Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Not Anything Concerning, Just Poisoned
Zhang Qingshan spoke proudly.
He lowered his voice to his son and said, "Kid, now you know what it means to be experienced."
"What does it mean when Dr. Chen stares at my gift without blinking?"
Without waiting for his son to answer.
Zhang Qingshan answered, "It means Dr. Chen likes it very much. That's why he keeps looking at it."
Zhang Jianshe's facial muscles twitched.
Was Chen Yu pleased by the gift?
No matter how he looked at it, Chen Yu seemed shocked instead.
"Dad, how did you know Dr. Chen was in his shop?"
Zhang Jianshe immediately asked a question.
They arrived more than 20 minutes ago, pushed the door, and found it locked from the inside.
Zhang Jianshe believed that Chen Yu wasn't in his shop.
However, Zhang Qingshan insisted Chen Yu was inside.
"Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. Kid, you've got more to learn."
Zhang Qingshan said with a profound expression.
Zhang Jianshe almost vomited blood after seeing that.
Why bother asking me to learn if you don't reveal your secrets?
It seemed that he needed to find a chance to have a good talk with his father.
He must stop his father from hanging out with those aunties anymore.
That group of old ladies led an honest, good man astray.
"Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"
Chen Yu asked helplessly after staring at the statue for some time.
He was certain that the golden statue before him was indeed a statue of Sigmund Freud.
"I brought my grandson and son here to thank Dr. Chen for saving my life."
Zhang Qingshan gestured for the workers to carry the statue in and pulled Chen Yu aside.
"My family and I will never forget Dr. Chen's saving grace."
"You're an expert who lives in seclusion among the people. I didn't dare to dirty your eyes with just money."
"This statue is a token of our family's appreciation."
"Dr. Chen, please accept it."
After hearing Zhang Qingshan's words, Chen Yu felt something was amiss.
He quietly activated the Heaven Secrets Strategy and didn't know whether to laugh or cry after knowing the reason for this gift.
That picture of those chubby kids resolved the misfortune of the Zhang family.
Zhang Qingshan was so excited that he couldn't sleep the entire night, constantly thinking about what he should give to express his gratitude.
Zhang Qingshan asked his son and grandson to help him think about it during breakfast, and Zhang Jianshe suggested giving money.
Zhang Qingshan immediately slapped his son with his chopsticks.
A wise man regards money as nothing more than dirt; giving them money would be nothing but an insult.
His grandson, Zhang Xiaobei, suggested sending a gift.
Zhang Qingshan felt this was a good idea and asked his grandson what a good gift was.
Remembering that Chen Yu was running a psychological consultation room, Zhang Xiaobei suggested giving him a psychology-related gift.
This way, Chen Yu would definitely accept their gift.
Afterward, the grandfather and grandson chose a suitable psychology-related gift online.
Soon, the two of them saw a statue of Sigmund Freud.
Zhang Jianshe glanced at it and almost choked on his porridge.
He was left speechless by their choice, as gifting a statue of Sigmund Freud was unusual in and of itself, especially when it was covered in gold paint.
"Thank you for the statue, Uncle Zhang, but don't give me anything else next time."
After saying so, Chen Yu invited the Zhang family into the shop.
The statue of Sigmund Freud looked a little out of place but was acceptable when placed in his psychological consultation room.
If Zhang Qingshan gave him the state of the God of Wealth or the God of War...
Chen Yu wouldn't dare accept it.
After Zhang Jianshe paid the performers and sent off the gongs and drums, Zhang Qingshan introduced his son and grandson to Chen Yu.
Taking advantage of his father's introduction, Zhang Jianshe sized up the psychological consultation room.
The place wasn't big, but it was tidy.
There were portraits of many renowned psychologists on the wall, next to two shelves.
There were two labels attached to each of the shelves.
"Special medication for mental illness."
"Special treatment equipment for mental illnesses."
Zhang Qingshan rubbed his eyes and looked at the shelf again with a stunned expression.
He felt that his understanding of medicine had collapsed.
"Coke? That's great."
Zhang Xiaobei walked over to a bottle of Coke on the shelf, eager to buy it to drink.
"That's not coke. That's medicine for treatment."
Chen Yu said it coolly.
"But it's clearly Coke... A hundred thousand?"
Zhang Xiaobei was shocked by the price tag on the bottle of Coke.
The price tag printed a value of 100,000.
"Come back. Don't touch Dr. Chen's medicine."
Zhang Qingshan glared at his grandson.
If Chen Yu claimed that the bottle of Coke was medicine for treating illnesses, then it must be true.
Zhang Jianshe's mouth twitched again.
He couldn't accept his father's dropping IQ.
"Uncle Zhang, you came to look for me today for something other than to thank me, right?"
Chen Yu's stomach was already beginning to protest, and he wanted to end this as soon as possible.
This was so that he could hurry up and eat.
"Do you see that? As expected of Dr. Chen."
After last night's incident, Zhang Qingshan's trust in Chen Yu's abilities peaked.
He had already become a diehard fan of Chen Yu.
"Yes, Dr. Chen. We're here today because we have something else to consult you on."
Zhang Jianshe sorted out his emotions and explained that his son, Zhang Xiaobei, had encountered some problems.
He politely requested Chen Yu's help but never mentioned Zhang Xiaobei's problem.
"Principal Zhang, you've been bringing your son to the hospital frequently recently, right?" Chen Yu asked with a faint smile.
"Gasp!" Zhang Jianshe sucked in a cold breath of air
"You go to the hospital with hope and leave with disappointment every time."
"It's not that the hospital is incompetent, but there are far too many possible factors for his condition."
"The hospital cannot give you a clear answer in the short term."
Zhang Jianshe's expression became more shocked with each sentence Chen Yu spoke.
After waiting for Chen Yu to stop, Zhang Jianshe turned to look at Zhang Qingshan.
"Didn't I keep reminding you on the way here?" Zhang Qingshan complained angrily. "You just had to test Dr. Chen's ability."
"Are you convinced now?"
"Dad, you really didn't tell him all this?"
Zhang Jianshe could not hide the shock on his face.
"What are you talking about, kid? We came here together. Have you seen me use my phone even once?"
Zhang Qingshan glared at his son again.
"Dr. Chen, please don't mind him. My son is a good person, but he's too paranoid."
"He always insists that seeing is believing."
Zhang Qingshan apologized to Chen Yu with embarrassment, explaining Zhang Jiansge's intentions on his behalf.
"Xiaobei is as smart as his father. He has always been the best in his class, from elementary to junior high."
"But we don't know what's going on recently. He keeps getting jittery in class and can't calm down."
"His exam results have also plummeted."
"Even the simplest math problem takes tens of minutes to complete."
Zhang Jianshe thought his son was sick, affecting his studies and life.
Thus, he brought Zhang Xiaobei to every hospital in the city over the past half a month.
They did a lot of tests, and the results varied.
Some claimed it was a hyperactivity disorder, while others claimed Zhang Xiaobei's puberty arrived early.
Some hospitals even gave Zhang Xiaobei a more concerning diagnosis, stating that he had Scolionophobia.
"Dr. Chen, please look at my grandson's illness."
Zhang Qingshan frowned and pleaded.
"How would a good kid become like this?"
Nodding, Chen Yu glanced at Zhang Xiaobei's face.
"Uncle Zhang, don't worry. Your grandson's problem isn't anything concerning."
"He's just been poisoned."
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