"I graduated from Huazhong Medical University with a graduate degree. I have a certificate."

Wen Ying looked at Li Min's father seriously and sincerely, and the words she said made Li Min's father's mouth twitch. She must be teasing him.

He asked where the fortune teller came from and what his academic qualifications were?

Forget it, those with some skills probably don’t like being asked.

"Dr. Wen, I believe you. Is it just convenient to leave you with your contact information?" Li Min's father has been playing the side game all his life. If you want to say that he has any real ability, he doesn't. After all, he is just making a living, but he is really interested in this industry.

I admire and respect you very much, but I can’t help but that I can’t meet an expert, maybe I can’t get into the eyes of an expert.

But now, seeing Wen Ying, his heart, which had been silent, was about to move.

"Okay, if you want to see a doctor next time, you can make an appointment with me."

Seeing Li Min's father leaving with Li Min, Wen Ying turned and walked towards the ancient street.

There were not many people, and the sun penetrated the clouds, revealing a ray of light and falling on the ground.

The moisture in the air was evaporating little by little, and when Wen Ying walked by, many eyes would always stay on her.

[I don’t know why, but when I saw this picture, I felt inexplicably comfortable.]

[Has the host seen our barrage? I would like to ask if what I just said counts as a quota for today’s live broadcast?]

[Dr. Wen is busy picking up leaks, where does she have time to look at us? Besides, with this pinhole-like camera, she can’t see the barrage! She doesn’t even hold her mobile phone!]

"There is one spot left. Let's see if today's spot is on this street or in the live broadcast room."

[Horror! Can the anchor see our barrage?]

[This is obviously a guess and a coincidence! Have you forgotten Dr. Wen’s profession? He is a psychiatrist who specializes in reasoning! Inferring our thoughts is not a trivial matter.]

[I was so scared that I broke out in cold sweat! Fortunately, the doctor was still a human being!]

"Little girl, are you here to buy antiques? Let me tell you, these things I have are all dated and have provenance. There are a lot of good things in them. If you miss it, you won't have this opportunity next time! It's a gift.

Elders? Look at this snuff bottle. How about I give you a discount? If you don’t like looking at this stamp, it was used by a big shot and is priceless!"

In front of the stall owner who called out was a stall with items placed on a special plastic sheet that was waterproof.

I have to say, there are quite a lot of items on sale, including cups, bowls, teapots, old books, small stones, dimes, wallets, bracelets, etc.

Wen Ying, who originally had no intention of stopping, actually stopped when she glanced at the stall.

"Boss, can this wooden sword ward off evil spirits?"

There was a flash of twitching on the boss's face, and he obviously felt that the temperament of the girl in front of him did not match what he said, but he was a qualified vendor.

"Of course! I bought this mahogany sword from a monk! If you want it, just five thousand yuan! I bought it for four thousand eighty yuan, so two hundred yuan for you is not too much, right?"

Within a few seconds, the boss had already thought of his words.

"Do you want to sell it for two hundred yuan?"

[Boss: Five thousand yuan, Doctor Wen: Two hundred yuan! Isn’t it haggling to cut the price in half? Doctor Wen’s bargaining force is too harsh! The king among the masters!]

[The boss is probably scolding his mother in his heart. He especially wants to know what is the use of this wooden sword? Does it really ward off evil spirits? Does Dr. Wen need such a thing?]

[On the same floor, I heard that the doctor is here. What kind of evil spirit dares to show up?!]

"Little girl, you are not making fun of me, are you? This is a mahogany sword that has been polished by the master!"
Chapter completed!