Chapter 2
After washing the dishes, Wu Heng sat at the Zhou’s house for a bit before returning home to wash up and go to bed, following his memories.
In his hazy drowsiness, Wu Heng smelled a damp, fishy, and foul odor. He half-opened his eyelids and vaguely saw a wet, gray shadow standing by his bed.
Wu Heng pointed to the wooden window, which was flapping back and forth in the night breeze, the faint sound of drums audible in the distance, and mumbled, “You’re in the wrong place. Your house is over there.”
A good night’s sleep. The faint morning light filtered through the carved window lattice.
Wu Heng woke up to the sounds of activity in the room and saw a tanned young man in a blue and white short-sleeved shirt mopping the floor.
Seeing Wu Heng wake up, the young man said helplessly, “Xiao Heng, if you need to pee at night, use the chamber pot. Don’t just pee on the floor. It’s fishy and smelly.”
The speaker was You Jin, his grandfather’s apprentice at the clinic. He had come to open the clinic today and heard from the village chief that Wu Heng had become completely normal. Where was the normalcy? It seemed to be getting worse.
Looking at the puddle by the bed, Wu Heng immediately regretted giving directions to that thing last night and said, “Brother You Jin, that’s not my pee. I’ll use the toilet in the future, no chamber pot. And Brother You Jin, please knock before entering my room.”
You Jin looked at Wu Heng in surprise. Had he… actually become normal?
He glanced down at the fishy puddle and looked doubtful again.
Wu Heng got up to wash, and You Jin handed him a large bowl of steaming five-color rice.
Wu Heng’s eyes lit up. More delicious food! This world really had a lot of good things to eat.
Five-color rice was made from five different grains, fragrant and delicious.
After Wu Heng finished his meal, You Jin, who was studying medical records, in order to prevent Wu Heng from making noise in the clinic, took out a smartphone from the drawer and handed it to him, skillfully opening the game “Happy Crush.”
This smartphone was bought for Wu Heng by Doctor Wu. Wu Heng usually enjoyed the sound of breaking ice in the game.
You Jin lowered his head, flipping through the medical records, muttering, “Master still hasn’t returned. Should we just skip the live stream?”
“The village chief just said that I could stream for Master, but Nu Gong Nu Mu (gods), how can I do that kind of thing?”
Wu Heng played a round of the game and found it too childish. He started exploring the Shark live streaming platform, logging into his grandfather’s account named “Chengde Medical Clinic” according to his memory.
The “100-Day Live Streaming Plan,” which he had signed up for earlier, sent a live stream reminder. Because it was an activity for new streamers, there was a very user-friendly beginner’s guide.
It was Wu Heng’s first time encountering live streaming in this world. He took a deep breath, his slender fingers pressed “Start Live Stream,” and he unconsciously straightened his back.
After about ten minutes, Wu Heng saw a notification in the live stream that a few viewers with usernames like “User” followed by a string of numbers had entered the live stream.
Wu Heng, his face calm, looked at the notification and said, “Welcome to my live stream, Mr. User 4532397 and Ms. User 7825912. My name is Wu Heng.”
Some netizens, who were about to swipe past, clicked into the live stream upon hearing this.
[Damn Shark Short Videos, using bots as viewers. Pity this handsome young man.]
[Wow, the streamer is so handsome! Is he a university student or a high schooler?]
[Suspected new wifey material!]
[?? I came in with a “User + a string of numbers,” how do you know I’m male?]
[Coincidence. Those who enter are either male or female.]
When Doctor Wu signed up for the 100-Day Live Streaming Plan, he provided Wu Heng’s photo to avoid the possibility of the account being banned if Wu Heng accidentally appeared on screen.
Wu Heng was new to this world and didn’t understand the internet. The original Wu Heng rarely used the internet due to his intellectual disability. Wu Heng looked at the barrage of comments, only half-understanding, but he knew that people were entering his live stream, which increased the chances of earning money for his poor old dad.
[Streamer, what kind of live stream is this? Just looks? Do you have any talents?]
[Is the streamer’s name Wu Heng? Can you street dance? Or sing a song?]
[Did the streamer get the account name wrong? Why is it the name of a clinic?]
[The streamer is so handsome, are you trying to enter the entertainment industry? I heard there are talent scouts from various entertainment companies lurking in this Shark platform’s 100-Day Live Streaming Plan. Performing some talents will greatly increase the chances of being discovered.]
Wu Heng, relying solely on his handsome face, managed to squeeze into the top 100 of this new streamer event with the name “Chengde Medical Clinic.” However, the few hundred netizens in the live stream almost all assumed he was here to perform.
Wu Heng looked curiously as the screen of the live stream changed, a rocket shooting across the screen with dazzling special effects.
[User ‘Better Tomorrow’ gifted a rocket.]
A rocket gift on the Shark platform was worth 300 yuan. Wu Heng didn’t know that the platform took half, and the rest was subject to tax. Wu Heng calculated in his mind, 300 yuan could buy a lot of pig’s knuckles!
[Better Tomorrow: Streamer, dance please.]
At this moment, a middle-aged woman was visiting her son in the hospital again. She saw her lifeless son touching his belly, staring intently at the streamer in the live stream, occasionally showing a surprised expression.
This young streamer named Wu Heng was very handsome, with rosy lips and pearly white teeth, full of vitality. The red mole between his eyebrows made him look like an otherworldly immortal from a novel. No wonder her son kept staring at him.
To cheer up her son, the middle-aged woman gifted Wu Heng a rocket, hoping he would dance to lighten her son’s mood.
The barrage of comments in the live stream became disharmonious.
[I was wondering why the streamer wasn’t moving. Turns out he’s waiting for gifts before performing.]
[Although I understand there’s no free lunch, performing only after receiving gifts is a bit emmm…]
[A rocket to see such a handsome guy perform is totally worth it, okay? Can you also call me “sister”? If so, I’ll gift immediately!]
Wu Heng was half-guessing at the meaning of the barrage, not quite understanding what the audience was saying, only knowing that the auntie who just sent the gift wanted him to dance.
Wu Heng knew how to dance, but he refused. “I can’t just perform a shamanic dance.”
Shamanic dance, a performance that imitated birds, beasts, and spirits, accompanied by bells and drums, was also colloquially known as “jumping for the gods.”
Jumping for the gods was not something to be done casually. It could only be performed during activities such as exorcism, sacrifice, prayer, and healing.
The middle-aged woman, thinking that Wu Heng couldn’t dance, was about to ask him to perform something else when Wu Heng looked directly into the camera and said abruptly, “Auntie, I can heal. I can treat your son.”
The middle-aged woman and the teenager in the hospital bed were startled. She had only asked the streamer to dance and hadn’t mentioned her son, let alone that he was sick. How did the streamer know?
And her account was private. The streamer couldn’t have gleaned any information from her past videos. How did he know she was female? He hadn’t clicked to check her profile.
On camera, Wu Heng straightened his back and introduced himself formally. “Hello everyone in the live stream, my name is Wu Heng, and I am a shaman doctor with years of medical experience.”
To avoid disbelief, Wu Heng didn’t specify that “years” meant three hundred.
But even so, the audience in the live stream was speechless.
[???]
[What? Shaman doctor? Years of medical experience? Looking at his age, he’s barely twenty. Even a medical student at that age probably hasn’t started their internship yet. Where did the years of experience come from?]
[Looking at the account name ‘Chengde Medical Clinic,’ his family probably runs a clinic. Maybe he learned a bit by osmosis, but shaman doctor is too far-fetched.]
[Pity the big shot’s 300 yuan, wasted.]
Better Tomorrow was the wife of the CEO of the He Group, known in her circles as Mrs. He. Mrs. He looked at her pale son in the hospital bed, the slight bulge of his abdomen visible even under the covers.
This was the best hospital in the city, but they still hadn’t found the cause of his illness and could only provide conservative treatment.
Mrs. He hesitated before sending a barrage comment: [How can you treat him? Live stream connection?]
Wu Heng fiddled with his phone, finally finding the “Live Stream Connection” invitation in the beginner’s guide.
After a few dozen seconds of hesitation, the other party accepted. A mother and son appeared on the screen. The young man, wearing a hospital gown, leaned against the head of the bed. He seemed to be afraid of being recognized and wore a hat and mask, revealing only a pair of weary eyes.
[What? No talent show, changed to seeing a doctor? How can you see a doctor online?]
[These days, young people will go to great lengths to enter the entertainment industry… Is this switching tracks to attract talent scouts?]
[Judging by the account name and profile picture, it should be a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking, right? How’s that going to work?]
[It really is a mother and son. How did the streamer know?]
[How can you see a doctor with the boy covered up like that? But it does look like he’s in a hospital, and it seems to be a VIP private ward…]
[Does the streamer have a medical license? Is this all staged?]
Wu Heng certainly had a shaman doctor’s license, written in ancient pure gold seal script, recognized by the Heavenly Dao. But there was no opportunity to show it now.
Mrs. He didn’t know if she was out of her mind, actually agreeing to a live consultation. Looking at her son all covered up, he didn’t seem cooperative, and she immediately regretted agreeing.
Mrs. He looked at Wu Heng’s handsome face on the screen and felt she had lost her mind. For the past few months, she and her husband had visited renowned hospitals for their son’s illness, but none could find the cause. Could a young man thousands of miles away diagnose him through the internet? It seemed absurd.
But since they were already connected, she would see how it went. Mrs. He asked, “How are you going to diagnose him? Don’t you need to take his pulse?”
Wu Heng nodded. “If I can’t see his face, I need to take his pulse.”
If he needed to take his pulse, wouldn’t he have to meet them in person? Mrs. He glanced at her son. She didn’t dare to risk taking him out of the hospital.
Mrs. He was about to say, “Then forget it.”
Wu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly. Forget it? A patient had finally come, how could he just let it go?
After a few seconds of thought, Wu Heng said, “Auntie, you can find a red string and tie it around your son’s left wrist.”
Everyone in the live stream: ???
Wait, is that how you take a pulse?
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