Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 1 Rent Due
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came from far and near.

Sean stood in front of the desk, looked at the man with his eyes closed and meditated respectfully, "Mr. Wen, it's time to go to the new district."

The man behind the desk is very young, but his aura that can frostbite people is daunting.

"Don't worry." Qinglie's voice paused, "Is there any news from the hospital?".

Sean, "It's still the same, and there is no sign of waking up. I have contacted Dr. Pei from the Psychological Association and will arrange to see the second son as soon as possible."

The man's eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, with a flash of coldness in his eyes, "My good second uncle is really cold-blooded, the parents and children are unconscious, and he still has the mind to do these messy things."

Xiao En nodded and listened without saying a word, Wen Miao didn't wait for him to reply, Shi Shiran got up, "Let's go, go and see what my good second uncle is up to."

There is a Nanyang Road in the new district, nicknamed the [-]th Line by the locals. On the left is a metropolis full of high-rise buildings, and on the right is a small urban-rural junction.

Jiang Lan's studio is rented in an office building in the urban-rural fringe area. Standing in front of the window on the third floor, she can clearly see the hustle and bustle on the other side of the road through the glass.

Today is even more lively. A new store has opened in the wealthy area opposite, and the excitement is comparable to that of a celebrity catwalk. It is said that many "big shots" in the industry were invited to join in.

Jiang Lan couldn't help but be envious after watching it. With such a big promotion, the turnover must soar.

Look at her small studio. If she doesn’t earn 1 yuan today, she will have to marry the landlord’s son and sell herself to pay off the debt.

Thinking about it is so anxious that I scratch my heart and lungs.

"Good morning!"

The quietness of the studio was broken, and Lao Lu was stuck at work again. After entering the door, he habitually walked to the water dispenser. The goji berries in the thermos cup were tumbling with hot water, and the aura of the middle-aged and elderly people was full at once.

Jiang Lan was used to his stinginess, "Where did everyone go? During working hours, there were supposed to be four people, but two were actually there. What's the situation?"

Old Lu smiled kindly, "Xiaobai has gone out to avoid debts again, and Bobo never works the morning shift."

Since the establishment of the Shuxin Counseling Office, there has never been a situation where all the staff came to work on time. Jiang Lan usually doesn't care about it, but today she couldn't sit still.
Lao Lu sat down at his work station, saw that her face was not right, and suddenly thought of that, "Is the rent due today?".

"Hmm, what else?" Jiang Lan got up and went back to the window, looking morbidly at the new shop full of guests opposite.

Speaking of which, Shuxin Studio does not make less money every month, and there are not many customers, so it is not too easy to support a few employees. The cost of living is nothing more than a dime.

Seeing that it was time to pay the rent soon, and my colleagues were all poor ghosts, there was no place to borrow money.

Lao Lu looked at her back and said hesitantly, "Boss, the salary should be paid in a few days. Look..."

"Do you want money?" Jiang Lan turned around, tapped the water dispenser with a half-smile, "Why don't you settle the water bill first?"

"Ha ha."

With a dry smile, Lao Lu took back the words asking for wages, then took out a colorful leaflet from his trouser pocket, and looked at it seriously.

Curious, Jiang Lan walked over and stood behind him and took a sneak peek, "So are you looking for the next one?".

From her point of view, the word "recruitment" is particularly eye-catching.

"Show me too, how is the salary, if it's good, I'll change jobs with you."

Lao Lu told her that she didn't look like a fake, and she panicked a little bit, "It's true, stop teasing."

Although Shu Xin is a bit poor, it is the psychological studio with the best atmosphere he has ever stayed in. Pity him for his age, and he really doesn't want to experience the sadness of job hunting.

"I'm not kidding." Jiang Lan was very serious, "Or, brother Lu will marry the landlord's son for me?"

"People don't like me either." Leaving aside his gender, and age difference, "Bobo is willing, but it's a pity that the little landlord doesn't like her."

Jiang Lan sighed when she thought of this, the small landlord is quite handsome, and the family conditions are the best for a charterer, so there should not be too many girls chasing after her.

As for how he fell in love with her, it is still an unsolved mystery of Shu Xin Studio.

Therefore, Jiang Lan has reason to suspect that the studio has no business this month, and the landlord and father have very serious suspicions and motives. After all, they have been expecting her to marry, and yesterday the old landlord came to discuss how much a dowry gift is appropriate.

Lao Lu also thought of this, and pushed the leaflet on the desktop, "Would you like to stop looking at this? The offer is really attractive."

"A professional counterpart?"

"Yes, it fits perfectly."

"A counselor?"

"division."

This is too coincidental!

Jiang Lan expressed doubts about all coincidences, picked up the leaflet and looked at it from head to toe, feeling more and more weird in her heart.

"Where did it come from?"

Lao Lu, "The newly opened one across the street, I received five copies of the promotional leaflet and paper towels!"

As he spoke, he opened the shoulder bag he carried with him, and there were leaflets and tissues in sight. Jiang Lan closed it manually for him, "You didn't say we were colleagues, did you?"

"That can't be."

Jiang Lan was relieved immediately, as long as the studio's reputation is preserved, she looked at the promotional page again, frowning slightly, looking at the promotional words in thought.

Do you want to time travel?
I have all the travel methods you want here!
Across time, create everything you want, turn your hands into clouds and rain, heal the wounds deep in your heart, or go back to the past to make up for the regrets in your heart.

Come on, Dream Eater will give you the most authentic experience!
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Jiang Lan flicked the promotional page back and forth, and there was such a vague statement in the front, and the recruitment information in the back, "Old Lu, tell me, is this time travel real?"

"I hope it's real. If I can really travel through time, I'll try it even if I sell everything." Lao Lu hugged his thermos cup and looked forward to it. Invest in shares, then buy houses and land..."

Jiang Lan, "Thoughts are quite organized, one link after another, and the initial funds are all there."

"That's not right, I dream about how to get rich." Lao Lu didn't like too heavy topics, so he asked instead, "Boss, if you can time travel, what do you want to do?".

"That's too much."

The corners of Jiang Lan's mouth curled up slightly, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. If she could time travel, the first thing she would do was to go back to before her father died, and let him deal with the mess and solve the source of her father's debt. .

Then, she found the ex-boyfriend who lied to her about going on a business trip but never came back.

Jiang Lan lowered her eyes and touched the crystal bracelet on her wrist. Perhaps she had worn it for too long, and the silver chain had lost its luster, but it was still well cared for.

Lao Lu, "Boss, tell me, will their so-called time travel be like making a movie, find a few extras to cooperate with the performance, and enjoy the feeling of being alone."

Jiang Lan, "I don't know, anyway, I don't see any relationship with the psychiatrist."

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