The game starts with being chased by ghosts and live fortune telling for free

Can Mei Ling'er treat illnesses? The old man with white beard can definitely do it.

[Master Ling is omnipotent. Fortune telling in Linglingyao's live broadcast room is free. If other services are needed, then you have to provide the anchor with some of the rewards she wants.]

[Yes, yes! I've seen other supernatural live streams often charge tens or even millions, but Master Ling never seems to charge any extra fees.]

[Ouch! You guys are such a jerk! The host herself didn't even think about accepting the benefits, so why did you bother reminding her? If she wants to charge other fees later, it will be your fault!]

[The person above is mentally ill. Brother Qing is still clear about the accounts. What's wrong with charging fees in addition to fortune-telling? If you don't want to spend money, don't watch Master Ling's live broadcast.]

……

The fans in the live broadcast room were busy posting comments.

Mei Ling'er saw the screen full of "Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money" and suddenly shook her head, trying to wake herself up.

The family on the other side of the screen saw the host in the live broadcast room shaking his head, thinking that he was rejecting them, and quickly changed his words:

"It doesn't matter if you can't give me free medical treatment. You can at least check if our Xiaojing is sick. We were chosen by you. You're such a big blogger, you can't ruin your reputation."

Mei Ling'er didn't expect the other party to misunderstand her behavior. What was even more surprising was what the other party said. She took a sip of boiled water and said in a neutral tone:

"I should be able to see it."

The oldest woman was immediately delighted when she saw Mei Ling'er give in.

"I knew you were a famous anchor and you wouldn't go back on your word. Look how pitiful our Xiaojing is, you wouldn't just stand by and watch her die, right?"

The woman then hugged the little girl beside her. She must be the Xiao Jing she was referring to. True to her name, after the livestream was connected, she sat there quietly, head bowed, and said nothing, as if she were isolated from the livestream and even the people around her.

Watching someone die without helping? Judging from her age and clothing, she must be Xiaojing's grandmother. Could it be that the little girl has some terminal illness?

Seeing that Mei Ling'er didn't respond, the woman thought that she had listened to her and wanted to regret it, so she hurriedly continued:

"Our Xiaojing has been the most sensible child since she was little. All the older sisters I dance with envy me for having a granddaughter who makes me worry less. But..."

Mei Ling'er guessed correctly. This woman was Xiaojing's grandmother, and now her hand was on Xiaojing's head.

"Xiao Jing, look at the camera! This fortune teller is very good, she can definitely help us."

At this time, Xiaojing raised her head, and her round eyes looked at the camera calmly, with a numb obedience in her movements.

Mei Linger glanced at the old man with white beard, who was actually dozing with his eyes closed. She then raised her chin towards Leng Leng, who, receiving the signal, suddenly floated to the old man's side and tugged at his white beard.

"Ouch!"

The other person bent down in pain, and frightened Leng Leng quickly flew away. When he straightened up and met Mei Ling'er's gaze, he quickly made a hand gesture with his fingers.

The prompts on the white wall began to display normally. Mei Ling'er looked at the prompts and took the opportunity to drink a sip of boiled water.

"Xiao Jing, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

The little girl pursed her lips. Before she could speak, the grandmother next to her spoke first:

"Xiao Jing has never felt unwell. She's always in good health, almost never having a cold or a fever. She really makes me worry less. Xiao Jing..."

"Then who wants to see a doctor?" Mei Ling'er interrupted her grandmother who was speaking.

"Mom, it was you who wanted to come to this live broadcast room to draw lots. Now that you've been drawn, you don't even mention the key points. It's really frustrating."

I thought I was the only one worried, but it turns out that what I thought was not what I thought.

[I'm cracking melon seeds and watching the live broadcast. From the moment she was picked until now, I've finished a handful of melon seeds, and she's still dawdling here.]

[Master Ling, count down to ten. If you don't say anything, we'll draw a new one!]

……

The fans in the live broadcast room had already become impatient and started to post comments crazily.

Seeing this, grandma was afraid that her place would be cancelled, so she said anxiously:

"My little Jing suddenly swallowed an entire bottle of my blood pressure medication yesterday. She was taken to the hospital for gastric lavage, but the unfortunate doctor there insisted she had some... what was it?"

"Depression." Mei Ling'er reminded.

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! It's depression.

"Master Ling, how could Xiaojing, such a well-behaved and sensible child, get that kind of illness? This unfortunate hospital is clearly trying to make money from us. They've randomly labeled Xiaojing with this illness and are even saying they're sending her to a mental hospital for treatment."

I asked Xiaojing to lie to the doctor and say that she wanted to go home, otherwise she would not accept treatment. Only then did they reluctantly agree to let us go home, but they asked us to go to the mental hospital today to complete the hospitalization procedures.

"Master Ling, did this hospital make a mistake? Xiaojing has been so obedient since she was a child. She has always been normal. How could she become mentally ill?"

While the grandmother was telling the story, she kept looking at Mei Ling'er with hope. A nod from her would immediately convince her that what the doctor said was not true, and that her granddaughter was fine and did not suffer from the mental illness with a strange name.

Mei Ling'er did not directly answer her grandmother's question. She looked at Xiao Jing and asked softly:

"Xiao Jing, roll up your sleeves and let us see."

"Ah?" Xiao Jing spoke mechanically, as if she didn't understand Mei Ling'er's words, but her eyes revealed deep fear.

When grandma saw Xiao Jing sitting still, she thought she was distracted for a moment and didn't hear what Mei Ling'er said. After all, she was the one communicating with the other party before.

Swish!

Xiaojing's sleeves were rolled up by her grandmother, revealing wrinkles on her face. Her grandmother fell down on the sofa, looking at her granddaughter Xiaojing in shock.

Seeing grandma's reaction, Xiao Jing said timidly:

"Grandma, I...I just feel that this way, I feel more comfortable."

For Xiaojing, who suffers from depression, self-harm can bring a brief sense of relief. Deep down, she may feel powerless and hopeless, and self-harm allows her to temporarily forget these negative emotions. When scratching her arm, Xiaojing may feel physical reactions such as pain and difficulty breathing, which can temporarily relieve her inner pain.

Self-harm is a manifestation of mental illness. Looking at Xiaojing's wounds, it's not just one or two days old. She's also been taking so many medications. The doctors say she has depression, yet her family is still trying to prove she's sick.

[Maybe it's because she's always been normal, obedient and sensible...]