Chapter 9: Can a Psychiatrist See Bad Luck Entanglement?

When the uncle asked, a hint of worry seemed to flash across his face.

"I am Wen Ying, and you are? My grandmother has already passed away."

The uncle was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then sighed, "Your grandmother was right again."

After he finished speaking, Wen Ying finally learned that this uncle's surname was Zhang. He ran a grocery store not far away, close to Grandma Wen's clinic, making them neighbors. The last time Uncle Zhang saw Grandma Wen, she told him that the next time they met, it would be across the divide between life and death, and she hoped he could occasionally look after her granddaughter.

The older man finished speaking and glanced at the sign, "Psychological counseling?"

"It seems you're puzzled by this name. Aren't you going to continue running your grandmother's herbal medicine shop?"

As he spoke, he looked into the clinic. It was empty, and the traditional Chinese medicine cabinets he had once seen were all gone.

Hearing this, Wen Ying realized for the first time that Grandma Wen was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

"I don't understand traditional Chinese medicine. I just got my psychologist certification recently, so I can only offer psychological counseling."

The middle-aged man visibly showed his disappointment upon hearing these words.

"First, get me a peace amulet, the one drawn by your grandmother."

Wen Ying was somewhat surprised. Grandma Wen could draw talismans?

Of course, such words are not suitable to be asked.

"When my grandmother passed away, she didn't leave any talismans behind. Uncle Zhang, have you encountered some problem?"

Uncle Zhang's face was full of disappointment, yet it seemed to carry a hint of hope. "Then... can you draw talismans?"

It seems like trying to treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

Wen Ying shook her head, "I'm a psychologist, I don't draw talismans, but Uncle Zhang, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to me. Maybe I can help?"

Uncle Zhang heard this and let out a heavy sigh.

"It's useless, it's useless... If you need help in the future, just come to my shop and call for me," Uncle Zhang said as he turned and left.

"Uncle Zhang, wait a moment!"

Wen Ying looked at Uncle Zhang, dark clouds looming overhead, a vast expanse of blackness.

There was still a hint of red.

This is an omen of bad luck, which at its extreme could pose a threat to one's life.

Judging by Uncle Zhang's appearance, he was not a bad person; on the contrary, he was an honest and simple man.

How could I be plagued by bad luck?

"Xiao Ying, do you have anything else?" Uncle Zhang seemed to be in no mood.

"Uncle Zhang, before you came over, did you almost get hit by an egg thrown from above?"

"How do you know?"

"I also know that Uncle Zhang was chased by a stray dog this morning, and last night, when he was closing the shop and heading home, he had a bit of a scuffle with a drunkard and hurt his back."

Uncle Zhang looked at Wen Ying with a shocked expression, "You inherited Grandma Wen's mantle?"

"Uncle Zhang, this is a psychological inference. I am a psychologist. These are all deduced from your facial expressions and verbal behavior. If you trust me, pay me a thousand yuan, and I can help you solve this matter."

Uncle Zhang looked at Wen Ying with a strange expression. Although he didn't have much education or knowledge, he still knew what a psychologist was.

And the thousand yuan Wen Ying asked for was quite expensive; back when Grandma Wen sold him talisman paper, it was only two hundred yuan.

In short, this kid seems unreliable, probably just guessing blindly.

But thinking that Grandma Wen had once helped him, Uncle Zhang decided to give her the thousand yuan!

But from now on, he would never come again.

"Scan the code."

After receiving the money, Wen Ying asked Uncle Zhang to sit on the chair.

"Uncle Zhang, you are currently plagued by bad luck. During this period, you will encounter danger every day. Although you have been fine in the end, the situation seems to be getting worse. You are worried that one of these times, you might not make it through. Actually, you have had your doubts, but you believe that you have been a good person in this life and shouldn't be experiencing this, right?"

Uncle Zhang's expression immediately became excited, as if he had found a lifeline. "Yes, yes, that's exactly it! I didn't expect your psychological counseling to be so effective, Xiaoying! What should I do next?"