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

"I can, but... you’ll need to bring your child to see me in person. I’ll conduct an initial counseling session first."

[Doctor Wen’s sudden condition startled me (*´◒) But as long as she can be cured, that’s all that matters!]

[Zizi is so lucky to have met Doctor Wen!]

[Zizi’s mother won’t have to suffer so much anymore! Doctor Wen is a true saint! GO VIRAL! GO VIRAL! GO VIRAL! GO VIRAL! GO VIRAL!]

[Forgive me for asking, but where is Doctor Wen located? I want to go see her too.]

Zizi’s mother listened to Wen Ying, her heart filled with hesitation. ’Take Zizi out of town?’

She clearly had no intention of doing so. Besides, Doctor Wen was a psychologist. She had already taken Zizi to see far too many psychologists, including so-called "experts."

Every doctor had said Zizi’s condition was incurable. She didn’t understand why Doctor Wen was insisting she bring Zizi to see her.

The expense would be considerable, and she didn’t want to go.

’I’m grateful to Doctor Wen, of course,’ she thought, ’but I could just buy her a gift instead. The money I’d save on travel and accommodations would be more than enough for that.’

In their family’s current financial state, she couldn’t afford to waste a single penny.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Doctor Wen." After thanking her, Zizi’s mother gritted her teeth, preparing to send another thousand-yuan tip.

"You don’t need to tip me again. Your consultation fee has been paid in full. You can save that money for your travel expenses."

Zizi’s mother looked at Wen Ying hesitantly, unsure how to refuse.

After all, this woman was her family’s benefactor, but she was truly unwilling to spend the money. Saying so out loud, however, would seem ungrateful and would surely wound Doctor Wen’s pride.

[What’s wrong with Zizi’s mother? Don’t tell me she doesn’t trust Doctor Wen...]

[Zizi’s mother has taken Zizi to see lots of psychologists with no results, so... I guess she’s afraid of wasting money for nothing. Now that I think about it, I can understand where she’s coming from.]

[Zizi’s mother, don’t be a fool! Doctor Wen’s skills are nothing like those of an ordinary psychologist! You have to take Zizi to see her! There are things I can’t say openly, but I really hope you don’t miss this chance!]

[I agree with the person above. Doctor Wen’s abilities are... profound! I’ll leave it at that.]

[I hope Zizi’s mother doesn’t let her fear of the short-term cost ruin Zizi’s entire life!]

[Zizi’s mother, you have to trust Doctor Wen! If Doctor Wen is willing to help, there’s nothing she can’t do (shh, keep it on the down-low)!]

[You’ll regret it if you miss this chance! I’m getting so frustrated and anxious just watching!]

The viewers who were familiar with Doctor Wen were all racking their brains trying to persuade Zizi’s mother. They had, after all, seen plenty of incredible things in Doctor Wen’s livestream. And while Doctor Wen always insisted that she was just a professional psychologist, her fans knew the truth.

Since that’s what Doctor Wen said, they were happy to play along.

But now, watching Zizi’s mother’s hesitation, they couldn’t help but feel anxious.

If things continued like this for Zizi, then according to Doctor Wen, she might end up a simpleton for the rest of her life.

And they meant a true simpleton, the kind with low intelligence—not the "idiot" people throw around as a casual insult!

For a little girl as cute and beautiful as Zizi to become a simpleton... how heartbreaking would that be!

Seeing Zizi’s mother’s behavior, they couldn’t help but feel an exasperated disappointment.

Zizi’s mother was trying to think of how to refuse without upsetting Doctor Wen, but to her surprise, all the viewers in the chat were urging her to take Zizi for a consultation.

’Even if it costs money?’

This left Zizi’s mother feeling puzzled. ’No matter how skilled a psychologist is, they’re still just a psychologist!’

Zizi’s issues weren’t something mere psychological counseling could fix; it had been completely useless so far.

But now, she felt lost. ’Should I trust the viewers, just this once?’

If spending this money could truly cure Zizi, she would leave immediately without a second thought!

’As long as she can be cured, I’d give up everything we have!’

But right now, the path forward was shrouded in uncertainty.

Wen Ying said nothing more to sway the mother’s choice. After all, Zizi’s mother had to decide for herself.

"In that case, could you please private message me your address, Doctor Wen? I’ll bring Zizi to visit you."

Seeing Zizi’s mother’s decision, the viewers all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Wen Ying sent her clinic’s address to Zizi’s mother in a private message, and the mother disconnected from the video call.

[Is it time for the giveaway?]

[God knows how many days I’ve been waiting for Doctor Wen’s giveaway!]

[I’m excited for the prize! But please don’t let the prize be a video call slot! Doctor Wen, see this!]

[Same as the commenter above, I was so focused on the prize I forgot about that! Doctor Wen, can we talk about this? Please don’t make a video call slot the prize, okay?]

[Maybe you don’t want it, but other people do! Do you have any idea how many people are desperate for a consultation with Doctor Wen? Stop being so ungrateful! And don’t get in other people’s way!]

[Exactly! If you win the video call slot and don’t want it, you can just sell it!]

"All the video call slots for today are taken, so let’s move on to the giveaway. The rules are simple. I will ask one question. The first person to answer it correctly will win the prize."

This time, Wen Ying typed out the question.

Psychologist Wen Ying: [What is Doctor Wen’s profession?]

[Passerby A: A hot streamer!]

[Passerby B: A master fortune-teller]

[Passerby C: A doctor]

[Passerby F: A psychologist!]

[Passerby Z: An influencer!]

The answers were all over the place, but naturally, Passerby F was the one who got it right.

"Congratulations, Passerby F. You will receive ten sheets of my Yellow Paper."

[???? The prize is Yellow Paper?]

[For someone as popular as Doctor Wen, isn’t that prize a little pathetic?]

Passerby F: [Thank you, Doctor Wen! I’m so happy! I love Yellow Paper!]

Passerby F was a young man in his early twenties. For the last few days, he’d been having the same recurring dream about his deceased grandfather. In the dream, his grandfather would stand before him without saying a word, just staring at him quietly with a look of what seemed to be utter disdain.

He tried to speak to his grandfather, but the man never answered, simply appearing in his dreams every single night.

He’d been troubled by this for days and had even told his parents about the dream. But they clearly thought he was making a fuss over nothing, telling him that dreams were just dreams and he shouldn’t read too much into it.

As a result, that very night, he dreamt his grandfather chased him down and beat him with a cane.

When he woke up, his entire body ached, as if he had actually been beaten.

To his surprise, he won Doctor Wen’s Yellow Paper that very afternoon. He felt there must be some mysterious significance to it. ’Could this be fate?’ he wondered.

"I can see our patient, Passerby F, is very happy with his prize. Rest assured, once you use this medicine, your troubles will be resolved."

[Our bro Passerby F is a patient now too? Ooh! How exciting!]

[So what kind of psychological condition requires Yellow Paper? Patient Passerby F, can you tell us what’s going on?]