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

Chapter 109 Only the Paranoid Survive

When Wang Minyu brought Guan Shan to the "Quiet Garden" in the western suburbs, the scene before him made his blood pressure rise slightly.

The once neat and orderly vegetable garden, which would move even a perfectionist, now bears a glaring scar.

A red Ferrari's chassis was stuck in a mud pit, half of the car body crushing a trellis of newly sprouted bean shoots.

A young man was standing next to the car, dressed in what looked like expensive casual clothes, and his limited edition sneakers were covered in mud.

He was holding his phone, taking a selfie of the stuck car wheel. Instead of being anxious, his face showed a kind of... eerie excitement.

Old Cai held a shovel in his hand, his whole body trembling as he pointed at the young man, his lips quivering so much he couldn't speak.

For someone who treats growing vegetables like a military parade, this kind of destruction is even more painful than digging up his ancestral graves.

"These lines...the angle of the mud splattering..." the young man muttered to himself as he took photos, "It's so cool, is this the raw, violent aesthetics?"

Wang Minyu went over and first calmed Old Cai, who was on the verge of a heart attack: "Uncle Cai, calm down, take a deep breath. We can grow more radishes, but who's going to supply me if I get so angry?"

Then he turned to the young man.

Patient: Zhao Shih-hao (24 years old)

[Identity: The youngest son of the Zhao Group, a carefree and irresponsible rich second-generation.]

Symptoms: Anhedonia (dopamine receptor desensitization), severe emotional emptiness, and a desire for extreme stimulation.

[Cause: Excessive material indulgence since childhood has led to an extremely high threshold for happiness, making ordinary entertainment no longer able to bring him joy.]

"Dude," Wang Minyu kicked the Ferrari's tire, "the radishes in this field cost fifty each, and you crushed forty-eight of them, that's two thousand four. Add Uncle Cai's compensation for emotional distress, and we'll round it up to thirty thousand."

Zhao Shihao turned his head, looked Wang Minyu up and down, his eyes full of disdain and boredom: "Thirty thousand? I'll give you three hundred thousand, I don't want this car anymore, I'll just leave it stuck here. I think this scene is quite artistic."

As he spoke, he was about to transfer the money.

"So what if you're rich?" Guan Shan said in a gruff voice, taking a step forward, casting a huge shadow over Zhao Shihao.

Zhao Shihao's eyes lit up: "Wow, this is huge! And it's completely untouched! Dude, can you flip this car over? I want to film a video of it flipping over, I'll give you 100,000."

Guan Shan was stunned. In his life, he had intimidated thugs and beaten up medical disputes, but he had never seen anyone beg him to overturn a car.

Wang Minyu stopped Guan Shan, looking at Zhao Shihao's eyes, which were smiling but lacked any spirit.

This is a typical modern ailment—"boredom with wealth".

This person wasn't looking for trouble; he was looking for a "feeling."

"Looking for some fun?" Wang Minyu suddenly laughed. "What's the point of flipping a car? It'll be over in a few seconds. I have a much more fun game, not only exciting but also giving you an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. Want to play?"

Zhao Shih-hao raised an eyebrow: "Car racing? Skydiving? Or dog fighting? I'm tired of all that."

"Farming." Wang Minyu pointed to the messy vegetable patch.

"Huh?" Zhao Shihao said as if he had heard a joke. "You want me to... farm? Do you know how much insurance I have on these hands?"

"You wouldn't dare?" Wang Minyu used the simplest form of provocation. "That's true. Farming is a highly precise technical job. Look at these furrows, they must be perfectly straight; the distance between the holes can't be more than two millimeters off. It requires extremely strong control and patience. Most people can't do it."

He walked over to Old Cai's perfectly preserved vegetable patch and pointed to the vegetables that looked as if they had been measured with a ruler: "This is art. Your car is stuck in the mud, that's garbage. This is the beauty of order."

Zhao Shihao glanced at the impossibly tidy vegetable patch, and his obsessive-compulsive tendencies seemed to stir.

He looked at his crooked Ferrari again and suddenly realized that it was indeed a bit ugly.

"That's interesting." Zhao Shihao took off his expensive jacket, worth tens of thousands of yuan, and threw it on the muddy ground. "How do we play?"

"It's very simple." Wang Minyu handed him a hoe. "First, push the cart out, then level the ground, and finally replant the radishes. No machinery is allowed; you have to do it by hand. If you can't meet Old Cai's standards, this cart is mine."

"And what if you manage to do that?"

"I'll cure your illness." Wang Minyu pointed to his head, "so that you'll be able to taste sweetness even when you drink plain water."

For the next two hours, a spectacular sight unfolded in Jingxin Garden.

The second young master of the Zhao family, who usually wouldn't even unscrew a bottle cap himself, was standing barefoot in the mud, sticking his butt out and using a hoe to break up the clods of earth bit by bit.

Sweat streamed down his meticulously styled hair, blurring his vision. He wiped it haphazardly with the back of his muddy hand, making a mess of his face.

At first, he did it out of spite.

But slowly, as he followed Old Cai's roar and finally straightened a furrow, a strange feeling rose up from his spine.

It wasn't the adrenaline rush of speeding, nor the fleeting thrill of swiping a card. It was a kind of... peace of mind.

The sound of a hoe striking the ground, the pungent smell of soil being turned over, and the numbness after extreme muscle soreness.

"It's crooked! One centimeter to the left!" Old Cai yelled from the side, ruler in hand. "Are you blind? Is this what you call a straight line? Do it again!"

Normally, anyone who dared to yell at Zhao Shihao like that would have been thrown into the river long ago.

But at that moment, he actually obediently retreated and started wielding his hoe again.

"With this stroke of the hoe, the world is finally at peace." Zhao Shihao panted heavily, looking at the ditch that had finally straightened out in front of him, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.

That was the first time in six months that he had laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Alright." Wang Minyu glanced at his watch, tossed him a bottle of mineral water, and said, "That's a wrap."

Zhao Shihao caught the water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a mouthful.

A regular bottle of water that costs two yuan on Taobao.

"Sweet." Zhao Shihao stared at the bottle, his eyes wide. "Holy crap, how come this water is sweet?"

"Because you were thirsty. And more importantly, because your dopamine system just underwent a 'reset'," Wang Minyu explained. "Extreme physical fatigue, coupled with the psychological satisfaction of completing a high-difficulty task, cured your overly high threshold. Now, you're a normal person."

Zhao Shihao slumped on the edge of the field, looking at the Ferrari still stuck in the mud, and suddenly felt utterly bored.

"Here, take the car." Zhao Shihao waved his hand. "This thing is too noisy; a hoe is much more convenient."

"No, I can't afford to support you," Wang Minyu refused. "However, since you lost, you have to fulfill the bet. From now on, you'll come here two days a week to work as Old Cai's apprentice. There will be no salary, but meals will be provided."

"Deal." Zhao Shihao agreed with unusually quickness.

Just then, a black Mercedes-Benz van pulled up at the entrance to the courtyard.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit rushed out. He was none other than the Zhao family's head butler.

"Second Young Master! What are you doing here? Master is frantic!" The butler nearly fainted when he saw Zhao Shihao covered in mud. "Has he been kidnapped?"

"What are you binding me for?" Zhao Shihao stood up, his legs trembling, but he stood ramrod straight. "I'm cultivating. Tell the old man not to bother me; I'm not going back this week."

The housekeeper stared in disbelief as his little devil picked up a hoe and followed a hunchbacked old man, eagerly learning how to build trellises for the tomatoes.

Wang Minyu clapped his hands in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

"We've got another free laborer," he said to Guan Shan. "We can let this kid do the deliveries from now on. He can deliver cabbages in a Ferrari; it'll definitely make headlines."

"Boss," Guan Shan pointed to the Ferrari, "what about this car? It's really stuck."

"That's the best place for it." Wang Minyu turned and walked towards his secondhand Wuling Hongguang. "Let's go back. Tonight we'll have radish stewed with beef brisket to celebrate having our own dedicated logistics team."