Being warm-hearted does not mean being slow to react, and kindness does not equate to stupidity. Olivia Smith was well aware that incidents triggered by the internet in real life were endless. Not everyone acted out of righteous indignation; there were always those with ulterior motives, or even malice, who would take advantage of the chaos.

"Don’t worry, I can handle it."

Abraham Lincoln’s composure was contagious to Olivia Smith, and she finally showed a sweet smile.

At that moment, the 110 patrol police arrived, along with several SWAT officers. As soon as the silver handcuffs flashed, the five heroes who had come to seek justice immediately chickened out and were easily escorted into the police car.

The local "17th Floor" forum exploded once again.

"Show-off: New developments in the rich second-generation William Foster murder case. A group went to the Seventh People’s Hospital to ‘educate’ the doctor who issued the psychiatric diagnosis, but got caught by the police—total wipeout!"

"Cat Who Doesn’t Really Eat Fish: The police can’t be that heartless, right? What’s really going on?"

"Lai Chu Bu Te: I was there. Five strong men, but they beat up the wrong person!"

"Relevant Department Mischief Division: Ah!"

"Relevant Department Minister: Ah!"

"s117: What’s going on? How did they beat up the wrong person? How did a simple tower push turn into a jungle fight?"

"Lai Chu Bu Te: The doctor who got beaten up is surnamed Brooks, right next door to the one surnamed Thompson. But later, the one surnamed Thompson showed up."

"Is the Chief Really That Awesome: Quick, tell us, did the one surnamed Thompson get beaten up? He really needs a good beating, so he won’t dare take any money in the future."

"Ken De Who Doesn’t Flirt: Grabbing a small stool, waiting to watch!"

"Cat Who Doesn’t Really Eat Fish: Same here!"

"Lai Chu Bu Te: Two guys tried to beat up the one surnamed Thompson, but both were taken down in a single move. Two strong men, both built like tigers, just looking at them made your legs go weak."

"Relevant Department Communications Division: Damn, that’s impressive! Not a doctor, but an assassin? That’s scary!"

"Lai Chu Bu Te: Nope, someone secretly used a tranquilizer dart. These two didn’t even get close to the one surnamed Thompson before they collapsed. Then the police arrived—total wipeout. Didn’t expect there’d be a master in the hospital."

"Show-off: …"

"Relevant Department Minister: …"

"Relevant Department Mischief Division: …"

"Relevant Department Communications Division: …"

The video of Seventh People’s Hospital psychiatrist Ethan Brooks being beaten up by five burly men quickly made its way online. Although the beating was fierce and the victim was in bad shape, they had attacked the wrong person. Those five chivalrous fellows would probably be spending the next ten years and half a month in detention.

"Cat Who Doesn’t Really Eat Fish: I really want to see the one surnamed Thompson get beaten up!"

"Show-off: I really want to see the one surnamed Thompson get beaten up!"

"s117: I really want to see the one surnamed Thompson get beaten up!"

...

A bunch of netizens lined up to curse and wish to see Abraham Lincoln get beaten up.

In the following days, a few unidentified suspicious people did linger for a long time on the fourth floor of the Seventh People’s Hospital outpatient department. But the two adjacent consulting rooms were empty, and under the wary and suspicious eyes of the security guards, they left in disappointment.

...

After tossing some odds and ends from the consulting room into his personal locker in the changing room, Abraham Lincoln walked out of the hospital empty-handed.

Gazing wistfully at the endless stream of cars on the road, he slapped his forehead, remembering that his old man had given him the phone number of a blind date last night. No time like the present—might as well set up a meeting.

He figured he’d just find someone to have dinner with that evening, and if she was easy on the eyes, he might even eat a few extra bowls of rice.

With that thought, Abraham Lincoln pulled up a number on his phone.

"Hello, is this Julia Green? Hi, this is Abraham Lincoln. Yes, are you free tonight? Let’s pick a place to have dinner together. Okay, five thirty. Do you have any recommendations? Tuman Restaurant? Sure, I’ve been there. Didn’t expect you to be a meat lover. Alright, see you at the entrance then."

Life in modern society moves faster and faster—even setting up a date is straightforward and efficient.

No more exchanging glances, passing notes, friends or siblings running interference, or romantic confessions—none of that is needed. You get straight to the point: see if the house, car, money, brains, and looks meet the girl’s standards. If it works, great; if not, goodbye.

If the chemistry is right, it’s not unheard of to end up in bed together that very night.

Staying friends after breaking up? That’s just wishful thinking.

Those with real skills juggle several relationships or keep a few backups in secret. Stories of chastity and lifelong devotion belong only in classical literature.

There was still plenty of time before the agreed 5:30 PM meeting, and Abraham Lincoln didn’t plan to go straight home. He chose to walk to Tuman Restaurant.

On the way, he passed a pet shop and bought a breeding box. He kept a green flood dragon at home, and it wouldn’t do for people to see it running wild all over the place.

Carrying the breeding box and strolling leisurely, two hours later, Abraham Lincoln arrived at Tuman Restaurant. Since there weren’t many diners yet, he grabbed a seat.

Tuman Restaurant was an authentic German eatery. By Chinese standards, it was a place where you could drink beer by the bowl and eat big chunks of meat—a true meat lover’s spot. Their specialties were salted pork knuckle, various sausages, and dark beer.

He had just sat down when Abraham Lincoln’s phone rang. The caller ID showed it was the girl he’d arranged to meet. At the same time, he saw a young woman in a white trench coat at the restaurant entrance, holding her phone and looking around, as if searching for someone.