Tan Minglei’s eyes were filled with suspicion: "Type O and Type F medications only cost two or three hundred points per bottle, right?

"Don’t ask me how I know this, but I’m fairly certain the information is true.

"Let’s calculate at 300 points; each pill would cost only 60 points, with 180 points enough to cure.

"But the price I previously bought the Type M drugs from you was 1500 per pill.

"A full 25 times higher.

"Earlier you mentioned that Type O and Type F drugs might be addictive and induce severe consequences. Have you really tested them?

"Do you have any evidence?

"Or is it just your speculation?"

The exposed doctor replied with a stern face and steady voice:

"So, what’s your point?

"Should I give you the medicine for free, covering all the medical points myself?

"I’m just an ordinary player who happens to know some professional knowledge and happens to be chosen as a doctor!

"Don’t expect me to uphold the real-world ethics of doctors here.

"I want to be a good person, but I also need to earn visa time in this game! I can only find a balance within the rules.

"There’s no point in arguing or explaining these matters with you.

"After the game ends, during the Community’s review session, you’ll understand: I’m no saint, my choices weren’t the best, but certainly not the worst either!"

After speaking, the doctor instinctively leaned back.

The conversation had reached a tense brink.

Although the game prohibits violent acts, some players might lose their reasoning in a fit of rage.

Moreover, the rules impose no limits on verbal violence.

Humiliation, insults, moral attacks, or even spitting could all occur.

Unexpectedly, Tan Minglei’s face, gradually filled with a sorrowful fury, suddenly plummeted, kneeling on the ground.

The doctor was stunned: "What, what are you doing!"

Tan Minglei’s expression shifted from anger to despair: "Doctor, honestly, I can somewhat guess why you’re doing this.

"We patients discussed in the lounge.

"Two players insisted you deliberately withheld cheaper Type O and F drugs from us to control the drug channels, profiting as a middleman by selling us expensive medications.

"The supposed severe side effects of Type O and F medications are just excuses and pretexts.

"But I trust you.

"Because I found out the recommended retail range for Type M medications is 1200 to 1500.

"Before the doctor, there are the sales and auditors involved.

"As a doctor, your acquisition price for Type M drugs must also be around 1500, leaving no profits if sold at this price; you’d return empty-handed in this game.

"If you sold above 1500, it would be considered illegal trading, with a penalty of 10% of earnings each time, up to 30%.

"Therefore, to earn some visa time solely by selling Type M drugs, you must significantly increase each pill’s price.

"If your goal was merely earning medical points, there’d be no need to complicate things; selling Type O and F drugs would suffice.

"The procurement cost for these drugs is low, with substantial profit margins. Upon selling to us, we might even be grateful.

"Yet even so, both doctors insist on not selling them, which convinces me these drugs indeed have severe side effects; you’re genuinely considering our welfare.

"After all, Type M drugs merely reduce our visa time, while Type O and F drugs could potentially cause permanent bodily damage."

The doctor was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Tan Minglei to perceive these details.

While comprehending the implications wasn’t difficult, what was challenging was seeing from the other’s perspective.

As patients, forced to pay a hefty 1500 per pill, naturally, one would be enraged, not likely to consider matters from the doctor’s perspective.

Thus, Tan Minglei’s words touched the doctor visibly.

But then Tan Minglei abruptly shifted the tone:

"But Doctor, have you considered for ordinary players, what’s the difference between visa time and life?

"Even if Type M drugs have the smallest side effects, they’re too expensive. Even at cost, they’re several times pricier than other drugs.

"I’m okay, but most patients don’t have many medical points; how many pills can they afford?

"Temporarily curing severe pain doesn’t truly rid them of the infected status, and in subsequent games, they could become infected again.

"Be it worsening pain, contagion from other patients, or the system randomly selecting them once more, they may suffer again.

"Moreover, many patients barely have any visa time. To purchase special drugs, they’ve exhausted their medical points and might exchange at a 2:1 ratio, possibly even incur debt at a 4:1 ratio!

"For them, draining visa time is no different from dying, so what’s the fundamental difference?

"So Doctor, I beg you, please sell us the Type O and F drugs!

"In this awful place, every player faces uncertain life and death; they might die the next round!

"Even if there are side effects, who knows if they’ll live to see them manifest?

"It’s my choice and the lounge’s other players’ mutual decision."

The doctor was stunned for a while, then silently opened the drawer and took out a bottle of Type O drug.

...

In the review room, Zheng Chunhua and Qin Cheng met again.

Seeing Zheng Chunhua’s expression, Qin Cheng had a bad premonition and asked: "What’s wrong?"

Zheng Chunhua sighed quietly: "Last game round, I visited another doctor.

"He told me...

"He feels overwhelmed, wants to give up.

"He also advised me to abandon.

"I’ve been thinking... perhaps we should.

"Let’s sell the Type O and Type F drugs to the patients."

Qin Cheng looked at him silently: "Isn’t it too early to give up?

"This game has barely reached halfway; the earlier we abandon, the sooner the drugs proliferate, increasing the threat to all players.

"At the very least, endure a few more rounds?"

Zheng Chunhua replied: "That doctor said patients he met cursed him with the nastiest words.

"Accusing him and the auditor of collusion, deliberately monopolizing drugs, possessing cheaper medications yet withholding them from patients, instead selling only expensive drugs to extract all medical points and visa time.

"He attempted to explain, but to no avail."

Qin Cheng said: "Then don’t explain. Simply providing medication to save them should suffice.

"The insulting words can just be ignored."

Zheng Chunhua shook his head with a sigh: "I advised him the same.

"But he countered, asking why? For what reason?

"Having exhausted all arguments, they’re strangers from different Communities without shared interests. Why endure such grievances and misunderstandings merely to help unrelated people?

"If these players want Type O and F drugs, what’s wrong with giving them?

"In this cursed place, regardless of life or death, each player ultimately remains accountable solely for themselves.

"This isn’t our responsibility.

"After acquiring these medications, whether they strictly consume one per round or several, or eventually develop addiction, that’s their choice.

"Even if we withstand pressure and protect them within this game round, what about the next ones? Even later games?

"They could perish in any subsequent game round.

"What’s the meaning of what we’re doing here, ultimately?"

Qin Cheng sighed quietly, looking at Zheng Chunhua: "Uncle Zheng, this is really what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?"

Zheng Chunhua paused, then honestly nodded: "Yes."