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

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

"Little Ying, are you eating?"

"Uncle Zhang, is something 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 mealtime!’

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 immediately 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 me this Copper Coin, what will you do if the old man comes looking to settle scores with you?"

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

"Well... I know, but what if he comes 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 me? You just finish your meal. I have to get going."

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

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

After finishing her meal, 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 me."

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

"System sweetie, this Copper Coin isn’t just some 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 some 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 seemed 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.

"Come in, Uncle Zhang."

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

Taking advantage of the time, 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 me the day before yesterday... it actually came 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 me the truth. Did the old man... did he really come looking for me?" 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 me that routine! I just want to know if that’s what happened."

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

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