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

The life of that patient, "The Whole World For You," was likely ruined—and by his own hand.

There was still one call-in slot left. Wen Ying drank a glass of water and looked out the window.

The July air was humid and sweltering.

[Why isn’t Doctor Wen taking another call? There’s still one slot left today, right?]

[Doctor Wen has her reasons for what she does. We just have to wait.]

"Doctor Wen, hello."

A nervous voice came from the doorway, and everyone in the livestream chat finally understood why Doctor Wen hadn’t immediately started the second call.

[Doctor Wen is truly Doctor Wen! She must be psychic!]

[Couldn’t it be that Zizi’s mother sent a message before she came?]

On screen, Zizi’s mother stood in the doorway with the beautiful Zizi. It seemed they didn’t dare to enter without Doctor Wen’s permission.

Zizi was wearing a pink floral-print dress, her hair in two beautiful braids.

Her beautiful eyes were a little vacant, but her long, thick eyelashes made her innocence seem all the more genuine.

Her eyebrows were gently curved, her mouth was like a small cherry, and her cheeks were rosy as if she were wearing blush, a healthy red against her fair skin.

Due to the sweltering weather, a fine sheen of sweat had appeared on her forehead, which only magnified her beauty several times over.

She looked slightly different from when she appeared on Zizi’s mother’s livestream.

Everyone knew that Doctor Wen didn’t use beauty filters on her stream.

[I knew Zizi’s usual streams had beauty filters, but I didn’t expect her to be this beautiful in person!]

[It hurts me so much whenever I remember that Zizi’s beauty is a type of illness! Why must fate always make things difficult for the unfortunate?]

Wen Ying got up, walked over, and took Zizi’s hand, leading her into the clinic.

"Doctor Wen, this child normally doesn’t let anyone touch her! Other than her teachers and her father and me, she never lets strangers touch her, not even relatives. I can’t believe she’s actually letting you hold her hand today."

Zizi’s mother was very surprised.

She remembered one time when Zizi only wanted her father to hold her, not even her mother, and it had made her a little upset.

’But today, faced with Doctor Wen, whom she had never met, Zizi was actually letting someone hold her hand?’

Of course, seeing her on the livestream didn’t count.

For Zizi, her illness was constant. During the call-in, even though everyone thought she was watching the livestream, she was actually lost in her own world. Her concentration was very poor; she couldn’t control it, couldn’t perceive what was happening.

It was as if she were in a separate world, a world with only her in it.

[Hearing Zizi’s mother say that, Doctor Wen really does seem to have a special gift! A child like Zizi didn’t even reject her!]

[Sigh, I just hope Doctor Wen can cure Zizi’s illness! Let Zizi enjoy life and her childhood like a normal kid.]

[A neighbor back in my hometown had a kid like this, a "left-behind child." But everyone in the village thought he was just an idiot. No one looked after him, and no one thought it was an illness, just that he was born that way. So when he grew up, his condition got worse. His face was always vacant, he couldn’t speak properly, only mumbled. Sometimes he’d hit people, and he’d look at you with his eyes all crooked... It looked really... I found it terrifying... Does that mean I’m not a good person?]

[Forget all that stuff you guys are talking about, I’m worried Doctor Wen is going to end the stream!]

[Can Doctor Wen treat Zizi on stream? We promise our lips are sealed!]

[Doctor Wen, looking at the 800,000+ viewers online right now and thinking about the meaning of ’lips are sealed’... I can’t help but laugh! AHAHAHAHAHA!]

Wen Ying wasn’t looking at the livestream chat. Instead, she said a few words to Zizi, but Zizi only stared at her, not responding at all.

Zizi’s mother watched Zizi with some concern. ’Can Doctor Wen’s clinic really cure her?’

In truth, she wasn’t holding out much hope.

Wen Ying suddenly reached out and gently pinched Zizi’s cheek. In response, Zizi also reached out and pinched Wen Ying’s cheek.

Zizi’s mother was stunned.

"Zizi, how about I play a fun game with you?"

Zizi let go but still didn’t respond, though her eyes remained fixed on Wen Ying.

Wen Ying took Zizi’s little hand and led her to a beanbag chair off to the side. It was shaped like a cat.

"Zizi, you sit here and wait for me."

Zizi flopped onto the beanbag chair, obediently resting her chin in her hands as she stared at the cat’s eyes.

[I’m curious how Doctor Wen is going to treat Zizi.]

[Isn’t it a problem to do this on stream? What if she does something and gets reported?]

[Newbies in the stream! If you don’t know Doctor Wen, don’t be so quick to comment or spread the word! And especially don’t be quick to report her!]

[Agreed with the person above. Because getting proven wrong is really embarrassing!]

[Then what about the haters?]

[Actions have consequences. They’ll naturally get what’s coming to them!]

[Is this the enlightenment of a Doctor Wen fan?]

Taking a sheet of Yellow Paper from a drawer, Wen Ying pulled a small stool over next to the beanbag chair, then grabbed a cushion and sat down on it herself.

Zizi, who had been staring at the cat’s eyes, voluntarily turned to look at Wen Ying, and at the object in her hand.

Wen Ying spread the Yellow Paper on the stool, then casually pulled a ballpoint pen from her hair and held it in her hand.

"Zizi, what’s your favorite thing? I’ll draw it for you."

Zizi, who had seemed like she wasn’t going to speak, suddenly turned her head to look at her mother. Her mother covered her mouth, almost crying, but swallowed her tears and hurried over to crouch beside Zizi.

Zizi reached out, took her mother’s hand, and then lifted her mother’s wrist.

Everyone on the stream could see that on her mother’s wrist was a bracelet with a four-leaf clover on it.

"Doctor Wen, I get it. Zizi likes this bracelet."

Zizi’s mother took off the bracelet, wanting to put it on Zizi’s wrist, but Zizi pulled her hand away and hid it behind her back.

Zizi’s mother froze, not understanding why her daughter didn’t want it. ’Did I misunderstand?’

[Time for a wild guess as to why Zizi doesn’t want the bracelet!]

[I don’t think Zizi actually likes that kind of bracelet. Adults like them because they think the meaning is good. They just force it on kids!]

[The analysis from the person above is spot-on, but then why did Zizi point to her mom’s bracelet?]

[So does she like it or not? I’m so impatient! I seriously can’t stop myself from wanting to yell and ask!]

Wen Ying looked at Zizi’s mother. "Zizi does like the bracelet, but she wants *you* to wear it. If I’m not mistaken, Zizi’s mother, have you told Zizi about the meaning of the four-leaf clover?"

The dazed look on Zizi’s mother’s face came to life. She nodded. "A few times, but Zizi didn’t respond to me then. Did she actually understand?"

"She understands. She’s just unable to express it."

Zizi’s mother handed the bracelet directly to Wen Ying. She didn’t know what else to do, so she could only look at her.

The bracelet was sterling silver. Wen Ying didn’t refuse it, but took it and placed it on one side of the Yellow Paper.

[Host, should I censor this?]