Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Sir, Are You Anxious?

“Sir, this is a psychological consultation room, not a fortune-telling shop. There are no fortune-tellers here.”

While explaining, Chen Yu observed the old man’s facial features.

The old man’s facial features were ridiculously good.

Only the “Self Palace” facial feature that represented recent luck had an ominous sign.

“What is psychological consultation?”

The old man was confused.

“Psychological consultation is a type of medical treatment in psychology,” Chen Yu patiently explained.

“A psychologist will observe and analyze the patient’s physical and mental activities.”

“They also help patients with mental illnesses.”

“In other words, this is a clinic?”

The old man finally seemed to understand Chen Yu’s point.

A look of disappointment appeared on his face.

The old man was feeling uncomfortable before passing by the shop’s entrance.

However, the tension that had been bothering him for many days instantly disappeared without a trace after passing by Chen Yu’s shop.

After taking a few steps forward, he was hit by that sense of nervousness again.

His body and mind relaxed only once he retraced his steps back to Chen Yu’s shop.

The old man guessed that there was a secret in this shop.

Unexpectedly, it was a clinic.

Nodding, Chen Yu smiled. “Sir, you’re right. Since you’re here, why don’t I help you out?”

“Forget it; I’ll go look for one.”

With that, the old man turned around and was about to leave.

“Sir, you won’t be able to find those people. I’m afraid they won’t be able to return within a few years.”

Hearing this, the old man immediately stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and stared at Chen Yu with a strange expression.

“Young man, do you know who I’m looking for?”

“Of course.”

Chen Yu smiled faintly.

“The Taoist masters and fortune-tellers you’re looking for all went on a “team-building correction” more than a week ago.”

“All of them?!”

The old man was shocked by that.

It was no wonder he couldn’t find anyone to read his fortune, despite walking back and forth on River Street.

After all, they were all in jail.

“Superstition is not a good thing to have. Only by believing in science can your illness be cured.”

Apart from tourists, the streets of River Street were also filled with many ignorant and incompetent charlatans.

It was common for tourists to be deceived and scammed here.

Thus, the relevant departments launched a large-scale campaign to crack down on these feudal superstitions.

This was also why Chen Yu refused to admit that he knew metaphysics.

Once he admitted this, he would also be forced to enjoy a trip to a correctional facility.

“But I’m not sick.”

“No, you’re sick.”

Chen Yu replied with a firm expression.

He pointed out that the old man had a serious anxiety disorder.

“I’m anxious?”

After hearing this, the old man was even more confused.

His son had a successful career, and his grandson excelled in school.

His house was big and wide, and he had tens of millions in his bank account.

Although his wife left early, he was still surrounded by many old ladies during morning exercise.

His days were comfortable, so how could he have anxiety?

“One of the jobs of a psychologist is to help patients discover the illness hidden in their hearts and provide them with the most timely treatment,” Chen Yu said with a smile.

“You may believe you do not have a mental illness, but you may have been sick for many years.”

Listening to Chen Yu’s convincing words, the old man’s resolve began to waver.

“Sir, is it convenient for you to tell me your name?”

Previously, Chen Yu had helped Zhou Kexin and Cherry change their fates.

The merit and luck he obtained allowed him to jump from being an ordinary person to the early stage of the Aura Refining Stage.

The old man before him would encounter a bloody disaster.

It was said that saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda, and while Chen Yu didn’t want a pagoda, he would be content with merit and luck as a reward.

After all, the merit and luck of saving a life would never be stingy.

“My name is Zhang Qingshan.”

After introducing himself, the old man asked unconfidently, “Do I really have an anxiety disorder?”

“Were you worried that your son didn’t get married back then?”

“Of course.”

Zhang Qingshan replied without hesitation.

“When you were in your thirties, your son finally married and had children. Later, he divorced because of relationship problems. Were you anxious then?”

“Yes.”

“Recently, you’ve been having nightmares about your family dying. Are you anxious now?”

“I’m… how do you know so much about my family?”

Zhang Qingshan looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Chen Yu just mentioned that he wasn’t a fortune-teller, so how did he know everything?

“Through communication with the patient, we can indirectly learn about the patient’s personal and family situation. It’s an essential skill for us psychologists.”

Chen Yu stated matter-of-factly.

“But I only said my name.”

Zhang Qingshan was utterly confused.

At the very least, the fortune-teller who read people’s fortunes would have inquired about his birthday and examined his palm and face.

Chen Yu, a psychologist, only needed his name.

How could he know so many just from that?

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Qingshan looked at the door.

“You’re afraid of being caught, so you are pretending to be a psychologist to read people’s fortunes?”

“Uncle Zhang, I’m indeed a psychologist. What I just said was based on scientific evidence.”

Chen Yu replied with the same sentence, as he would never admit it.

“You were anxious about your son’s marriage, and that anxiety reignited now that your son is divorced.”

“Whenever something happens to your grandson, you will get anxious.”

“Over time, that anxiety has become a chronic illness in your body.”

“This is why you’ve been having nightmares continuously, because of that illness.”

Zhang Qingshan was stunned.

He felt something along those lines was amiss, but Chen Yu’s reasoning did make sense.

He couldn’t find any reason to refute it.

“Can I be cured?”

Zhang Qingshan asked carefully.

“Don’t worry. Treating anxiety is a piece of cake for us psychologists.”

“I can provide you with two treatment methods. Do you want to choose medication or physical therapy?”

“What’s the difference?” Zhang Qingshan asked.

“As the name suggests, medication will require you to take medicine.”

“As for physical therapy, I’ll prescribe a treatment device for you.”

“According to my instructions, keep it at home or carry it with you.”

“With time, the illness will heal itself.”

Chen Yu explained.

“I want physical therapy.”

Zhang Qingshan was most afraid of taking medicine, so he chose the latter without hesitation.

“Okay, please wait for a moment. I’ll get you the treatment device.”

Chen Yu took out his key and opened the door to the first-floor storage room.

The room was filled with a large number of dusty things.

His granduncle had mentioned that he was leaving an antique shop for him, but only after taking over did he realize there was not a single antique to be seen there.

It was unknown who had turned it into a storeroom for storing random stuff.

Food, accessories, New Year’s paintings, dolls…

“This is it.”

After a round of selection, Chen Yu chose a New Year’s painting.

He stretched out the first two fingers of his right hand and shot out a beam of spiritual light at the New Year’s painting.

In the next second, the New Year’s painting floated up.

“All evil retreats.”

Chen Yu pointed his fingers at the picture, gesturing with his right hand.

When a mage or warlock drew talismans, they needed magic brushes, cinnabar, dances, and all of this at the right time.

Chen Yu, who had already stepped onto the path of immortality and was in the Aura Refining Stage, did not need these procedures.

As for the effect and power of his talismans…

It was “only a little” stronger than ordinary talismans.

A moment later, Chen Yu left the storage room with the New Year’s painting imbued with spiritual energy.

With just one glance, Zhang Qingshan was dumbfounded.

This was the first time in his 60-year life that Zhang Qingshan had seen such a treatment device.

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