"This..."
Lin Fan spread his hands, looking embarrassed. "Sister Zhou, if you're talking about physical injuries, unless it's truly a terminal illness, I can guarantee you results. But for mental issues..."
He gave a wry smile. "I'm not good at that at all, and I haven't studied it."
"Xiao Fan, you can give it a try."
Zhou Yi held Lin Fan's hand and added, "I don't trust anyone else, but I have complete confidence in you."
"Sister Zhou, to be honest, I've never treated such a condition."
Lin Fan genuinely couldn't understand where Zhou Yi's great confidence came from when he had no certainty at all.
Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "Perhaps, you'll succeed the moment you try?"
"Sister Zhou, you're forcing me into this!"
"Let's just give it a try. If it doesn't work, then so be it."
"Alright."
Lin Fan sighed helplessly and nodded.
"You agreed?"
Zhou Yi was overjoyed and immediately took out her phone. "I'll contact them right away, and we'll get this done sooner."
"Sister Zhou, don't be too happy yet. I know nothing about psychiatry, and I probably won't be much help."
Lin Fan preemptively set her expectations.
"It's fine."
Zhou Yi pressed the dial button and walked towards the bedroom.
"I never thought I'd end up playing the role of a psychiatrist one day."
Lin Fan sat on the sofa, a wry smile playing on his lips.
This young physician from a small mountain village was truly becoming all-capable.
Soon, Zhou Yi returned, beaming. "We should hear back in the next two days. Xiao Fan, don't worry, whether it works out or not, I won't treat you unfairly."
"Sister Zhou, saying that makes us strangers."
Lin Fan paused and then abruptly changed the subject. "By the way, Sister Zhou, Su Yurou's offense against you is in the past. You're not allowed to trouble her anymore."
"Hmph."
Zhou Yi lightly poked Lin Fan's forehead. "I think you're getting mischievous."
She leaned close to Lin Fan's ear and added, "Xiao Fan, remember, you can play around with women like her, but don't ever take them seriously. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers in the end."
Lin Fan remained silent.
He knew Zhou Yi was speaking from the heart, with genuine good intentions.
But in his heart, Su Yurou wasn't a bad person.
"Never mind, with me here, you can rest assured. She can't cause any major trouble."
Zhou Yi's gentle tone was filled with absolute confidence.
As the sun set.
Lin Fan, carrying bags and with the driver helping with many items, loaded everything into the car.
"Xiao Fan, wait for my call. Come visit often when you have time."
Zhou Yi waved goodbye with a smile.
"Sister Zhou, you should go back."
The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly started to move.
Lin Fan was surrounded by exquisite shopping bags, packed tightly.
He casually glanced and saw many items he had only heard of but never seen before.
Gucci, Lv, Chanel...
Each name was familiar to women.
Lin Fan estimated that the gifts from Zhou Yi alone could easily amount to hundreds of thousands.
"We don't understand the lives of the rich!"
Lin Fan mused along the way.
...
Wang Family Village, Song Yue's home.
A woman who bore a slight resemblance to Song Yue was sitting on a small stool in the yard, chatting animatedly.
"Cousin, it's getting late, I need to go back and cook."
The woman was Song Yue's cousin, Song Lan.
Song Lan stood up, bracing herself on her knees, and continued, "They're spreading rumors outside, saying a luxury car came to your house out of nowhere. I thought you'd found a rich patron, so I rushed over to ask. If you've struck it rich, maybe I can tag along and benefit a little."
"Heh heh."
Song Yue forced a smile, her brows furrowing and then relaxing.
Benefit? It was clear she was here to pry.
Despite being cousins and growing up in the same village, their families had been at odds since their parents' generation. Although their relationship had eased somewhat, they still couldn't stand each other.
Song Lan took out a shiny set of car keys and deliberately tried to provoke her. "Everyone gets lazy during the New Year. I don't even want to walk this short distance. I drove here, so please forgive me, cousin."
Song Yue was furious, her teeth itching, and she wished she could kick Song Lan out.
Why show off so much?
Xiao Fan also had a car, a car worth five or six hundred thousand!
"Cousin, my husband made some money a while ago and bought me this car, an Audi A4, over two hundred thousand. Do you want me to take you for a spin?"
Song Lan was immensely proud.
Although her looks and figure weren't as good as her cousin's, she had good fortune in marriage.
She had heard from the villagers earlier that a very rare luxury car, seemingly a Rolls-Royce, was parked at Song Yue's house. She couldn't sit still and had to come and find out.
Now that she knew it was just a rumor, she felt a surge of superiority and was determined to regain the upper hand.
"Don't you need to go home and cook?"
Song Yue smiled. "I need to cook too."
Xia Xue called from inside the house, "Sister, come help me wash vegetables."
As soon as she saw Song Lan's intentions, she had gone back inside, not wanting to deal with her at all.
"Okay, coming right away."
Song Yue responded and then said to Song Lan, "I won't see you out. See you later."
"Mhm~"
Song Lan was clearly displeased.
What was she pretending for?
She was already in such a state, yet she was still putting on airs as the elder cousin?
Her family was so poor they could barely put food on the table, right?
It looked like she was living with someone else.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Song Lan pouted, her heart filled with schadenfreude.
Beep, beep, beep!
Three consecutive shrill honks made Song Lan's expression change slightly.
The sound was coming from where she had parked.
"Who the hell is honking so rudely? Can't they go around? "
Song Lan muttered as she walked out, "If you dare scratch my car, I'll make you pay!"
Inside the house.
Song Yue watched Song Lan's retreating back and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "The jinx is finally gone."
"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear,"
Xia Xue cautioned, although she also found Song Lan annoying.
"What a person! I couldn't stand her since we were little, and she still had the nerve to come over. If she dares to step foot in my house again, I'll kick her out."
Song Yue complained indignantly.
"Alright, who doesn't have a few troublesome relatives?"
Xia Xue advised, then suddenly thought of something and added, "The honking outside just now, it must be Xiao Fan returning."
"Yes, now that you mention it, it does sound like it."
Song Yue's spirits immediately lifted. "I'm going out to see."
"Wait..."
Xia Xue had only uttered one word when Song Yue had already run out.
"Really."
Xia Xue sighed helplessly and followed her out.
At the intersection.
The Rolls-Royce driver impatiently shook his head.
A white Audi was parked at the turning point, blocking any other cars.
If it were any other time, it would have been fine, but with so many things in the car, moving them back and forth was too troublesome.