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

Chapter 32: Detoxification Tea,100,000 Yuan

As soon as Chen Yu said this, Zhang Qingshan almost fell off his chair.

Poisoned?

"Dr. Chen, are you sure my son is poisoned?"

Zhang Qingshan was shocked, and Zhang Jianshe had his heart in his throat.

"I'm a professional psychologist. I won't make an unfounded diagnosis."

Chen Yu's words did not calm Zhang Jianshe down but instead made him more concerned.

A psychologist who could diagnose his patient as poisoned—what's happening?

"Dad, Grandpa, if I get poisoned, will I die?" Zhang Xiaobei asked nervously.

"Don't worry, grandson. Dr. Chen will definitely make sure you're fine."

After comforting his grandson, Zhang Qingshan turned his head to Chen Yu and asked.

"Dr. Chen, who the hell is it that wants to harm my precious grandson?"

"Your grandson likes drinking Coke very much," Chen Yu explained. "He drinks at least three or four bottles daily, right?"

"That's right."

Zhang Qingshan had mixed feelings about this.

"I know it's not good to drink too much coke, but when I thought about how my grandson is a poor child without a mother, I let him be."

"Wait!"

"Dr. Chen, could it be that my son's problem was caused by drinking Coke?" Zhang Jianshe interrupted his father.

"Yes," said Chen Yu.

"Is that even possible?"

Zhang Jianshe looked at Zhang Xiaobei in shock.

The father and son looked at each other.

This was the first time they heard that drinking too much Coke could cause poisoning.

Smiling, Chen Yu asked, "Is there a grocery store at the entrance of your school?"

"Yes, there is." Zhang Xiaobei quickly nodded.

"Every day before you go to school, you head to that grocery store to buy five bottles of Coke. You will finish three bottles at school and take two bottles home to drink."

"This has been happening daily for the past three months."

This time, the Zhang family stayed quiet.

Chen Yu's words were more than just accurate; it was as if he had seen it happen with his own eyes.

"His poisoning is directly related to drinking coke."

"To maximize profits, the shop owner bought the counterfeit Coke under the instigation of a salesman."

"The manufacturing cost of Coke is low."

"If counterfeit Coke wants to profit, it must use even cheaper ingredients than the original."

"This counterfeit Coke contained artificial flavors and colors that are strictly prohibited."

"While imitating the taste of the authentic Coke, the cost has been greatly reduced."

Chen Yu explained this to Zhang Jianshe in a low voice.

The artificial chemical poisoning was causing Zhang Xiaobei's results to deteriorate, as well as his erratic excitement and depression.

"Those bastards! This bunch of exploiters deserved to be cut into pieces!!"

Zhang Jianshe, who had always been a self-proclaimed educational elite, cursed out loud for the first time.

As for the danger of drinking large amounts of artificial chemicals,

Zhang Jianshe, a university principal, was well aware of this.

Artificial flavorings and colors have a massive impact on the intellectual development of underage kids.

A minor's liver and secretion functions were not fully developed, and thus could not fully expel the harmful toxins from these colored drinks.

The result was that it would affect the development of the minor's intelligence.

One of the major side effects was that it interfered with metabolism and the nerves in the brain.

Zhang Qingshan was so furious that his face turned black.

His poor grandson had been motherless since he was a child, so as a grandfather, he tried to be as doting as possible to compensate.

He never expected that his pampering would almost cause his grandson to become a fool!

At that moment, Zhang Qingshan wished he could chop the black-hearted shop owner and the beverage factory owner alive.

"Principal Zhang, Uncle Zhang, please calm down."

Chen Yu consoled them, saying, "Fortunately, we discovered this early, so there's still room for turning the situation around."

"As long as he stops drinking this harmful drink, he will return to normal in about half a year."

"No, I'm afraid he can't make it in time." Zhang Jianshe quickly said.

"Dr. Chen, you might not know this, but he will take his middle school standardized test soon."

"Do you have any way to make him return to normal quickly?"

Zhang Jianshe had already dismissed the idea of allowing his son to take his middle school standardized test when he didn't know why he was erratic.

He was prepared to bring him to a more prominent city to see a doctor.

Now that there was hope, Zhang Jianshe naturally hoped that his son would recover as soon as possible.

"Of course, there is a way to recover quickly, but it's a little expensive."

If this had happened a few hours ago, Chen Yu would be helpless to aid in this child's recovery.

A few hours ago, his cultivation level could only help others drive away evil spirits.

That was back then, and things were different now.

Chen Yu's cultivation had advanced a level since absorbing the thick strand of merit and luck, though not by leaps and bounds.

He advanced from the early to the middle stages of the Aura Refinement Stage.

He was only a step away from the peak of the Aura Refinement Stage.

It was difficult to put the advantages of increasing his cultivation level into words, but the most obvious was that he could now cast a wide range of spells.

Aside from exorcism, Chen Yu had mastered a variety of spells, including the ability to bless one's home, luck, marriage, and fertility.

"Money is not a problem."

Zhang Jianshe didn't even think about it when he said this.

"As long as my son can take his standardized test normally, I'll give you however much you want."

"Alright, I'll write up a prescription."

After saying so, Chen Yu walked to his desk and sat down.

He picked up a pen and paper on his table and started writing.

"A prescription?"

There were two lists, and Zhang Jianshe was stunned when he read the first one.

A bottle of detoxification tea.

Taken orally.

500 milliliters.

100,000 yuan.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pay up!"

Zhang Qingshan urged his son.

Although the Zhang family wasn't involved in business, they did not lack money.

Zhang Jianshe constantly lectures, and with all his benefits, he earns between one and two million yuan annually.

To them, 100,000 yuan was nothing.

"Oh."

Zhang Jianshe, who had regained his senses, took out his phone and scanned the payment code on Chen Yu's desk.

Chen Yu kept the other list as a receipt.

Because psychological consultation was all about science, charging for medicine had to adhere to strict guidelines.

Walking up to a shelf, Chen Yu picked up an item.

He pointed with his index finger and drew a curse-dispelling charm on the bottle.

Mystic Gate Technique, Chaos Dissolution.

Five Thunder Vajra, Curing All Diseases.

With the combination of spiritual energy and incantation, everything was ready.

"Drink a mouthful every morning and evening. After five days, the child will be fine."

As Chen Yu turned around, he handed over a bottle of tea.

Zhang Jianshe saw the packaging clearly.

Eastern Tree Leaf, Orange Flavor.

It was clearly written on the bottle cap that there was still one month before its expiration date.

"Is this the detoxification tea?"

Zhang Jianshe felt that his brain was clogged up.

This tea was sold all over the streets, costing at most five yuan.

Chen Yu charged 100,000 yuan for it here, and it was about to expire.

It would only be two or three yuan in a supermarket, no?

"Tea can detoxify poison," Chen Yu said sternly. "It's especially useful to treat your son's dire condition."

"Take it."

Zhang Jianshe took the bottle of tea in a daze and felt a slight pain in his heart.

No matter how he looked at it, he did not think that this thing could detoxify the poison.

"Hurry up and thank Dr. Chen."

Zhang Qingshan turned into Chen Yu's diehard fan again.

He nudged his son, gesturing that he should thank him.

Even if it was just a piece of toilet paper, it was something that had been passed to them by an expert.

It was no longer the same old thing by then.