Chaochao's mother recalled the last time she saw Chaochao.
Zhaozhao's words and actions didn't quite resemble those of her daughter. Her daughter was so young, she couldn't possibly understand these things.
But the last time I saw Zhaozhao, she understood everything.
When Zhaozhao was leaving, she also said to her, "Zhaozhao is still Zhaozhao."
But she always had doubts in her heart, so today she asked.
"Morning after morning, it's still the same morning."
"But..."
"I know what you're thinking. You think Chaochao doesn't seem like a child, right?"
Chaochao's mom nodded. Her Chaochao was really just a child, a little kid, only just in elementary school.
"Since you have accepted the mysterious side of this world, you should also be able to accept that your Zhaozhao must have had other experiences before becoming your daughter."
"Dr. Wen, are you talking about a past life? Do people really have past lives?"
Wen Ying smiled and did not answer the question.
"But my dear Zhaozhao... Could it be that she remembered things from her past life, and that's why she changed?"
"Chaochao's mom, as long as you know that she is still your Chaochao, isn't that enough?"
"Thank you, Dr. Wen, I understand."
Yes, Chaochao was still her Chaochao, and that was enough.
Why should she yearn for every single one of her lifetimes to be her treasure?
One must not be greedy; one should learn to be content.
Thinking back to when Chaochao left, it was to make her mother happy and keep living. A smile unconsciously appeared on Chaochao's mother's face.
By the time Qin Hanyun returned, Wen Ying had drilled a hole in the wooden figure and threaded a red string through it.
Mom immediately put the item around her neck, and seeing how swiftly his sister did the same, Qin Hanyun also put it on.
After Chaochao's mother and Qin Hanyun left, Zhang Wenliang came to the clinic to say goodbye to Wen Ying.
With his solitary bravery.
"Wen Ying, if you need to expand your business, don't forget to reach out to me. Although I'm focused on my studies, I still have time to introduce some quality clients to you."
Zhang Wenliang thought about the two people he saw leaving Sister Wen Ying's clinic when he arrived and said.
Before leaving, Wen Ying looked at Zhang Wenliang and finally handed him a peach blossom charm.
"This is a peach blossom charm. You can give it to someone, but don't use it yourself."
Wen Ying always held the belief that the genius little brother belonged to the nation.
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When everyone had left.
Wen Ying took out the paper version of the swords and spears she had drawn for Uncle Zhang and walked towards his general store.
Uncle Zhang saw Wen Ying and picked up the fruit plate in front of him. "Xiao Ying, have some fruit. That person just now was introduced by you, right?"
"Consider him my patient," Wen Ying said, holding a small fork and stabbing a piece of dragon fruit.
"No wonder, he bought quite a few red strings, and some other things too. I gave him a discount."
Wen Ying smiled and didn't say anything about not giving a discount.
Uncle Zhang and the others are all simple, honest people who wouldn't think of charging you more to make extra money.
But when you buy more, they will directly give you a discount, letting you spend less money.
Taking the item Wen Ying handed over, Uncle Zhang put it away. After asking Wen Ying about some of the burning procedures, he began to prepare.
Burning this stuff requires a certain level of physical fitness from Uncle Zhang, so he must eat and drink well, and prepare a sufficient amount of protein to replenish himself at any time. He must not exhaust his body.
When Wen Ying left, Uncle Zhang closed the door and took his things home.
Discussing with his wife about burning these things for the old man, they originally planned to do it on the day of the Ghost Festival, but after some thought, they felt it wasn't safe.
If the old man is already in such a condition, what if one day many unknown things appear? What if there's danger?
So, it still requires prior preparation.
The two of them discussed it and decided to burn it tonight!
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At night, lying in bed, Wen Ying stared at the screen that appeared before her and confirmed once again, "System, are you sure there won't be any accidents this time? Are you sure it won't malfunction like last time?"
[Rest assured, host, the one million reputation points are not spent in vain. But...]
"Spit it out."
[The host still needs to be a bit more civilized! In the eyes of others, the host is a great beauty! How can you speak so crudely?]
"Then don't let go."
[But the host needs to start a live broadcast!] The system's tone was full of pride.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Wen Ying was somewhat stunned.
Start a live stream?
Starting a live stream is not a problem, but the system's intention is clearly not just to start a live stream.
But she was going to start a live stream while watching the scene at the Zhang family's old master's place.
Is this a scene that can be broadcast live?
Has the system determined that this era is suitable for broadcasting such a blood-star... oh no, such a worldview-shattering scene that defies materialism?
"System, are you sure this live broadcast can pass the review? If something goes wrong, you'll be fully responsible?"
[This is the host's task; the system cannot replace the host. We hope the host can be a bit stronger! The host of the farming system next door even live-streamed a talking tiger!]
Wen Ying, "..."
Deserving of its name as a system, there is nothing it cannot do, only things humans cannot imagine.
Since it's a task, let's broadcast it... then.
But, shouldn't there be a reward for completing a task?
[Host, rest assured, as long as the live broadcast lasts for 30 minutes, you will receive a gift provided by the system~ The host will definitely like it.]
Got it.
Seeing that the time was approaching eleven-thirty, Wen Ying tidied up and took a delightful hot bath.
Wearing the newly bought pajama set, she put her hair up and placed the ballpoint pen back in its place.
"Then, let's start the live broadcast~" A sly glint flashed in Wen Ying's eyes.
[Big Loudspeaker: Dr. Wen is finally live!!!!]
[Unexpectedly, Dr. Wen still remembers that I'm a streamer. I'm so touched!]
[The trending topic has been up for days, but Dr. Wen is nowhere to be seen. I almost thought Dr. Wen... pfft, pfft! Dr. Wen is perfectly fine now!]
"One day apart feels like three years, Doctor Wen, I have waited for you for three lifetimes~ Finally, you are here!"
I will go and inform my entire class and all my friends to watch Dr. Wen's live broadcast!
[Why is Dr. Wen live streaming so late at night? Most people are probably asleep by now, right? I'm glad I decided to be a night owl today!]
[Wasn't it always live during the day before? It seems that ever since the bus incident, Dr. Wen has been streaming at night, intentionally or unintentionally. Is there a deeper meaning behind this?]
Dr. Wen probably never expected that his impromptu live broadcast would evoke a feeling reminiscent of Conan!
[So, will we see the censored stuff again tonight?]
Wen Ying watched with a smile as more than ten thousand people instantly flooded into the live stream, and the number of online viewers was rapidly increasing, showing no signs of stopping.
"Welcome... fireflies, to Dr. Wen's live stream~"
[Goodness! I'm tearing up! The moment Dr. Wen paused, I was so scared I might become a patient myself. Who can understand this feeling?]
[Just like the one upstairs, a big stone suddenly fell to the ground! I don't want to become Dr. Wen's patient; I just want to quietly be a firefly~]
The barrage of comments kept updating rapidly, and Wen Ying couldn't deny that she was moved.
"Today, let's take a look at something new..."