Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

At that moment, Wen Ying lay on the floor of her clinic—

Her eyes were shut tight, as if she were sound asleep.

But her face was pale; she looked more sick than asleep.

She was curled into a ball, a posture that suggested she was seeking a sense of security.

「Three days later.」

When Wen Ying awoke, she found herself in a snow-white room, wearing familiar clothes and lying in a familiar bed.

This was a hospital room.

Doctor Wen sighed. The last thing she remembered was the sight of Younan Pinming in Loulan.

Clearly, she hadn’t managed to bring him back.

’If something happened to Younan Pinming on the other side, I’d have to bear some of the responsibility, wouldn’t I? After all, I was the one who claimed I could cure him in a single session.’

"Little Ying, you’re awake! I’ll get the doctor right now!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Aunt Zhang came in from the hallway. Upon seeing Wen Ying, she cried out in delight before rushing off.

The doctor examined Wen Ying and found no major issues aside from weakness, recommending she eat something light.

Aunt Zhang had already prepared some congee—millet congee with a little minced meat—and insisted on feeding it to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying did not refuse.

After she finished eating, Aunt Zhang looked at Wen Ying. "Little Ying, you’re so young, why are you working yourself so hard? Your health is what’s most important! If your Uncle Zhang hadn’t gone to check on you, who knows how long you would have been lying in that clinic. You really scared your Uncle Zhang and me."

Wen Ying meekly accepted the blame and listened to Aunt Zhang’s concerned nagging.

"That whole paper money business, let’s stop doing that! The safety of the living is what’s most important. We can’t even take care of everyone up here, how could we possibly manage things down below? You just rest. Tell your auntie if you want to eat anything, you hear? And don’t you be formal with me."

Wen Ying nodded. Although she wanted to leave the hospital, she knew it wasn’t the right time; she didn’t want to spurn their kindness.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days! A full three days! You really scared me and your Uncle Zhang! If the doctor hadn’t said your vital signs were normal, your Uncle Zhang would have been eaten up with guilt! He wouldn’t know how to face your grandmother."

’Three days.’

’That means it’s still another three days until the system finishes upgrading. Right now, I have no way of getting Younan Pinming out.’

’I can only hope his Merit will be enough to keep him safe for the time being.’

Lying in bed, Wen Ying closed her eyes but couldn’t sleep. After all, having slept for so long, even a pig couldn’t possibly sleep anymore.

"I’m heading home to make dinner. I’ll stew some chicken soup to help you build your strength back up. If you need anything, call me or your Uncle Zhang, you hear? To us, you’re like our own daughter. And since you don’t really have any other family in this world, just think of us as your family."

Wen Ying nodded with her eyes closed.

’How long has it been since I’ve felt what it’s like to have a family?’

’They say a cultivator must sever all worldly ties. I, too, was once misled by that notion.’

’In this life, I don’t want to make the same mistake again.’

After Aunt Zhang left, Wen Ying opened her eyes, adjusted the hospital bed, leaned back against it, and took out her phone.

The Spiritual Energy in her body was slowly recovering, but her reserves were still far below what they were a few days ago. It was clear she had overexerted herself this time.

’It seems I pushed past my limit.’

’If the system were active, I could use reputation value to buy some items to help me recover. But now, I can only rely on myself.’

’Am I really helpless without the system?’

Wen Ying unlocked her phone and looked at the trending topics.

To her surprise, even after three days, her name was still trending in the top twenty.

The topic about Younan Pinming was in the top five.

#UncoveringTheSecretsOfLoulanAncientCity#

It was a video, clearly a recording from Wen Ying’s livestream.

[Loulan Ancient City is a ruin, and people are still going there looking to die? You think finding treasure is that easy?]

[This guy looks rich. Why would he go looking for death?]

[So people just believe whatever Doctor Wen says? Are they really treating her like a god?]

[See? Something bad did happen! If you didn’t finish the video, watch the end! The guy seems to be in a coma. I heard the hospital checked him out and he’s basically a vegetable now. That’s the price of greed! It’s karma!]

[Didn’t that Doctor Wen fall into a coma too? She was chasing clout and must have done something to piss off the heavens. Well, look now! Her karma came for her!]

Wen Ying was unfazed by these comments. For her, it was like watching a play.

She had long understood the nature of keyboard warriors and internet trolls. If she let their words get to her, she’d be the real joke.

And clearly, she was no joke.

Seeing her fans’ comments, seeing them fighting with the trolls and haters on her behalf, stirred an indescribable feeling in Wen Ying’s heart.

[Who doesn’t get sick now and then? What, do you just drop dead every time you catch a cold? Why are you so hard on Doctor Wen? Does she owe you something?]

[You trolls must have really pathetic lives to be so obsessed with other people’s business all day. If you’ve got the guts, keep barking when Doctor Wen is back on her feet!]

[I’ve saved all their usernames and taken screenshots! Including their profiles! I’ll give them all to Doctor Wen when the time comes!]

Reading some of the comments, Wen Ying couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

"Listen, kid. That’s just how life is. Birth, old age, sickness, death—it’s all normal. If you live every day like it’s your last, you’ll find a lot of happiness."

Wen Ying looked toward the voice. There were two beds in the room, and the speaker was an old man in the one farther from the door.

She’d never seen him before and didn’t know him.

"Don’t be afraid. If you’re sick, get treatment. If you get better, live a good life. If it can’t be cured... well, that’s just what illness is."

Wen Ying nodded. "You’re right. That’s why I’m taking it in stride."

"What’re you in for?" the somewhat gaunt old man asked.

"Just weakness, probably from overwork. Nothing some rest and a few good meals won’t fix."

Hearing this, the old man found that the words of comfort he’d been about to offer were stuck in his throat.

"If it’s nothing serious, then what was all that crying and laughing about? You nearly gave this old man a heart attack!"

The old man shot her a glare, then closed his eyes and said no more.

Wen Ying just smiled, offering no reply.

On Weibo.

Psychologist Wen Ying V: I was just exhausted and fell asleep. I’m awake now. Thank you to all my Fireflies for your concern.

[WOW!!! Doctor Wen posted on Weibo! So happy!!!]

[Doctor Wen called us Fireflies! Waaah! I’ve been a fan for so long, and we finally have an official name!]

[No longer just some random fan on the outside! I’m a Firefly!!!]

[Doctor Wen is online! Where are all the haters now? Why’d you stop running your mouths? I hope she goes live with one of you, I’m so evil hahaha!]

[Doctor Wen, what’s really going on with Younan Pinming?]

Dangdangdang: [Didn’t Doctor Wen say she could cure him in one session? Why did the patient pay this time, only to get even worse?]

[Why isn’t Doctor Wen answering? Are you going to keep scamming people with your empty promises?]

Psychologist Wen Ying V replied to {Dangdangdang}: How do you know that patient isn’t undergoing treatment as we speak? Or is it that you’re only willing to hear what you want to hear? My apologies, but I can’t make you satisfied.