lerbook Chapter 222 Cyber Mental Illness
Chapter 222 Cyber Mental Illness
A strange disease has recently become popular among the wealthy in Changxiang City.
Symptoms include: a morbid fear or dependence on all electronic screens, the need to speak according to strict syllogistic logic, and even when eating a French meal, the precise calculation of the calories and number of chews of each piece of beef.
The medical community is at a loss, and psychologists are even more bewildered by these logically rigorous patients, to the point of questioning their very existence.
Only a few well-informed people knew that these were all aftereffects of the failed "citywide romance" and the subsequent "mental storm."
Commonly known as cyberpsychosis.
three days later.
The back section of the abandoned pedestrian street that Renxin Pharmacy bought is now surrounded by a high wall.
A wooden sign hangs on the gate, with four large characters written crookedly in calligraphy: Primitive Tribe.
A stretched Rolls-Royce pulled up at the entrance. The door opened, and Shen Wanshan, a renowned technology investor in Changxiang City with a net worth of billions, stepped out.
Shen Wanshan was wearing a well-tailored custom-made suit and a smart watch on his wrist that could monitor various vital signs.
He was expressionless, his eyes looking as if he were scanning a QR code.
"Mr. Shen, are you sure you want to receive treatment here?" the assistant asked cautiously from the side.
Since attending that disastrous party last week, General Manager Shen hasn't smiled once. He even asked employees to report their work using binary numbers during meetings.
"Based on cross-referencing data from multiple sources, the cure rate here is 87.5%." Shen Wanshan adjusted his glasses. "Efficiency is our priority."
He walked to the wooden door, and the door opened.
Wang Minyu, wearing a faded white lab coat and holding his signature stainless steel tea mug, stood behind the door.
"Welcome." Wang Minyu looked Shen Wanshan up and down. "Have you paid?"
"The 100,000 yuan deposit has been transferred." Shen Wanshan took out a printed contract. "This is my disclaimer and expected treatment indicators. Please take a look."
Wang Minyu didn't even look at it before tearing up the contract and throwing it into the nearby trash can.
Shen Wanshan frowned: "This violates the spirit of the contract. According to probability theory..."
"Here, I am probability." Wang Minyu interrupted him, pointing to a bamboo basket next to him, "Throw your suit, leather shoes, cell phone, and that old watch on your wrist into this basket. Change into this outfit."
He kicked at a set of coarse linen clothes and a pair of straw sandals beside his feet.
"Impossible." Shen Wanshan refused decisively. "My watch is connected to the company's main server, and I must monitor it at all times..."
Wang Minyu didn't waste any words and got right to work.
He moved very quickly and pressed an acupoint on Shen Wanshan's wrist.
Shen Wanshan felt a numbness in his entire arm as the watch fell into Wang Minyu's hand.
"you!"
"Lesson one: relinquish control." Wang Minyu tossed his watch into the bamboo basket. "Go inside. Your ward is in thatched hut number three. Today's task is to chop wood."
Shen Wanshan stood there, his face ashen.
His pride in logic and order was utterly useless in the face of this unreasonable doctor.
But he found that he didn't have the urge to turn around and leave.
Some subconscious thought told him that what he needed was here.
He gritted his teeth, changed into the prickly hemp clothes, put on straw sandals, and walked into the walled area.
The scene inside the walls left this tech mogul speechless.
There were no cement roads, only muddy dirt paths.
There were no electric lights, only a few dim oil lamps.
Guan Shan, shirtless, was swinging a sledgehammer on the open ground, hammering away at iron.
Pierre, wearing an apron, was lighting a fire in front of an earthen stove.
Meanwhile, in a vegetable field not far away, the largest real estate developer in Changxiang City and the owner of a famous chain restaurant were squatting in the mud, arguing heatedly about whose potato was bigger.
"This is completely inconsistent with the efficiency model of modern society," Shen Wanshan muttered to himself.
"Efficiency is a false proposition." Wang Minyu appeared behind him at some point, handing him a rusty kitchen knife and a cabbage covered in dirt. "Go over there and chop this cabbage."
"How wide should it be cut? What is the allowable thickness tolerance in millimeters?" Shen Wanshan asked habitually.
"Whatever." Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "Just cut it however you like."
casual?
This word was a disaster for Shen Wanshan.
He walked to a wooden cutting board, picked up the cleaver, and looked at the cabbage.
His brain began to calculate frantically: the weight of the knife, the angle of the cut, and the direction of the cabbage's fibers.
Ten minutes have passed.
He didn't make a single cut.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
"Your CPU is going to burn out." Wang Minyu pulled up a small stool and sat down next to him. "Your proud algorithm can't calculate how many grams of salt to put in tonight's braised pork with cabbage. Because the amount of salt depends on the chef's mood, not a formula."
"Mood is an uncontrollable variable!" Shen Wanshan retorted.
"Humans are inherently uncontrollable." Wang Minyu pointed to the cabbage. "Close your eyes, don't think about data. Imagine this cabbage is your most hated competitor in the business world. Cut it down."
Shen Wanshan was taken aback. His most hated opponent?
The face of the rival company boss who had been constantly sabotaging him flashed through his mind.
A long-dormant, irrational anger welled up inside me.
He raised the cleaver, closed his eyes, and chopped down hard.
"Click."
The cabbage was cut in half. The cut was rough and unattractive.
But Shen Wanshan felt that something that had been blocked in his chest for a long time suddenly cleared up.
He raised the knife again and began chopping haphazardly. Cabbage leaves flew everywhere, his breathing became rapid, and a hint of... fanaticism appeared on his face.
"Yes, that's it. Destroying it doesn't require logic." Wang Minyu nodded in satisfaction as he watched the red emotional light constantly emanating from Shen Wanshan's head.
A system notification sounded in my mind:
[Collected high-purity emotions: unleashed fervor.]
[Emotional personification progress: 1/10.]
Shen Wanshan chopped for a full ten minutes, turning the cabbage into dumpling filling.
He threw down the cleaver, panting heavily, and looking at his hands covered in juice, suddenly burst into laughter.
"That feels great! That's fucking great!" The billionaire tycoon cursed.
"Congratulations, you've rediscovered the basic human pleasures." Wang Minyu stood up. "Today's treatment is over. Go over there and mix the mud; we'll prepare to build the pigsty tomorrow."
Shen Wanshan did not refute, but instead rolled up his trousers with great interest and walked towards the mud pit.