A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 5

Chapter 5

Mr. He had a slight headache. He was having trouble accepting that his son, whom he had raised for eighteen years, was contemplating postpartum confinement. Keeping his distance from the fishy-smelling “snake granddaughter” in the bassinet, he said, “Our He family has investments in the Shark platform. I’ll contact CEO Zhou of Shark to get the contact information registered with that account.”

Since Wu Heng’s private messages remained unread, they could only use their connections to find him urgently.

Wu Heng, the subject of the entire He family’s concern, suddenly sneezed. The loud sneeze instantly attracted the attention of the panicked crowd.

The village chief’s eyesight was sharp. He followed the sound and immediately barked, “Wu Heng? You little whippersnapper, what are you doing here?!”

To the village chief’s further annoyance, as soon as he spoke, a teenager with a watermelon haircut popped up from a corner not far away and stammered, “Grandpa, I, I brought Wu Heng here.”

The village chief glared at Zhou Yi, noticing that Wu Heng, regarding Zhou Yi’s appearance, remained calm and unsurprised.

The village chief, Zhou Dagui, figured that Wu Heng, having just become normal, wouldn’t understand these things. It must have been his grandson, who always wanted to defy his mother, who brought Wu Heng here.

This inauspicious funeral banquet was no place for these two youngsters.

“Those carrying the coffin, don’t let go! Quickly find some more men to help,” Zhou Dagui shouted, having no time to deal with Zhou Yi and Wu Heng right now.

The scene was already chaotic, some villagers had run off earlier. Some of the strong men carrying the coffin were exhausted, and the black wooden coffin swayed precariously, the remains inside hitting the wood with a dull thud. Hearing the village chief’s shout, the men quickly steadied themselves, gritting their teeth and using their shoulders to bear the constantly dripping carrying poles.

These strong men, as robust as oxen, now resembled people who had jumped into an icy river in the dead of winter, their limbs trembling uncontrollably, their lips turning blue from the cold, the courtyard floor soaked beneath their feet.

The constantly leaking coffin was so heavy!

Moreover, the white snake blocking the path showed no sign of leaving, and this was the only way for the funeral procession. If it insisted on blocking the way, Lai boy wouldn’t be able to leave tonight.

Zhou Dagui didn’t know what to do next, his head steaming with anxiety, sweat dripping down his face.

Grandma Lai’s face was also very grim. She decisively rushed back to the main hall, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and came out wearing various clanging implements.

“Like a Christmas tree,” Zhou Yi whispered, nudging closer to Wu Heng, muttering his complaints.

Wu Heng, curious about what a Christmas tree looked like, saw Grandma Lai waving her stiff limbs in front of the white snake, like a giant black spider flailing in the air.

Wu Heng’s lips twitched: “…”

What kind of dance was that?

Wu Heng looked away and asked Zhou Yi, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat at a funeral?”

Although Zhou Yi was scared to death, he felt a sense of righteousness emanating from Wu Heng. Standing close to him, he seemed somewhat mesmerized by Grandma Lai’s performance. He snapped back to attention, his face slightly flushed. “I, I wasn’t afraid that you would actually come… just wanted to take a look…”

The little white snake, with its ruby eyes, stared fixedly at Grandma Lai, not only refusing to leave but also seeming to provoke her, flicking its tongue: “Hiss, hiss, hiss—”

“Grandma Lai, hurry up, we…we can’t hold on much longer!” the men carrying the coffin poles looked at her desperately.

The coffin was already sliding off their shoulders, inching closer to the muddy ground.

Grandma Lai couldn’t explain what was going on, her trembling body shaking the clanging implements on her, looking somewhat comical.

Wu Heng whispered to Zhou Yi, “We can’t just freeload at a funeral.”

Everyone who came to eat today had helped with the funeral arrangements. If the two of them didn’t contribute, they would be eating for free. He would be fine, but Zhou Yi would definitely get sick for several days after returning home tonight.

As for Zhou Yi witnessing Lai boy pushing him down the dry well and causing him to bleed from his forehead, it did happen, but there was another reason. Lai boy was born with the destiny of a guide, with a task to fulfill. Wu Heng couldn’t explain the details to Zhou Yi.

Seeing Zhou Yi looking at him blankly, Wu Heng lifted his chin. “Go and get a rooster from over there.”

A shaman doctor was both a shaman and a doctor. When medicine couldn’t solve a problem with evil spirits, shamanistic methods were often used, and the results were always quite good.

Several fat chickens awaiting slaughter were penned up near the stove.

Zhou Yi was a little confused, pointing at himself. “Huh? Me?”

Seeing Wu Heng nod in confirmation, Zhou Yi thought for a moment. Chickens were part of a snake’s diet; using a chicken to lure the little white snake away was the scientific approach.

Zhou Yi gave Wu Heng a thumbs-up and immediately rushed to the chicken coop, emerging covered in dust, holding a squawking, struggling rooster.

“Xiao Heng, what now? Feed it to the white snake?” Zhou Yi stared at the snake, somewhat apprehensive. The white snake wasn’t large, it even looked delicate and beautiful, but no one dared to approach it.

Wu Heng took the fat chicken, swiftly pinning its wings behind its back. The proud rooster immediately became docile like a chick.

Wu Heng strode towards Lai boy’s coffin with the chicken in hand. Zhou Dagui instinctively wanted to stop him, but Wu Heng was faster.

Some villagers saw Wu Heng’s actions, then looked at Zhou Yi in the distance, secretly thinking that young minds worked fast after all. Zhou Yi was indeed the top student in the village, the most promising child to leave the mountains.

“Wu Heng, quickly throw the chicken to the snake!”

Sacrificial culture was prevalent in Nan Nuo village. They often made offerings to deities during festivals, so using something as an offering was perfectly normal.

As the saying went, if you take something from someone, you naturally have to do something for them in return. After eating the chicken, the snake should leave.

All the villagers present believed that the leaking coffin was definitely the work of this snake blocking the path.

Wu Heng didn’t do as they expected. He lifted his arm and placed the rooster on the black wooden coffin!

This action shocked everyone.

“This is disrespectful to the deceased! Who brought that idiot from the Wu family here?”

“Doctor Wu hasn’t returned from collecting herbs, there’s no one to control him. If Wu Heng were my grandson, I’d break his legs.”

“What kind of occasion is this? Is it a place for a fool like him? It seems like Zhou Yi brought him? The smartest child in the village is hanging out with an idiot. Hopefully, he won’t be dragged down and fail to get into university.”

“Who’s going to chase the chicken away? This is unlucky! I don’t dare.”

“…”

Whispers spread around. Zhou Yi felt even more despair under his grandfather’s fiery gaze. He didn’t know Wu Heng would put the chicken on Lai boy’s coffin either. Grandma Lai, however, looked at Wu Heng thoughtfully.

“Why isn’t it running?” Zhou Yi, avoiding Zhou Dagui’s furious gaze, quickly noticed something different.

When he went to catch the chicken earlier, the roosters were all extremely aggressive. He had never done this before and had even been pecked several times.

Now, finally free from restraint, the rooster simply stood on the coffin, not running away immediately?

Wu Heng glanced at the deceased young man in black funeral clothes inside the coffin, picked up a chicken feather, lightly dipped it in the sticky water seeping from the coffin, and then inserted the feather into the rooster’s comb.

He looked at the coffin and said only one word: “Come.”

Grandma Lai was suddenly shaken!

The surrounding temperature had already dropped to freezing point. A gust of wind made people wish they could immediately put on down jackets.

Everyone dared not approach, only feeling that the rooster’s eyes had changed.

Wu Heng looked at the little white snake, still blocking the path, and said to the rooster, “Kowtow.”

Some villagers murmured, wanting someone to drag the troublemaking fool Wu Heng away.

The rooster lowered its majestic, brightly colored comb, its head gradually bowing until it touched the coffin, performing a kowtow towards the white snake.

A rooster kowtowing? Unheard of.

The little white snake stared for a few seconds, seemingly satisfied, then wriggled its body and disappeared down the path.

Wu Heng removed the chicken feather from the rooster’s comb, stuck it to the coffin lid, carried the chicken down, and quietly retreated to the back.

The eight men carrying the coffin suddenly felt the weight lighten. The leaking coffin stopped dripping as if a faucet had been turned off. The chill was still there but gradually fading, and the familiar sounds of summer night insects finally returned to their ears.

Everyone looked at Wu Heng in astonishment. This was probably the first time this body of Wu Heng’s had received such respect.

Grandma Lai took a deep look at Wu Heng and announced loudly, “Let’s go!”

The sounds of gongs and drums immediately rose from the Lai family’s house. Someone walked ahead, holding wreaths and memorial tablets, scattering paper scraps to clear the way. The strong men carried the coffin out, leaving only some murmuring elderly people and women in the courtyard, occasionally glancing at Wu Heng.

In the distance, flickering lights illuminated the funeral procession’s path.

Zhou Yi came to Wu Heng’s side. “That’s the first time I’ve seen a rooster kowtow.”

The rooster, with its beautiful comb, strutted around the courtyard, like the master of the house.

Wu Heng: “It was Lai boy kowtowing to the white snake.”

Zhou Yi: “?”

Not the rooster?

Could it be…possession?

Zhou Yi’s eyes widened.

Wu Heng added, “Lai boy must have owed the water snake a favor. How could he be buried easily without repaying it?”

As for what favor Lai boy owed, Wu Heng had no desire to explore.

Zhou Yi couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Xiao Heng, how did you know it was a water snake?”

Wu Heng said mysteriously, “I guessed.”

Wu Heng looked longingly at the stove. The food in this world was truly delicious. Without food, this place held no attraction for him. He patted Zhou Yi’s shoulder and asked if he wanted to go back.

Zhou Yi, having just encountered such an unscientific event for the first time, was too scared to go back alone. But his grandfather, Zhou Dagui, had gone with the funeral procession and it was unclear when he would return. Hearing Wu Heng’s question, he quickly replied, “Yes, I’ll go back.”

So the two left the Lai family’s house, walking towards home under the bright, slightly chilly moonlight.

Fortunately, the Wu family’s and Zhou family’s houses were very close, only about fifteen meters apart.

Zhou Yi glanced at Wu Heng from time to time, wanting to ask something but not knowing how, only scratching his head in distress.

Just then, a cute ringtone sounded.

“…If you really love me, praise me, praise me, praise me. If you really love me, hug me.” [Note]

Wu Heng took out his phone from his pocket, chuckling at the children’s song, figuring that You Jin must have set it. Everyone really treated him like a three-year-old.

He looked at the caller ID, an unfamiliar number from the capital.

Wu Heng looked at the numbers, the corners of his lips curling up, and answered the call.

Before he could speak, a familiar and urgent female voice came from the other end. “Excuse me, are you Doctor Wu Heng from Chengde Medical Clinic? I’m…I’m…”

Mrs. He’s mind went blank, then she said despondently, “…the snake babies’ grandma.”