Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 38: What a Qualified Mental Patient Is Like

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Even though the door was open, Uncle Zhang still knocked before coming in.

"Little Ying, are you eating?"

"Uncle Zhang, is sothing wrong?" Wen Ying asked, looking up at him while chewing on a pork rib. She was a dedicated psychologist. ’No consultations after hours, and that definitely includes alti!’

Uncle Zhang gave an awkward laugh and pulled the Copper Coin from his pocket. He looked at Wen Ying, a little embarrassed. "This Copper Coin might not be worth much, but it’s an old piece. Little Ying, would you be willing to take it?"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang placed the Copper Coin on a nearby table.

Wen Ying glanced at it casually, but her eyes imdiately lit up. "Is this about your son, Uncle Zhang? I’ll take this Copper Coin. I love it!"

Hearing that Wen Ying would take it, Uncle Zhang finally felt a sense of relief. But then she continued, "But if you give this Copper Coin, what will you do if the old man cos looking to settle scores with you?"

"Settle scores? Impossible. My dad passed away years ago."

"Well... I know, but what if he cos after you in your dreams?"

"Oh, Little Ying, don’t let your imagination run wild. I’ve had people look at this thing; it’s just a normal old trinket. If my dad knew any secrets about it, why wouldn’t he have told ? You just finish your al. I have to get going."

Afraid that Wen Ying would change her mind, Uncle Zhang turned and left imdiately.

Wen Ying smiled and said nothing more. ’After all, he lives so close. He can just co find again if sothing happens.’

After finishing her al, Wen Ying placed the Copper Coin in her palm, her expression turning serious and intent as she stared at it.

"System? Sweetie? My fairy god-system? Are you there? Answer ."

[Reminder to Host: This system is not female!]

"System sweetie, this Copper Coin isn’t just so ordinary coin, is it?"

[Correct.]

"I knew it! My intuition is never wrong! I’ve seen this thing in an old text before. To think it would turn up at Uncle Zhang’s house."

[The Host knows of this object’s value?] The system was clearly surprised.

Unfortunately, Wen Ying didn’t answer its question. Instead, she found a sheet of Yellow Paper and folded it into a small envelope, then placed the Copper Coin inside.

Then, as if struck by another thought, she also tucked a letter from the original owner’s grandmother—which had been pressed under so old books in a drawer—into the small, self-made envelope.

After doing all this, Wen Ying simply shut her door and went to sleep, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

Everything seed perfectly normal.

BANG BANG BANG! The knocking was loud, the pauses between strikes short and urgent.

The noise jolted Wen Ying awake. A glance at the clock showed it was 7:38 AM. She got up, crossed the small courtyard, and opened the clinic door to find an anxious Uncle Zhang. Seeing her freshly-woken appearance, he was clearly a bit embarrassed.

After all, waking a young person up is impolite, especially when he had shown up before her clinic was even open.

"Co in, Uncle Zhang."

"Little Ying, I’ll go buy so breakfast. Just give a few minutes."

Taking advantage of the ti, Wen Ying washed her face, brushed her teeth, and tidied herself up. Uncle Zhang returned right on cue with fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Little Ying, I’m not going to mince words! That thing you told the day before yesterday... it actually ca true!" The shock in Uncle Zhang’s eyes was impossible to conceal.

’The day before yesterday?’

Hearing that, Wen Ying thought to herself, ’Did I really sleep for two whole days?’

’No wonder I feel so great.’

"Little Ying, tell the truth. Did the old man... did he really co looking for ?" The craving for an answer in Uncle Zhang’s eyes was desperate.

"Uncle Zhang, your psychological issues seem a bit serious."

"Little Ying, don’t give that routine! I just want to know if that’s what happened."

"Yes, but that’s also a type of psychological issue. The treatnt is quite simple, you just need to—"

"Just give the prescription," Uncle Zhang cut her off, clearly wise to her routine.