhao Na lowered her voice, almost snapping a handful of astragalus in her hand. "Although she's dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, the way she walks... her head is practically buried in her chest, a typical sign of a lack of confidence. Her nails are bare and rough at the edges, caused by long-term biting, which is a sign of extreme anxiety."

Li Siyuan pushed up his glasses and squinted. "More than that. Look at her skin, it's yellowish-white, not the healthy kind, but the kind of deathly pale that comes from years of lack of sunlight. Her lips are bloodless, she's deficient in both blood and energy. Most importantly, the smell..." He sniffed, "Chanel No. 5 mixed with a hint of Lysol, she just came from the hospital."

"Psychiatry?" Zhao Na guessed.

"pretty close."

As the two were whispering to each other, the woman had already moved to the counter.

She didn't even dare to look up to see who was sitting inside, her voice barely audible: "Excuse me... is Dr. Wang here?"

"Here." Wang Minyu looked up, but before his gaze could land on her, the system panel was already right in front of him.

Patient: Shen Jia, 26 years old.

[Identity: Illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Shen family.]

[Symptoms: Severe social anxiety disorder, accompanied by mild depression.]

[Etiology: Lack of love in childhood, long-term marginalization within the family, suffering from emotional abuse, and extremely low self-esteem.]

[Pathogenesis Analysis: Liver Qi stagnation, prolonged stagnation transforms into fire and injures Yin, leading to deficiency of both the heart and spleen. Long-term suppression results in obstructed Qi flow and may even cause somatization symptoms.]

"That's me. Where do you feel unwell?" Wang Minyu asked.

"I...I always feel anxious and my hands shake." Shen Jia subconsciously hid her hands in her sleeves, her voice trembling. "I'm afraid to go out, afraid to see people, and even afraid to answer the phone. I've seen so many psychologists and taken handfuls of medication. They say I have...social anxiety."

"Hmm." Wang Minyu nodded, and without even taking your pulse, he said directly, "Your illness isn't in your brain, it's in your heart. You feel like you're a superfluous person, unworthy of this glamorous world, so you desperately try to hide yourself, hoping no one can see you."

Shen Jia froze, abruptly raising her head. Her eyes, behind her sunglasses, widened in shock as she stared intently at the young doctor she was meeting for the first time.

How did he know?

She didn't even dare to say these words to her therapist, but only dared to chew on them over and over again in the dead of night under the covers.

"I've lived in the shadow of other people's opinions since I was little, and I felt like I was invisible. Doing well was expected, and doing wrong was shameful." Wang Minyu said calmly, as if he were reading a pre-written medical record. "So you got used to being an ostrich, thinking that as long as you buried your head in the sand, you wouldn't get hurt or be judged."

A tear slid down unexpectedly, seeping from the edge of the sunglasses and leaving a tear stain on the expensive foundation.

Shen Jia took off her sunglasses with trembling hands, revealing a delicate but pale face that was almost transparent.

That's a pathological condition resulting from prolonged lack of sunlight and long-term self-isolation.

"Then... what should I do? Is there any hope for me?" Her voice choked with sobs, carrying the last glimmer of hope after despair.

"There's hope, and it's not difficult." Wang Minyu opened the drawer, but instead of taking out a prescription, he pulled out a piece of white paper, wrote a few words on it, and slapped it on the table.

"Starting tomorrow, go to People's Park at seven o'clock every morning."

Shen Jia was stunned: "Going to the park... for a run?"

"Don't run." Wang Minyu pointed to the paper. "Find the busiest bench and sit down. You're not allowed to do anything: look at your phone, wear sunglasses, read, or talk to anyone. Just sit there until noon."

"Sit...sit?" Shen Jia thought she had misheard, her eyes filled with fear.

Making someone with social anxiety sit in a crowd for five hours is no different from stripping her naked and throwing her into the street.

"Yes, you have to sit down." Wang Minyu leaned forward, his eyes fixed on her. "No matter who looks at you, no matter who talks about you, you have to endure it. You have to feel the sun on your face, listen to the aunties gossiping, listen to the children crying. Most importantly, you have to feel the gazes directed at you."

"I...I can't...I'll die..." Shen Jia's face turned pale, and she retreated repeatedly, as if she wanted to run away.

"You won't die," Wang Minyu interrupted coldly. "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid people will laugh at you for being an idiot? Are you afraid people will find out you're an illegitimate child? Or are you afraid people will see through your inferiority complex?"

Shen Jia was hit where it hurt, her lips trembled, and she couldn't speak.

"You think too highly of yourself," Wang Minyu added mercilessly. "You think the whole world is watching you? Actually, nobody cares about you. Everyone's busy. Some are busy taking care of their grandchildren, some are busy having affairs, and some are busy saving for their funerals. In their eyes, you're just a roadside stone block, at most someone might glance at you and think you're pretty clean. All your fears are just a spotlight you've imagined."

He pushed the paper forward: "Go ahead. When you can sit there calmly without feeling those gazes like needles, you'll be cured."

"How long...how long will this take?"

"It depends on when you come to your senses." Wang Minyu picked up his teacup again. "The consultation fee is one thousand. You can pay me back if you're cured, otherwise consider it a one thousand yuan park entrance fee from me."

Shen Jia clutched the thin piece of paper, her knuckles turning white. She felt as if she hadn't come to see a doctor, but to be tortured. Yet, within this torture, there seemed to be only one way out.

Watching Shen Jia leave dejectedly, Zhao Na couldn't help but lean over and say, "Senior, that's too cruel! This is social anxiety, it can really kill you! Dr. Wang is making her a monkey!"

"This is called desensitization therapy, although it's a bit unconventional." Li Siyuan pushed up his glasses, his expression complicated. "You need a mental cure for your inner demons. If you don't confront that fear, you'll always be a mouse. Dr. Wang is basically dragging her out of her hole to bask in the sun."

"What about us?" Zhao Na suddenly asked. "We collect scrap here every day, shouldn't we go and dry it too?"

Li Siyuan was taken aback, then smiled, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Dr. Wang didn't allow us to go, but we have our own legs. It's good to go and see her, and also to see ourselves."

The next morning, at People's Park.

A strange sight appeared on the bench.

Shen Jia, dressed in that expensive suit but without sunglasses, huddled in the corner of the bench like a frightened quail.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, staring at her toes, not daring to move.

The elderly people doing their morning exercises around her would occasionally cast curious glances at her, and every time someone looked at her, she would flinch as if she had been electrocuted.

On the lawn not far away, two young men sat cross-legged, pretending to read several newspapers, but their eyes kept drifting towards the bench.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling their bodies.

Some are being tortured, some are watching from the sidelines, and some are healing themselves.

This is the prescription offered by Renxin Pharmacy: Crush the days into pieces and swallow them whole.