"Let go of the savior complex and respect others' fate?"
Wen Yechen repeated uncertainly.
"That's right." Su Yuhan slapped the table. "To be precise, you need to harden your heart a bit. Stop introspecting over every little thing. Introspect, my ass! You're just a doctor, not a saint. Drop that whole 'three daily self-examinations' routine. It's already amazing that you can help people overcome illness and pain. Saving all of humanity and urging them to be good—that's a job for those old bald monks. Wake up! Your private life just resembles an ascetic's; you're not a real monk. You don't need to follow all those monastic rules and regulations."
Wen Yechen was stunned. 'Wait a second, isn't something off here? I suspect you're personally attacking me, and I have evidence!'
