[This is hilarious! If you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into it. A psychologist? Shouldn’t you have said it was some freaking talisman you prayed for at a temple?]

[This guy should be canceled, if he has any conscience at all! He shouldn’t be earning this kind of dirty money at a time like this!]

[Can any pros out there figure out which company this is? Let’s all boycott them!]

[Wen’s Psychological Clinic? Holy shit! Isn’t that the name of Doctor Wen’s livestream? So this was painted by Doctor Wen... no! This was prescribed by Doctor Wen? Oh, then it’s all good!]

[Doctor Wen? I believe it! Doctor Wen would never try to make money like this. This has to be a pure coincidence!]

[Who’s this Doctor Wen? Some influencer? The guy above must be part of her paid comment army, right? Is this really the time to be promoting your idol? How does it feel to profit from a tragedy?]

When Zhang Shengli had spoken up, his actual intention was to give Wen Ying’s clinic a little promotion.

When the car crash happened, he thought he was going to die. Images from his entire life, from childhood onward, began to surface in his mind. They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, and Zhang Shengli had thought the same.

But he didn’t even get the chance to see it all. The scenes unfolding before him left him too stunned to speak.

If it hadn’t happened to him personally, he might never have believed it. But when disaster struck, and everyone else was hurt while he alone was completely unscathed, he knew. He looked down. The object on his neck had burned to black ash, but he could still feel a warmth flowing through his body.

Wen Ying was a master.

For a master like her to be holed up in a tiny town with no business day after day—it wasn’t fair.

Zhang Shengli came to this realization while sitting in the hospital waiting for his test results. So, when he saw a reporter from some unknown outlet looking for an interview, he told his story without hesitation. The only problem was that he no longer had any proof.

The talisman paper that had saved his life was gone, but he would do everything in his power to prove he wasn’t lying!

[Don’t argue with idiots! People who believe will believe! Besides, Doctor Wen never does talisman painting. She only prescribes medicine!]

[Give it a rest, haters! If you don’t believe it, go look at the trending topics from a few days ago! Have you all forgotten the terror of Doctor Wen’s reign?]

[Speaking of which, didn’t her last trending topic just die down a few days ago? And now Doctor Wen is back on top like this?]

[I have a wild thought... what if Doctor Wen becomes a permanent fixture on the trending list from now on?]

[To the person above: get rid of the "what if"! Be more certain! Is there any reason to doubt Doctor Wen’s abilities?!]

[Just let these haters keep running their mouths. They’ll find out just how incredible Doctor Wen is when they’re the ones in trouble!]

Meanwhile, the person at the center of this firestorm was currently at home, eating and drinking to her heart’s content, the very picture of leisure.

After the interview, Zhang Shengli started keeping an eye on the trending topics. He was a young man; he knew how these things worked.

But when he saw how many posts on the trending list were viciously attacking Wen Ying, he was completely stunned. The first thing he did was call his dad.

His dad picked up, and after hearing the story, immediately laid into him. "You little punk! Something this huge happens and you don’t tell your family? You think your mother and I are too old to help you, is that it?!"

Boss Zhang chewed him out for a good ten minutes before finally stopping. "As long as you’re okay. I’m going to go see Little Ying now. She’s our family’s savior."

Rummaging through his general store for what felt like an eternity, Boss Zhang couldn’t find anything nice enough to give as a proper gift. This was a debt for a life saved, after all!

Just as he was about to leave, Uncle Zhang suddenly remembered something. It seemed his own father had left him a copper coin before he passed away. At the time, he thought it must be some kind of treasure, and he’d even had people appraise it and had researched it himself.

But his dreams of becoming a rich man were shattered when the results came in!

Uncle Zhang dug out the Copper Coin, tucked it into his pocket, and headed toward Wen’s Psychological Clinic.