Chapter 173: Chapter 171: Doctor Wen’s Killer Move~

The other man, sitting to the side, saw what was happening and knew they wouldn’t be able to achieve their goal today.

He figured he might as well take a closer look at the clinic.

As he looked around, he noticed some small items on a wooden shelf against the wall, but this was a clinic.

’Those trinkets probably aren’t just trinkets. Could they be... the so-called medicine?’

Seeing his partner racking his brain, he stood up and walked over to the wooden shelf.

"Doctor Wen, I remember now! Last month, my mother and my wife bought two fine items—an old ring that my mother liked so much she started wearing it, and an old painting. They said they got both pieces from the same place. I looked at them at the time but didn’t notice anything unusual."

Old Jiang recalled looking them over several times and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple of old objects.

’If they liked them, they should just buy them,’ he’d thought.

Who would have thought those things might be the very culprits threatening to tear his family apart?

"Doctor Wen, could that be it? Is there a way to fix it?"

"The consultation fee is one thousand yuan."

Old Jiang immediately took out his phone, scanned the code, and paid.

"You’re right. There are lingering spirits attached to those items, and as it happens, those two spirits were mortal enemies in life."

"So my mother and wife... will they be okay physically?"

Wen Ying shook her head. "The attachments aren’t deep. They can only affect their emotions and haven’t impacted their physical health yet. But if this continues long-term, I can’t say for sure."

Old Jiang was incredibly relieved.

He felt lucky that he’d accepted this mission from his organization. He had originally just wanted to get away for some peace and quiet and think of a way to solve the problem.

He never expected to actually find a solution.

This was a pleasant surprise.

"Thank you, Doctor Wen! It’s a good thing I met you!" Old Jiang said, his face full of relief.

Wen Ying smiled. "The medicine for your mother and wife will be three thousand."

Although Old Jiang felt a slight pang at the cost—four thousand yuan spent on this trip—if it could solve his family’s problems for good, it was more than worth it.

After paying swiftly, he stared at Wen Ying with a burning intensity.

If a young man were staring at Wen Ying with such a gaze, people might think he was an admirer. But being stared at like this by a man approaching forty was still a little awkward.

Old Jiang watched as Wen Ying took two sheets of Yellow Paper from her desk drawer. She then pulled a ballpoint pen from her hair bun and began to draw on them.

Old Jiang recalled the rumors online, which said that Doctor Wen’s talisman painting seemed exceptionally casual.

They also said the ballpoint pen in her hair was no ordinary pen.

Seeing it now, he realized it was all true.

’Doctor Wen isn’t just beautiful, young, and accomplished; her methods are just what you’d expect from a master,’ he thought.

The more Old Jiang watched Wen Ying, the more he was convinced that this Doctor Wen was incredible.

’Truly extraordinary,’ he mused.

His organization had dealt with its share of famous local masters, but most of them were incompetent frauds and so-called spiritual swindlers.

Those with genuine abilities were few and far between, and even their skills were usually limited to things like face-reading and feng shui.

As Old Jiang was lost in his thoughts, he heard Wen Ying’s voice. "Does your mother have any favorite things?"

Old Jiang thought for a moment. "She likes old rings. That’s about her only hobby."

"And your wife?"

"My wife likes paintings."

"Paintings of what?"

"Well..." Old Jiang thought hard but couldn’t come up with an answer. He suddenly realized he didn’t seem to pay enough attention to his wife.

His wife had been married to him for over twenty years, and their children were already grown.

Yet he had overlooked the things she liked.

"I’ve seen her buy a few paintings... I think they had bamboo on them?"

Wen Ying didn’t ask any more questions and simply lowered her head to continue her work.

「Twenty minutes later.」

’I’ve done my best,’ Wen Ying thought. ’This should be perfect.’

Old Jiang looked at the two sheets of talisman paper placed before him. One depicted an emerald gemstone ring.

The colors were surprisingly realistic. Although he had never seen a real one, he had seen plenty on television.

Every time one appeared, his mother would comment on it to him. After so many years, he remembered.

He glanced at the other sheet. It had... a stalk of bamboo drawn on it?

Compared to the style and colors of the emerald ring, the bamboo stalk was clearly quite plain.

Just a single, bare stalk of bamboo.

It looked rather unremarkable.

"Doctor Wen, is this the... medicine for my mother and wife?"

He still felt awkward finally saying the word "medicine."

But people online had said that if you didn’t acknowledge what Doctor Wen gave you as medicine, she might get angry.

So, despite his reservations, Old Jiang called it medicine.

’Masters always have their little quirks,’ he thought.

’And Doctor Wen’s quirk is far more normal than most.’

"Yes. I drew them myself, and they’re quite effective. You can go to the convenience store next door and buy two red strings, and I’ll help you thread them."

"I’ll go," said the other man, who had been silent until now. He quickly took on the simple task and headed out of the clinic.

He was back in less than three minutes with two long pieces of red string.

Wen Ying used the red string to thread the talisman paper and handed them to Old Jiang.

Old Jiang took a deep breath. The great weight on his heart had finally been lifted!

"Doctor Wen, do these need to be worn close to the body? To be honest, some people in our organization have bought talisman paper before, but they never had any effect. I didn’t expect that your talisman paper... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to calling it medicine."

"It’s fine."

"I’m sure your medicine is effective, Doctor Wen, but I have to ask—is this a temporary fix or a complete cure? It’s just that my elderly mother’s health is too fragile to be trifled with."

"It’s a complete cure."

"Then thank you, Doctor Wen." The serious expression on his face finally cleared, like the sky after a storm.

Satisfied, he tucked the talisman paper into his pocket. Only then did he remember the original purpose of their visit.

He looked sheepishly at his partner. "Old Ye, about today’s business, what do you think?"

"Let it go. The director already considered that this might not go smoothly."

Wen Ying listened without interrupting.

"Doctor Wen, I’d like to purchase a batch of... medicine from you. What do you say?"

"Of course, that’s not a problem. While I haven’t joined, I am absolutely a patriot. If you need anything in the future, the organization is welcome to procure it from me."

The man didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He had to admit, Doctor Wen was devilishly clever.

’She just managed to land a huge business deal for herself without even trying.’

"What kind of medicine do you have here, Doctor Wen?"

"If you two aren’t used to it, you can call it talisman paper. But to outsiders, it’s still medicine."

"You’re very straightforward, Doctor Wen."

"Based on your profession, I’d recommend buying some peace charms and some Exorcism Talismans. Of course, the items on the wooden shelf are more expensive. You two can think it over. For your families, you could buy a few calming talismans for the elderly."

Hearing Wen Ying’s words, both men’s eyes lit up.

Older people all have their share of health issues, more or less. Many have trouble sleeping at night and wake up too early in the morning. Poor rest leads to poor health.

These calming talismans would clearly be incredibly useful!