Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! Chapter 484 – Chapter 484: Chapter 484 No Need For a Royal Title

Chapter 484: Chapter 484 No Need For a Royal Title

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[You can't blame society when you're tired] didn't know why, but she felt a strange discomfort.

The idea of sending the patient to prison sat uneasily with her. After all, she'd poured so much effort into his treatment.

She roughly understood Chen Yu's words about taking drastic measures to arrange for security guards and her male colleagues to hide near the office.

Once she shouted for help before the patient could stab her, the people outside would catch the patient red-handed.

It was indeed a drastic solution, but the patient did plan to stab her with a knife, which was equivalent to murder.

Even if he failed, he would be locked up for at least a few years for attempted murder.

Chen Yu, sensing her hesitation, explained. “I understand this is a tough pill to swallow right now. That's why I'm giving you a heads-up.”

“Even if I offer a solution, you might not be comfortable with it. But based on everything we know, this is the best course of action.”

“He'll go to prison, calming down and learning a skill while he recuperates.”

[You can't blame society when you're tired] was still hesitating, but the chat exploded with comments.

“Miss, what's with the hesitation? He tried to kill you! Who cares if he goes to jail?”

“Prison isn't so bad. At least he'll have a routine and meals with meat and vegetables.”

“Don't demonize prison workers. They're not the scary part.”

“Don't underestimate prison life! Three meals a day, free medical care, and time to read—a good work-life balance!”

“Crazy idea, but after turning 70, that isn't such a bad idea…”

“Prison can be boring, but you get a glimpse into people's lives.”

“Dr. Chen's plan is genius! The patient will be safe, and he will get a roof over his head. Win-win!”

The comments, some humorous, some insightful, offered a new perspective.

The patient, consumed by his illness and financial ruin, had developed violent thoughts.

Prison might provide the structure and calm he needed. Food, shelter, and time to reflect could be just what he needed to heal.

[You can't blame society when you're tired], overwhelmed by the unexpected advice, stammered, “Dr. Chen, is this truly the only option?”

Leaving her hometown was unthinkable.

She'd done nothing wrong; why should she be forced to flee?

Her entire life, family, friends, and classmates were in Shanghai.

Chen Yu acknowledged her concerns. “Many can relate to the dangers of obsession,” he said. “His illness fueled hatred, and killing you became his fixation. A few years in prison will cool his head.”

“Now, is this the only way? No.”

Hope flickered in [You can't blame society when you're tired]'s eyes. “There's another solution?”

“Not exactly a solution,” Chen Yu clarified, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Think of it as an alternative way to keep you safe.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” Chen Yu said, “besides the special cure for gallbladder cancer, I also have some basic medications that can slow the cancer's progress.”

“If you choose to buy them, the patient might make it to next month.”

“Around mid-month,” he continued, “an old friend of yours will suddenly suffer a heart attack. But fear not; a young man will miraculously cure him with acupuncture.”

[You can't blame society when you're tired] instantly understood Chen Yu's meaning.

“Dr. Chen, are you suggesting this young doctor can cure both my friend's heart disease and this patient's gallbladder cancer?”

“Certainly,” Chen Yu replied with a knowing smile. “But having him in your life won't be a walk in the park.”

“Expect a constant barrage of problems—kidnappings, intricate medical cases, a revolving door of flirty admirers, and even mysterious illnesses plaguing your loved ones.”

“Not to mention, your family business will face constant turmoil.”

[You can't blame society when you're tired]'s jaw dropped. According to Chen Yu, this young doctor was a medical prodigy, yet associating with him came with a hefty price tag.

Was he a miracle worker or a walking curse?

“Thank you, Dr. Chen,” she said, a steely glint in her eyes. “I understand what I must do.”

A knock on the door came. Her “protectors” had arrived.

[You can't blame society when you're tired] opted for the lesser of two evils.

She paid the 10,000 yuan consultation fee and discreetly sent another 100,000 yuan to Chen Yu's personal account for the special medicine.

Providing the delivery address and contact information, she made her choice.

It was better to buy the expensive medication than risk encountering this “miracle doctor” with his never-ending troubles.

Chen Yu, having successfully resolved his first consultation, stretched and addressed his chat.

“Alright everyone,” he announced, “let's welcome our next patient.”

The screen flickered to life, revealing a young couple beaming beside a cooing infant.

“Hello, Dr. Chen! We're huge fans!” The young man exclaimed.

“We tuned into every single one of your live streams during my wife's pregnancy.”

He showered Chen Yu with praise, crediting the doctor's lively streams with keeping his wife happy throughout her pregnancy.

He proudly declared the birth of their healthy, beautiful baby.

Their purpose for joining the livestream today was to enlist Chen Yu's help in choosing a name for their newborn.

“Dr. Chen, I'm Zhao Liang, and this is my wife, Su Wen,” the young man introduced himself and his partner.

“I came up with over ten names, but 1 can't decide which one sounds best. Could you offer your expertise?”

Zhao Liang held up a sheet of paper filled with potential baby names.

Chen Yu, however, had a different approach. “There's no need for overly complicated names,” he advised.

“Keep it simple and elegant. Focus on meaning and a touch of artistic flair. That's all you need.”

The chat erupted with suggestions, some helpful, some humorous.

“Don't overthink it! No need for a royal title!”

“Look at this guy's room, so spacious! He's clearly not your average salaryman.” “Why don't you scour ancient texts? The Odes of Chu, The Book of Songs, Tang and Song poems, and even the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic. You're bound to find the perfect name!”

“Homophones are fun names.”

“Seriously, chat? Parents, put down your phones and connect with your kids! Forget it, I'm out.”

Unfazed by the chat's banter, Zhao Liang and Su Wen remained patient, awaiting Chen Yu's verdict.

“Dear patient,” Chen Yu said with a grave expression, “the most pressing concern for you two isn't the baby's name.”

“Instead,” he continued, a serious look on his face, “you should be making two calls right now.”

Confusion washed over Zhao Liang and Su Wen. “Calls?” they stammered in unison. “What calls?”

“Calling for emergency service and the police..'1

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