Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

  Chapter 11 Grandpa, are you anxious?

   "Master, this is a psychological science consulting room, not a fortune-telling shop, and there are no fortune-tellers."

   Chen Yu observed the old man's face while explaining.

  The old man's face is ridiculously good.

   Only the palace of fate represents the recent fortune.

   There are ominous signs.

   "What is Psychological Science?"

  The old man looked bewildered.

  Chen Yu explained patiently: "Psychological science is also called psychology, which is a kind of medical treatment."

   "Psychiatrists observe and analyze patients' limbs and mental activities."

   “Helping patients with mental illness.”

   "In other words, this is a clinic?"

  The old man half understood what he heard.

  A deep disappointment appeared on his face.

  Just now, the old man passed by the door of the store.

  I feel very comfortable all over.

  The tension that had haunted me for many days disappeared without a trace in an instant.

   After taking a few steps forward, the tension reappeared.

  Back to the door of the store, the body and mind become comfortable again.

  The old man guessed that there must be a mystery in the store.

   I never thought it was a clinic.

  Chen Yu nodded and said with a smile: "You are right, sir. Since you are here, how about I help you see the doctor?"

   "Forget it, I'll go to the street to look for it."

   As he spoke, the old man turned around and was about to leave.

   "Master, you can't find those people. I'm afraid they won't come back within a few years."

  Hearing this, the old man stopped immediately.

  Turning around, staring at Chen Yu with a strange expression.

   "Boy, do you know who I'm going to find?"

"certainly."

  Chen Yu smiled faintly.

   "The real masters you are looking for, presided over by the mage, went in for team building more than a week ago."

   "They got in?!"

  The old man was shocked.

   No wonder I wandered back and forth in Hefang Street many times.

  None of the fortune tellers saw it.

   After working together for a long time, they all went in to eat in prison.

   "Feudal superstition is unacceptable. Only by believing in science can you cure your disease."

  In addition to tourists, Hefang Street is also filled with a large number of ignorant quacks.

  Tourists are deceived from time to time.

   In view of this.

  Relevant departments launched a massive campaign against feudal superstition.

   This is why.

  Chen Yu beat him to death and refused to admit that he knew magic spells.

  Once you recognize it, you may have to go in and step on the sewing machine.

   "But I'm not sick."

   "No, you are sick."

  Chen Yu showed a serious face.

   Point out that the old man suffers from severe anxiety disorder.

   "Am I anxious?"

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

  The son has a successful career, and the grandson has excellent academic performance.

  The house is big and the house is wide, and the bank deposit is tens of millions.

  Although my wife left early, there are still a lot of considerate old square dancing ladies around me.

  I don’t know how moist the days are.

  How could you be anxious.

  Chen Yu smiled and said: "One of the jobs of our psychiatrists is to help patients discover the hidden psychological diseases in their hearts and give them the most timely treatment."

   “You don’t feel like you have a mental illness, but you don’t know you’ve had it for years.”

  Seeing that Chen Yu spoke in a manner, the old man murmured in his heart.

   "Master, is it convenient for Fang to tell me your name?"

  Earlier, Chen Yu helped Zhou Kexin and Sakura change their lives.

  The merit and luck he obtained directly made him jump from an ordinary person to the early stage of Qi refining.

  The old man has a **** disaster.

  It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

  Chen Yu doesn't want a seventh-level pagoda.

   As long as you have merit and luck.

   The merit and luck of saving a life must never be less.

   "My name is Zhang Qingshan."

   After the old man finished speaking, he asked unconfidently: "Do I really have anxiety?"

   "Your son never got married, were you anxious?"

"anxiety."

   Zhang Qingshan said without hesitation.

   "When you were in your thirties, your son finally got married and had children, and divorced because of relationship problems. Are you anxious?"

"anxiety."

   "Recently I have been having nightmares, dreaming that my family is dying, are you anxious?"

   "Jiao...how do you know so much about my family?"

  Zhang Qingshan looked like a ghost.

   Chen Yu said that he is not a fortune teller.

  How do you know everything?

   "Through communicating with patients, we can indirectly learn about the patient's personal and family situation, which is an essential ability for our psychologists."

   Chen Yu took it for granted.

   "But I only said my name."

  Zhang Qingshan was completely at a loss.

   Fortune tellers tell fortunes to people.

   Also ask about the horoscope of the date of birth, and take a look at the palmistry and face reading.

  Chen Yu, a psychiatrist, only learned one name.

   Can see so many things?

   After thinking for a while, Zhang Qingshan glanced in the direction of the door.

   "Are you afraid of being caught, so you pretend to be a psychiatrist to tell fortunes?"

   "Uncle Zhang, I am indeed a psychiatrist. What I said is based on scientific evidence."

   It’s still the same sentence, I won’t admit it if I’m beaten to death.

   "You have been anxious about your son's marriage for a long time, and when your son divorces, you are anxious again."

   “Whenever something happens to your grandson, you become restless again.”

  “Over time, anxiety disorders have become a chronic disease in your body.”

   "The continuous nightmares in recent days are all due to the influence of the illness."

  Zhang Qingshan was taken aback when he heard this.

  I always felt that something was wrong, but Chen Yu spoke decently.

  Can't find any reason to refute.

   "Is there any cure for me?"

  Zhang Qingshan asked carefully.

   "Don't worry, treating anxiety disorders is a piece of cake for us psychologists."

   "I have two treatment methods here. Do you choose medicine or physical therapy?"

  Zhang Qingshan was puzzled and said, "Is there any difference?"

   “Medication, by definition, is taking medicine.”

   "As for physical therapy, I'll prescribe you a therapeutic device."

   "According to my instructions, either keep it at home or carry it with you."

   "With time, the illness will heal on its own."

   Chen Yu explained.

   "I want physical therapy."

  Zhang Qingshan is most afraid of taking medicine, so he chooses the latter.

   "Okay, wait a moment, I'll get you the treatment equipment."

  Chen Yu took out the key and opened the door of the storage room on the first floor.

  There are a lot of dusty grocery stores piled up in the house.

  Uncle and grandpa said that it was an antique shop for him.

   Discovered after taking over.

  Not a single antique can be seen here.

   I don’t know who turned it into a grocery room where groceries are piled up.

  Food, accessories, New Year pictures, dolls...

   "That's it."

  After some selection, Chen Yu chose a New Year picture.

  The fingers of the right hand turned into sword fingers.

   Shoot a flash of light at the New Year picture.

  The next second, the New Year painting floated up by itself.

   "Every evil retreats."

  Chen Yu pointed his sword with his right hand, gesturing to the New Year pictures.

  Warlocks and mages draw talismans, and they need to cooperate with magic brushes, cinnabar, gang steps, and time.

  Chen Yu, who has already embarked on the road of cultivating immortals and has the realm of refining Qi.

   No need for these steps at all.

   As for the power of the effect.

   It is a million points stronger than ordinary spells.

   A moment later, Chen Yu walked out of the storage room with the New Year painting that had imbued it with aura.

  Just glanced at it, and Zhang Qingshan was dumbfounded.

  After living for more than sixty years, Zhang Qingshan saw this kind of treatment equipment for the first time.

  (end of this chapter)