Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 81 - 79: This Freaking System Is Just Too Much

[Bad Luck Talisman: Details omitted.]

Wen Ying was speechless. ’Are all systems this much of a troll?’

[Justice Incarnation: Summon! Summon! Summon! Aren’t you excited! Aren’t you thrilled! This is a Summoning Skill!]

[This is the incarnation of justice! The ssenger of justice! It is JUSTICE! Don’t you just feel your blood boiling for no reason! This is a common problem for you Blue Star people!]

[Snap out of it! The Skill is useful, sure—you can summon anything and everything from heaven and earth! But you’ll never know if you’re going to summon a bug, a pile of poop (so stinky), or be blessed by the Heavenly Dao (does that thing even exist?). Maybe you’ll summon a... a... a... (not gonna tell you). You’ll find out when the ti cos!]

[Usage Requirent: Costs 200,000 reputation value per use.]

[Friendly Reminder: Try not to be chard by what you summon~]

Seeing this, Wen Ying couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

’A summoning skill? It sounds just like sothing from an ani. Can it summon figures from another world, things from a Cultivation Plane, or even from the World of Warcraft?’

But the troll of a system obviously wouldn’t give her an answer.

’I’m sure I’ll have a use for it eventually. I’ll just wait and see. I’ll cross that bridge when I co to it.’

[Yellow Paper: Previously introduced, details omitted.]

[Friendly Reminder: Host can use this.]

Wen Ying was speechless. ’Does the system really need to point that out?’

[???: Feel like you’re opening a mystery box? What kind of mystery box will this be? Will it make the Host weep with sorrow or beam with joy? Will it solve the Host’s current predicant, or will it be too bland to enjoy but a waste to discard?]

[Everything requires things to fall into place naturally. It requires coincidence, it requires luck. Just wait.]

[Usage Requirent: Random]

[Friendly Reminder: There doesn’t seem to be anything to remind you about. If I have to give a reminder, then I’ll just remind the Host to stay calm and level-headed.]

When Wen Ying ca back to her senses, little Zizi was standing before her, staring at her with wide, expectant eyes.

Zizi’s mother was a little embarrassed. "I’m sorry, Doctor Wen. I don’t know what’s gotten into this child. She doesn’t want to play, she only wants you. She just said that Doctor Wen is unhappy."

Wen Ying looked at Zizi in surprise. ’I can’t believe this child could actually sense my mood change just now.’

Zizi reached out and tugged on the corner of Wen Ying’s shirt. She looked up at Wen Ying with those wide, imploring eyes, a little timidly, in a way that made Wen Ying’s heart ache.

"System, I’ve decided to spend one million reputation value to exchange for the Genetic dicine to treat Zizi’s condition."

[DING! Congratulations to the Host for triggering a special reward!]

[???: The prize is one specially made Genetic dicine.]

[Congratulations to the Host for making the right choice. It would take several more decades for this dicine to be successfully developed on Blue Star.]

[This dicine can be taken orally.]

Wen Ying looked at the dicine’s description and saw a glittering, five-pointed red star pattern behind it.

The dicine itself was shaped like a five-pointed star.

It was red all over.

Wen Ying took Zizi’s mother and Zizi back to the clinic and had Zizi take an afternoon nap.

Zizi’s mother sat in the clinic helping to clean up. Wen Ying didn’t refuse her help. Instead, she drew another talisman, this ti with a four-leaf clover on it, and placed the talisman paper on the sleeping Zizi.

She also took the Genetic dicine out of the system’s space and placed it in Zizi’s mouth.

She used her Spiritual Energy to guide it down, helping the sleeping Zizi swallow the dicine.

At four in the afternoon, Zizi’s mother tried to wake her daughter up, but Zizi didn’t stir even after she called her na several tis.

By five o’clock, Zizi was still fast asleep.

Zizi’s mother grew anxious and found Wen Ying planting flowers in the backyard. "Doctor Wen, why won’t Zizi wake up?"

"She’s probably just very tired. Let her sleep a while longer."

Zizi’s mother didn’t say anything more.

At seven in the evening, Zizi was still sleeping.

Zizi’s mother made so simple noodles there, and she and Wen Ying each had a bowl. After cleaning up, she looked at Wen Ying. "Doctor Wen, Zizi... What’s wrong with her?"

"Don’t worry. You’ll understand when she wakes up."

But Wen Ying had never been a mother. How could she possibly understand the inner tornt and struggle of one?

"Doctor Wen, did Zizi take so dicine?"

Zizi’s mother asked after thinking for a long ti. It was impossible for Zizi to sleep this long for no reason.

"Yes."

Only then did Zizi’s mother let out a sigh of relief. But she didn’t sleep at all that night, sitting by Zizi’s side the entire ti, watching over her daughter.

When Wen Ying woke up the next morning, she saw Zizi’s mother with two giant dark circles under her eyes.

Wen Ying checked on Zizi. "Don’t worry. She’ll sleep for another day at most. After that, you’ll see a perfectly healthy Zizi."

Hearing this, the heart that had been hanging in Zizi’s mother’s throat finally settled.

’If Zizi can be cured,’ she thought, ’I’d be willing to wait ten years, let alone one day.’

Another night fell, and Wen Ying couldn’t stop Zizi’s mother, who hadn’t slept for a full day and night, from cooking for her.

She brought back two potted flowers from the street and placed them in the courtyard.

She also got three vases from Uncle Zhang’s general store, cut so of the flowers herself to make arrangents, and placed them in the clinic.

The clinic seed to have gained a touch of holiness.

anwhile, the people on the street knew that there were two guests at the clinic who had co from the city looking for Little Ying. But no one knew what for, and no one went to disturb them.

On the morning of the third day, Zizi was the first to wake up.

Zizi’s mother felt sothing being placed on her. Opening her eyes, she saw her daughter holding a thin blanket and draping it over her. "Zizi, you’re awake! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zizi smiled and shook her head. For the first ti, a light seed to appear in her eyes, an indescribable light. "Mo...mmy, I’m... o...kay."

Zizi’s mother froze, completely still. The blanket slid off her and fell to the floor, but she remained motionless, staring at her daughter.

Her daughter’s voice echoed in her ears. Mommy... Mommy... Mommy...

’How long has it been?’

’It seems like it’s been over three years since I last heard my daughter call ’Mommy’.’

’And now... am I really not dreaming?’

Zizi’s mother reached out and pinched her own thigh, hard.

HISS...

"Mo...mmy," Zizi said again, a little tentatively.

This ti, Zizi’s mother no longer suspected she was dreaming. She threw her arms around her daughter, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

Zizi could feel her mother’s emotions. She didn’t speak, just let her mother hold her quietly.

Ti passed, second by second, and this mont seed to beco an eternal image.

"You’re both awake, I see. Co out and have so breakfast." Wen Ying’s voice brought Zizi’s mother back to her senses. She turned to see Wen Ying holding a bag of breakfast.

Zizi’s mother wiped away her tears, took her daughter’s hand, and walked out of the room.

There were soup dumplings, fried dough sticks, soy milk, savory tofu pudding, and griddle cakes.

Sitting at the table, Zizi’s eyes sparkled, no longer lifeless as they had been before. She looked at Wen Ying and said, "Pretty sister, Zizi knows you’re the one who saved Zizi."

It was only then that Zizi’s mother’s mind cleared. Why would her daughter get better after just sleeping for two nights?

’Doctor Wen must have paid a great price, but seeing how poor I am, she doesn’t plan on letting pay her back.’

’Doctor Wen is truly a good person.’

’But I’m not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of others.’