I, a psychiatrist, see through fate is reasonable, right?

Chapter 33 The Enlightened Peachwood Sword
"I graduated from Hua University of Chinese Medicine with a postgraduate degree. I have a certificate."

Wen Ying looked at Li Min's father seriously and sincerely, the corners of Li Min's father's mouth twitched at what he said, he was probably teasing him.

What he asked was where did the fortune teller come from? Where did he ask about his education?
Forget it, those who have some skills probably don't like being asked.

"Doctor Wen, I trust you. Is it just for convenience to leave a contact information?" Li Min's father has been playing side-by-side all his life. If he has any real skills, then he doesn't. I admire and admire him very much, but I can't meet an expert, maybe I can't get into the eyes of an expert.

But now, seeing Wenying, his heart that had been silent was a little ready to move.

"Yes, if you want to see a doctor next time, you can make an appointment with me."

Watching Li Min's father take Li Min away, Wen Ying turned and walked towards the ancient street.

The flow of people is not too much, the sun shines through the clouds, revealing a trace of light, sprinkled on the ground.

The moisture in the air is evaporating little by little, and when Wen Ying walks by, there will always be a lot of eyes on her.

[I don't know why, but seeing this picture, I feel inexplicably comfortable. 】

[Did the anchor see our barrage?I want to ask if what happened just now counts as a quota for today's live broadcast? 】

【Doctor Wen is busy picking up leaks, how can he have time to see us?Besides, with this kind of camera like a pinhole, she can't see the barrage!She doesn't even have a cell phone! 】

"There is one spot left. Let's see if today's spot is on this street or in the live broadcast room."

[Frightened!Can the anchor see our barrage? 】

[This is clearly a guess, a coincidence!Have you forgotten the profession of Dr. Wen?A psychiatrist with professional reasoning!Inferring our thoughts is no small matter. 】

[I was so scared that I broke out in cold sweat!Fortunately, the doctor is still human! 】

"Little girl, are you here to buy antiques? Let me tell you, all these things I have are old and have a history, and there are many good things in them. If you miss it next time, you won't have this opportunity! It's a gift Elders? Look at this snuff bottle, how about uncle giving you a discount? If you don’t like to look at this stamp, it was used by a certain big shot, it’s priceless!"

In front of the shouting stall owner is a stall, and things are placed on a special plastic sheet, which is waterproof.

I have to say that this sale is quite rich, such as cups, bowls, teapots, old books, small stones, brushes, wallets, bracelets and the like.

Wen Ying, who didn't intend to stay at first, really stopped when she glanced at the stall.

"Boss, can this wooden sword ward off evil spirits?"

There was a flash of twitch on the boss's face, obviously he felt that the temperament of the girl in front of him did not match what he said, but he was a qualified vendor.

"Of course! I bought this mahogany sword from a monk! If you want it, you can pay 5000 yuan! I bought it for [-] yuan, so I can earn you [-] yuan, right?" Seconds, the boss has already thought of a speech.

"Sell it for 200 yuan?"

[Boss: 5000 yuan, Doctor Wen: 200 yuan!Isn't it all about haggling the price?Dr. Wen's bargaining is too ruthless!The king of masters! 】

[The boss is probably scolding his mother in his heart, and he especially wants to know what is the use of this wooden sword?Really ward off evil spirits?Does Dr. Wen need something like this? 】

[On the same floor, I heard that the doctor is here, what kind of evil spirits dare to show up? ! 】

"Little girl, you are not making fun of me, are you? This is the mahogany sword that has been consecrated by the master!"

"Boss, aren't mahogany swords commonly used in Taoism? What you are talking about is Buddhism. You should do your homework in advance. Monks don't use wooden swords. And you picked this thing from the mountain, right? That place is not clean."

(End of this chapter)