Infinite Divine Gears in the City - Chapter 996 - 994-son of the stars (1)

Ayaan is a young resident aspiring to be a surgeon, the final stage of a full on graduated plague doctor. However, in her attempt to redeem herself after a sudden discontinuation, she finds herself unravelling mysteries about her institution that are rather gut wrenching. Stick around and watch her persevere in a world full of monsters; creatures and humans alike.

Chen Yu got the heavenly book by accident, and helping others can even gain cultivation and become a fairy.

To this end, Chen Yu started a live broadcast of psychological counseling.

In the live broadcast room, the water friends were all dumbfounded.

“Doctor Chen, are you sure this is psychological counseling?”

“There is no one on the mic who does not break the defense!”

“This crackdown on counterfeiting has actually beaten myself into it.”

Shuiyou: I’m fine, it’s impossible for me to have depression.

Chen Yu: Don’t worry, you will be depressed after I finish speaking.

All the water friends: This is not a psychiatrist, this is a master!

Chen Yu said lightly: Don’t talk nonsense, I just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in psychology.

- Description from novelbuddy

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