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

Chapter 209 This isn't dual cultivation, it's interdisciplinary studies

Previously, the wealthy in Changxiang City talked about golf, equestrianism, and overseas trusts. Now, if you don't ask "Have you 'realized' anything today?" when you meet someone, you're considered out of touch with the times.

The "Light of Logic" hot spring pool has become a must-visit spot for all financial giants, tech upstarts, and top lawyers.

It's said that if you soak in it for half an hour, your brain will come out like an overclocked CPU, you'll see candlestick charts with a three-dimensional effect, and your coding process will be smoother than Dove chocolate.

The only side effect is that after soaking in it, you will lose all interest in human courtship behavior for a short period of time, and watching Victoria's Secret Angels will feel like looking at a series of data that need to be optimized.

The "Fountain of Sensibility" is revered as a guiding principle by a group of artists, poets, and relationship bloggers.

The painter who had just run out of ideas and contemplated suicide by looking at a blank canvas the day before, came out of the bathhouse and, crying, painted "Twelve Ways to Kill a Sunflower," which was immediately collected by an art museum at a high price.

A blogger who couldn't write a single word after a breakup started writing while crying his eyes out after a romantic encounter. He updated 100,000 words of heartbreaking tragic love stories in one day, and his fans cried and begged for six-figure "tissue fees" in donations.

Tu Jinshan now walks with a limp, and his mouth is stretched so wide it's almost as wide as Mickey Mouse's.

The way he looked at Wang Minyu was no longer like he was looking at a god of wealth, but like he was looking at a creator god.

"Chairman Wang, your 'Yin-Yang Harmony' technique is simply a stroke of genius, like Pangu creating the world or Nuwa creating humankind!" Tu Jinshan rubbed his hands together, handing over a thick financial statement. The numbers on it were so red they could blind anyone. "Our appointments are booked until next year! Several foreign conglomerates are also coming to inspect our facilities and begging us to open branches!"

"There's no rush with the branch store." Wang Minyu lay on a beach chair by the pool, slowly flipping through reports. "You have to harvest the leeks one crop at a time; you can't exhaust the resources. The 'mother's' emotional output also has its limits. If you push it too far, it'll give you a city-wide 'period,' and you'll have nowhere to cry."

Tu Jinshan was jolted awake and immediately nipped the idea of ​​opening a branch in the bud.

In the midst of this harmonious and mutually beneficial business of exploiting others, an uninvited guest shattered the tranquility of the resort.

The man who came was named Wei Zheng, one of the top film critics in China, and was nicknamed "Wei the Critic".

His film reviews are known for being scathing, sarcastic, and incisive.

No matter if you're a box office star with billions in earnings or an internationally renowned director, he can strip you bare of everything.

It is said that three up-and-coming directors changed careers overnight and opened barbecue stalls after reading his film reviews.

Such a person should, in theory, be a staunch user of "Logic Light".

But he came to soak in the "Fountain of Sensibility".

"Dr. Wang." Wei Zheng sat opposite Wang Minyu, dressed in a sharp linen suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes were like two sharp scalpels. "I'm not here to treat a patient. I'm here... to find a feeling."

Wang Minyu poured him a glass of iced tea: "How does it feel?"

"Empathy." Wei Zheng's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound. "I can analyze a film's cinematic language, narrative structure, and commercial logic, but I can't understand why audiences would shed tears for those low-quality, illogical sentimental scenes. I call it the 'collective intellectual degradation phenomenon.' My boss says that if I continue to be so 'objective,' I'll lose all my readers."

Wang Minyu understood.

This is a top-tier arbiter; he's so good at arguing that he's almost lost his job.

"So, you want to experience what it's like to have your intelligence 'reduced'?"

"I want to understand them." Wei Zheng pushed up his glasses. "Only through understanding can we better critique them."

Wang Minyu looked at him. In the field of vision of the [Aura Observation Technique], the aura above Wei Zheng's head was a pure, calm, almost cruel iron gray, like a precise block of iron, without a single impurity. Letting such a person soak in the "Fountain of Sensibility" is like throwing a block of ice into lava. The result is not that the ice melts, but that a small part of the lava is extinguished.

"Mr. Wei, your problem isn't a lack of empathy," Wang Minyu said, getting straight to the point. "It's that your rationality is too strong, forming a closed logical loop. Anything emotional, before it even has a chance to enter your heart, is analyzed, deconstructed, and then thrown out like garbage by your logic."

For the first time, Wei Zheng's eyes flickered.

"What should we do then?"

"Simply soaking in the 'Fountain of Sensibility' won't work; the water temperature isn't high enough." Wang Minyu stood up. "We need to add something. Come with me."

He led Wei Zheng to a secluded courtyard at the deepest part of the resort.

There is only one hot spring pool in the courtyard, but strangely, the pool is divided in two by a specially made glass partition.

On the left is the pink "Fountain of Sensuality," steaming hot.

On the right is the crystal-clear "light of logic," cold and piercing.

"This is..." Wei Zheng asked, puzzled.

"A hot pot with two broths." Wang Minyu said succinctly, "You, go first on the right."

Although Wei Zheng was puzzled, he did as instructed.

As he immersed his entire body in the icy pool, he felt his mind had never been so clear, his thoughts racing so fast that he could even see the Brownian motion of dust particles in the air.

"Now, put your hand in the hot water on the left," Wang Minyu instructed.

Wei Zheng did as instructed.

As his right hand dipped into the warm, pink spring water, an unprecedented and extremely strange sensation instantly overwhelmed him.

His left side was immersed in absolute rationality, his brain rapidly calculating the density of water, the effect of temperature on the nerve endings in his skin, and the probability of cardiovascular disease that this alternation of hot and cold might trigger.

But his right side was enveloped by a gentle, tender, and inexplicably warm current. A strange mix of emotion and sorrow seeped into his heart little by little, up his right arm.

Half of it is seawater, and half of it is fire.

Half of him is a calm observer, and the other half is a character deeply immersed in the drama.

Wei Zheng's expression began to contort.

Sometimes he would furrow his brow, as if he were solving a world-class mathematical problem; other times his eyes would redden and his lips would twitch, as if he were remembering that rainy evening when his first love dumped him.

"Do you see that?" Wang Minyu's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang in his ears. "On one side is the structure of the film, on the other is the audience's emotions. On one side is your film review, on the other is their tears. They are not in conflict, they... can coexist."

"This is not called 'lowering the intellectual capacity'."

"That's called interdisciplinary studies."

Wei Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Minyu, his eyes filled with shock.

For the first time, a crack appeared in his seemingly impenetrable logical barrier.

An hour later, Wei Zheng, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the yard looking dejected. He was holding a phone and typing.

The next day, he published a new film review on his WeChat official account.

The subject is a recently released domestic youth drama, which only has a 4.3 rating on Douban and has been heavily criticized by countless film critics.

Wei Zheng's title was: "I admit, I shed three pounds of tears for this pile of dog shit."

In the first half of the article, he still used his surgical-like language to criticize the film's plot, logic, and acting flawlessly.

But in the latter half of the article, he changed his tone.

"...But when the male lead rode his bicycle through the torrential rain and called out the female lead's name, my tear ducts, which I couldn't resist, were still breached. I knew perfectly well that this was the cheapest form of artificial sweetener, the lowest level of sentimentality. Yet I still cried. Perhaps what we miss is never the movie itself, but rather the version of ourselves that would cry like a fool over a single nonsensical line."

This film review went viral.

Wei Zheng's fans went crazy.

"Holy crap? Wei the troll has been possessed?"

"Is this the same man I know who could berate a director to the point of retiring from the industry?"

"The first half is Wei Zheng, but who's in the second half? Qiong Yao?"

But many more people found resonance in this film review about "schizophrenia".

The number of likes and shares on the film review set a new record for Wei Zheng's official WeChat account.

The producers of that terrible movie even held an emergency meeting overnight to discuss whether to use Wei Zheng's film review as official promotional material.

Meanwhile, at Renxin Pharmacy, Wang Minyu looked at the seven-figure "psychological counseling fee" that had just been deposited into his phone and nodded in satisfaction.

【Ding--】

[The host has successfully pioneered "interdisciplinary therapy" and reaped the top-tier emotional reversal from the "King of Gags." Leek Gardener's Experience +100.]

[System Shop Update: The special facility blueprint "Emotional Hot Pot" is now available.]