Chen Yu strode forward with resolve, like a lone general charging into enemy ranks, projecting an air of heroic sacrifice.
It wasn't that Chen Yu was putting on a show.
The media was a terrifying thing.
In the new millennium, right after the dot-com bubble burst, when most Americans didn't even know what the internet was for, the average person's sources of information were newspapers and television.
Whatever the media said, they believed.
Those media moguls in their high-rises, dressed to the nines and styling themselves as pioneers of liberty, cared nothing for the truth. They only cared about buzz and trending topics, thriving on unchecked, savage growth.
Chen Yu had seen a perfect example firsthand.
Back during his residency at Jackson Memorial Hospital, there had been a British international student from Stanford in his cohort. Unlike the typically reserved British, he was not only an excellent student but also witty and humorous. He and Chen Yu got along very well.
