To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

He didn't need to go to work anymore, but Zhiyuan still went out the next day. The key was that he couldn't let Lin Qingping know that something was wrong with him, for fear that she would worry.

I randomly went into a coffee shop, sat down to think of a solution, and at the same time, I opened my phone to search to see if my story had gained traction online overnight.

He searched for his own name and the hospital's name and found news on some websites, but it wasn't very popular. The most popular site was Baidu Tieba.

Someone posted this story on a forum, saying that Li Zhiyuan, a doctor at a hospital in the capital, refused to pay for his mother's treatment despite her serious illness. He also beat up his two uncles who brought his mother to the hospital. Because Li Zhiyuan shirked responsibility, his mother's treatment was delayed and she is currently in the intensive care unit. The post also included close-up photos of Li Zhiyuan's uncles' bruised faces.

Many, many people are criticizing it.

"Raising children to provide for old age, raising children to provide for old age, haha, raising a dog is worse than raising a son!"

“I know Li Zhiyuan. I’m from the capital. I’ve seen him for treatment, and his attitude was terrible. I don’t understand how someone like him became a doctor.”

"Yes, yes, he's a PhD, but all that studying has gone to waste."

“I also took my mother to see him for treatment, and he yelled at her. If I wasn’t afraid he would tamper with my mother’s prescription, I would have complained about him.”

"My God, this kind of person doesn't even take care of his own mother, yet we expect him to have compassion for patients! We should file a complaint against him, complain until he's disqualified from practicing medicine!"

“Let me tell you, this Li Zhiyuan just graduated not long ago, and he’s completely incompetent at treating illnesses. My dad took his medicine and vomited so badly that he fainted at home.”

"This kind of beast, worse than a pig or a dog, should be expelled from the medical profession! Clean up the garbage!"

Suddenly, a large number of patients or their families who had consulted him appeared out of nowhere, making him seem unreasonable and that his medical skills and ethics were completely incompetent.

Some even said, "Let's all work together, call the hospital, and strongly demand that they fire Li Zhiyuan!"

"This kind of person shouldn't be alive! Does anyone know where he lives? I'll send him a wreath!"

Suddenly, his phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

He answered the call, and a stranger's voice came from the other end, "Is this Li Zhiyuan?"

"Hello, may I ask who you are...?"

"Li Zhiyuan, you son of a bitch, why aren't you dead yet? When are you going to die? The world would be a better place if you died!"

He hung up the phone.

Back on the forum, he saw his photo and phone number posted in the thread: This is Li Zhiyuan's phone number, it's posted in the hospital department.

His phone rang again. He answered, and the caller continued to hurl insults at him: "Li Zhiyuan, have you lost your conscience? XX Hospital is incredibly unlucky to have a doctor like you! I wish you all the best—may you die in the street tonight, get hit by a car, or have a gas leak at home..."

He hung up the phone again.

He stopped answering the phone after that, but he still received all sorts of abusive messages. One message photoshopped his picture into a funeral portrait, and another message said that someone actually bought a wreath, but they probably couldn't find his home yet, so they delivered it to the hospital gate with a note that read "Deepest condolences to the beastly quack doctor Li Zhiyuan."

He stopped reading the messages and returned to the forum page. Suddenly, he noticed one comment standing out among the numerous insults: "What are you all cursing? Do you even know Li Zhiyuan? Do you even know the truth of the matter? Are you just blindly following the crowd? He's not that kind of person at all!"