Irregular stones, about the size of an egg, but seemingly ordinary, resembling pebbles.
It's just different from the pebbles; a shield was drawn on it with a pen?
Brother Zhang examined it carefully several times. It was indeed a shield, the kind he had seen in elementary school textbooks. "My spear is the sharpest spear in the world; it can pierce through anything. My shield is the strongest shield in the world; nothing can destroy it."
This shield is the same one depicted in the elementary school textbooks.
What does Dr. Wen mean?
Brother Zhang had some suspicions in his heart, but he couldn't quite figure out Dr. Wen's answer. After all, he wasn't a psychologist; he was just an ordinary police officer.
"This stone costs five thousand?" Cheng Cheng clearly possessed all the traits of a young girl—straightforward, outspoken, and lacking in flexibility.
And so, this sentence slipped out of her mouth.
"Xiao Cheng, this is the medicine prescribed by Dr. Wen, so you can't judge it by its appearance, understand? Have you forgotten the medicine we bought last time at the office?"
Cheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, recalling that incident. The male colleague she liked was almost pierced during the mission.
But because he took the "medicine" he bought from Dr. Wen, he returned safely.
Mysterious, though I don't know if it's just a coincidence.
"Brother Zhang, can these five thousand be reimbursed?"
Although they were police officers, their salaries were limited. A few thousand yuan was already a month's wages, not much different from ordinary people. They didn't have money either.
Brother Zhang looked at Dr. Wen upon hearing this.
Wen Ying couldn't help but laugh, "The other comrades don't need it for now. This medicine, Comrade Zhang, is for you."
Brother Zhang immediately took out his phone to scan the code. As soon as he scanned it, a video call started ringing on his phone. Brother Zhang glanced at it and hung up.
The fight continued over there.
After hanging up twice, he resigned himself to answering the call and walked to a corner, but both Wen Ying and Cheng Cheng heard it, "Old Zhang! Why did you spend so much money? Don't you know we need to pay for our son's extracurricular tutoring?"
"Wife, I'm at work, out with a colleague."
"Alright, then explain it to me when you get back tonight." The speaker also noticed the background behind her husband, which didn't seem like a place of entertainment but rather resembled a clinic. She also noticed the uniform her husband was wearing.
Brother Zhang glanced awkwardly at Wen Ying, "My wife manages the household finances."
"Sister-in-law has a blessed appearance; your life will get better and better."
"Then I'll take your word for it, Dr. Wen," Brother Zhang said, feeling even more satisfied after hearing Wen Ying's words.
After all, Wen Ying was no ordinary psychologist. When she spoke, her words were like pearls of wisdom—no, they were prophecies come true!
It's just that this thing is somewhat large and can't be strung around the neck. Brother Zhang was a bit troubled; how should he carry this thing around normally?
"Comrade Zhang, you can just put this stone in your pocket and treat it like a lighter."
Brother Zhang suddenly realized, "Dr. Wen, don't call me Comrade Zhang anymore, it's too formal. We're quite familiar with each other now, so why don't you just call me Brother Zhang?"
"Alright, Brother Zhang."
"Hey, Dr. Wen!"
Wen Ying, "..." The prefix "little" before the doctor's title always made people feel that the experience was shallow.
As everyone knows, all sick people prefer to be treated by specialists and chief physicians. Doctors with such qualifications are generally older, so when patients encounter older doctors in the hospital, they feel a greater sense of security.
"Smoking is harmful to your health. If possible, Brother Zhang, you should quit."
"If I don't quit, how much longer can I live?" Brother Zhang inexplicably asked this question, and after asking, he himself seemed somewhat incredulous.
"In less than ten years, Brother Zhang, you should take some time to visit the hospital. There's a good chance you have a lung nodule."
Brother Zhang immediately became nervous. You have to understand, the existence of this thing is not a good sign. If it keeps growing, he could be facing late-stage cancer in the future
My luck is incredible, meeting Dr. Wen!
"Alright! Brother Zhang will quit smoking right away! My daughter is only in elementary school, and I still want to see her get married."
Brother Zhang, while speaking, took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and threw it into the trash can.
Cheng Cheng watched these scenes, feeling as if she had underestimated Dr. Wen's influence on Brother Zhang. Did he really have a lung nodule?
The doctor didn't even examine him, just took one look and figured it out?
Could these eyes possibly see through things?
After leaving the clinic, Cheng Cheng couldn't hold back any longer and voiced his doubts, "Brother Zhang, do you really believe what Dr. Wen said? To be honest, I don't know how to describe my feelings. In this clinic, I didn't see anything related to medical treatment."
"So, what did you see?" Brother Zhang asked with a smile. Cheng Cheng was twenty years younger than her and indeed had seen too little.
"Beautiful lady boss!"
Wen Ying's face, even Cheng Cheng, who was also a beauty, couldn't help but be captivated.
Hearing Cheng Cheng's response, Brother Zhang smiled, "You kids are still too young. You can't just look at the surface of things, understand? You watch Dr. Wen's livestream every day, don't you get this principle?"
Cheng Cheng's face was a bit red. She whispered, "Actually, I only watched two live streams. I said that just to get closer to Dr. Wen."
Brother Zhang stopped in his tracks and looked at Cheng Cheng, "Little Cheng, you don't need to do this next time, understand? With Dr. Wen's skills, did you see? She can deduce everything clearly. It's better for us to be straightforward, got it?"
"You are a girl, and if you have to deal with Dr. Wen in the future, you will probably come the most often. Be honest, otherwise, even if Dr. Wen doesn't say anything, he will feel that we are not sincere."
"Brother Zhang, do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Cheng Cheng was still curious. This check-up would probably cost a few hundred yuan again.
With Zhang Ge's spending habits, it's probably unlikely.
"Of course! Dr. Wen already said there are nodules. I know what you're thinking, but this is a matter of life and death. I'm not someone who only has to worry about myself; I have elderly parents and children to consider. In such matters, I must be responsible for my own health. Besides, I've already spent five thousand; I need to let your sister-in-law know where the money went."
Brother Zhang walked cheerfully in front, while Cheng Cheng followed behind, lost in thought.
For live streaming, she is young, she understands it very well.
It is precisely because of understanding that one feels most of those live broadcasts are fake. Such live broadcasts are nothing more than scripts crafted with more effort.
Every person who streams does it to make money. Some can hold onto their principles, while others have none.
After the last incident, she admitted that Dr. Wen might indeed have some skills, but she did not acknowledge that they were to such an extent.
What she saw today went beyond science.
It cannot be explained with words.
This reminded her of an incident she encountered last year while she was still an intern.