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

Chapter 12: Chubby Kids Driving a Sports Car

"Uncle Zhang, go back and hang this on your wall. I promise you won't have nightmares again, and your anxiety disorder will be cured soon."

Zhang Qingshan didn't even hear Chen Yu's words at all.

His eyes stared intently at the New Year's painting in Chen Yu's hand.

After a while, Zhang Qingshan asked with a stiff expression, "Is this the treatment device you're giving me?"

"Yeah."

Chen Yu nodded.

After receiving Chen Yu's clear answer, Zhang Qingshan's nose nearly went crooked from anger.

He was confident Chen Yu was holding an ordinary New Year's painting in his hand.

The manufacturer and production date were even written in the lower right corner.

There were two jubilant, chubby kids in the painting.

And then...

The scene turned strange.

The two chubby kids were sitting in a sports car, and one of them was in charge of driving.

They were driving a freaking roadster with a lot of gold, silver, and jewelry in the back of the carriage.

Looking at Zhang Qingshan's pale face, Chen Yu could easily guess what the old man was thinking.

"Uncle Zhang, you might not know this, but there are many different treatment devices for mental illnesses."

"It's not the machine or instrument that most people imagine."

Chen Yu began to explain his reasoning.

New Year's paintings represented joy and celebration.

Anxiety disorders are a derivative of negative emotions.

Thus, looking at the festive New Year's paintings daily could effectively alleviate and treat this mental illness.

"Look, it has such a good meaning."

"This painting has a car, a kid, and money."

Holding the New Year's painting in one hand, Chen Yu pointed at the chubby boy driving the car with the other.

"Using a New Year's painting with positive energy to treat a mental illness that represents negative energy, are you still afraid that your illness won't be cured?"

"That makes sense..."

Zhang Qingshan was no longer shocked and unhappy; the more he looked at this New Year's painting, the more pleasing it was.

The chubby kid in the New Year's painting looked exactly like his grandson when he was young.

Zhang Qingshan carefully rolled up the New Year's painting and took out his phone. He asked, "Young man, how much should I pay you?"

"Including the treatment and device fees, please pay me 5,000 yuan."

"So expensive!"

Zhang Qingshan was shocked.

In the past, when he came to find someone to read his fortune, it would only cost a few hundred yuan each time.

Yet Chen Yu was asking for 5,000 yuan.

"Please don't think that 5,000 yuan is expensive. Compared to your condition, 5,000 yuan is really too cheap."

Chen Yu asked Zhang Qingshan to think carefully.

Once his anxiety worsened, Zhang Qingshan would be hospitalized.

Not to mention the hospital fees; his son and grandson alone wouldn't be able to work or study properly.

After calculating all the different factors, 5,000 yuan to cure his illness was worth every penny.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll transfer the money to you now."

Zhang Qingshan had always been soft-hearted.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that Chen Yu was thinking the best for him.

He transferred 5,000 yuan to Chen Yu's QR code without another word.

"Old sir, you're quite the tech-savvy person."

Zhang Qingshan was using the latest iPhone, and Chen Yu saw many social media and livestream apps on his phone while opening the payment app.

"Young man, I'll head home now."

"Take care."

With such a high-quality customer, after-sales service was naturally necessary.

Chen Yu politely sent the man back out on the streets.

He did not forget to wave goodbye to Zhang Qingshan.

After returning to the shop, Chen Yu had an idea.

There are many unlucky incidents in this world, and Chen Yu could help resolve some of them by giving some pointers.

But there were some incidents that needed magic tools or pills.

As a believer in science, how could such stuff appear in his consultation room?

Chen Yu then found a folding shelf in the storage room and took half an hour to assemble it before placing it on the first floor.

He placed all his snacks, accessories, toys, and other goods on the shelf.

"Special medication for mental illness".

"Special treatment device for mental illnesses".

Looking at the two pieces of paper pasted on the shelves, Chen Yu wiped the sweat off his forehead in satisfaction.

There was nothing wrong with a psychological consultation room selling medicine and treatment devices.

Of course, these two items differed slightly from ordinary medicine and devices.

For example, Chen Yu injected spiritual energy into every item, equivalent to blessing them.

After resting for a while, Chen Yu turned on his phone and logged into an eCommerce website.

He found a shop in the same city and placed an order.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qingshan returned home happily with the New Year's painting.

He instructed the housekeeper to cook while standing in the living room, trying to find a suitable place for the New Year's painting.

After some consideration, Zhang Qingshan hung the New Year's painting behind his TV.

This way, he could see the festive New Year's painting when he looked up while watching TV every day.

This was killing two birds with one stone.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

An hour later, his son Zhang Jianshe and grandson Zhang Xiaobei returned.

As soon as they entered the living room, the father and son stared in confusion at the painting above the television.

"This is a treatment device I bought."

"Dad, are you sick?"

Zhang Jianshe's expression changed when he heard "treatment equipment".

"Sigh."

Zhang Qingshan sighed and told him about his mental illness.

"Grandpa, you've been deceived by him!"

Zhang Xiaobei, his grandson in his third year of middle school, spoke straightforwardly.

He knew his grandfather had met a scammer.

A random New Year's painting that cost 5,000 yuan?

The scammer might as well rob his grandfather!

"Dad, Xiaobei is right. You've been scammed."

Zhang Jianshe sighed inwardly.

His father, Zhang Qingshan, was a great person in every way, except that he was easily persuaded.

He believed everything others said and would spend money without hesitation.

The Zhang family was not short of money, but that didn't mean his father could spend money this ridiculously.

Let's ignore anything else; just those old ladies at morning exercise knew Zhang Qingshan was easily persuaded and generous with his money.

They would call him Brother Zhang affectionately, which was enough to coax his father to pay for all their exercise expenses.

"Don't speak nonsense. That young doctor can't be a scammer."

Zhang Qingshan retorted.

"Everything he said was accurate."

"The young man even predicted clearly when you got married and divorced."

Zhang Jianshe almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was the vice president of a university and a renowned educator in the local education scene.

Anyone who wanted to know his personal story could find out in minutes through basic internet searching.

"Grandpa, did you see his business permit and medical license?"

Zhang Xiaobei raised a crucial point.

"No, I didn't."

Zhang Qingshan shook his head, making Zhang Jianshe and his son look at each other.

They were sure that their old man had been fooled.

Calling that person a scammer was too high a claim.

Not only did he cheat Zhang Qingshan out of 5,000 yuan, he just gave Zhang Qingshan a random painting.

A painting of a kid driving a sports car, a roadster, too.

They couldn't believe the scammer could even give this out.

The father and son explained one after another, and soon Zhang Qingshan's face turned red from embarrassment.

Zhang Qingshan was easy to persuade, but that did not mean he was brainless.

Thinking about it carefully, there were indeed many weird parts of their conversation.

"Grandpa, I'll accompany you to settle the score with that scammer tomorrow!"

Zhang Xiaobei took out his phone and was about to contact a few of his tall classmates.

Together, they would go looking for trouble with Chen Yu.

"Don't mess around. I'll handle this matter."

Zhang Jianshe took out his phone and was about to call the relevant department to report it.

At that moment, a black wisp that was hard to see with the naked eye emerged from the top of Zhang Qingshan's head.

The black wisp condensed into a line and floated straight to the crystal chandelier above the three of them.