A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 12

Chapter 12

At that moment, He Yunxiao desperately wanted to ask Wu Heng if there was a possibility that, besides the snake fetuses in his belly, he also had an eye disease that hadn’t been cured.

Wu Heng, seeing that it was getting late, quickly exited the real-time location sharing, replied with “Going to sleep,” and closed his phone.

Despite the countless bizarre thoughts swirling in his mind, He Yunxiao didn’t dare to disturb Wu Heng further, only muttering to himself, “It must be a WeChat bug.”

The sky over Nan Nuo village was as blue as a mirror, dotted with a few white clouds, a beautiful sight.

Yawning, You Jin arrived at Chengde Medical Clinic early in the morning to open up. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw several century-old ginseng roots on the counter and instantly woke up.

Although You Jin was only an apprentice, he knew his stuff. Ginseng of this quality could be sold for seven figures outside. Even if the villagers collected it themselves in the mountains, it was extremely valuable.

Where did this come from?

“You Jin, you’re here? Thanks to Wu Heng last night!” Before You Jin could react, several energetic strong men entered.

They were the coffin bearers from last night, the ones who had been chilled to the bone by the water seeping from the coffin.

One of the young men carefully took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, unfolding it to reveal a pile of paper ash. This ash wasn’t from burning paper money for the deceased, but from paper disintegrating into dust.

“I actually thought it was the cold medicine that worked this morning, but I ran into Grandma Lai on the way, and she said she thought we would be sick for three or four days.”

Who was Grandma Lai? The illness she spoke of wasn’t an ordinary fever, but most likely some unspeakable, strange ailment. Realizing the effect of the yellow paper, the strong men cursed Grandma Lai and hurried to Chengde Medical Clinic.

Some paid in cash, while others scanned the QR code on the counter to pay the medical fee.

Wu Heng hadn’t specified a price for the yellow paper, so the men figured 288 yuan each was an auspicious number.

The men, having their own work to do, left after paying. You Jin was still in a daze.

Looking at the fresh earnings on the counter and the ginseng that had seemingly appeared out of thin air, You Jin murmured to himself, a conjecture forming in his mind!

“Could it be that my medical skills have improved so much? Did a previous patient secretly send this ginseng?”

He knew that the yellow paper Wu Heng gave to the coffin bearers last night was just a placebo, but ever since Master left to collect herbs, he had been the one treating patients in the village! But even Village Chief Zhou Dagui couldn’t afford million-yuan ginseng, right?

Unable to figure it out, You Jin carefully put away the valuable herbs and went to wake Wu Heng and Zhou Yi for breakfast. Zhou Yi, after finishing his meal, couldn’t afford to waste any more time and hurried home to study.

You Jin looked at Zhou Yi’s studious demeanor, then at Xiao Heng, who could only play on his phone after eating. When Master returned, he would definitely have him arrange for Xiao Heng to enroll in school. Even if he couldn’t keep up with high school, junior high would be fine too.

Figuring that it would take some time for Huang Qiang to receive the mud pill, Wu Heng sat in a corner of Chengde Medical Clinic, playing with his new phone. As a shaman doctor from ancient times, he was very curious about this world’s internet, finding all sorts of apps interesting.

The flagship phone came pre-installed with several social media apps like Weibo and Little Red Book, but Wu Heng’s favorite was the familiar short video platform. Besides live streaming, he could also browse videos created by netizens from all over the world, a faster way to understand this world.

Although the internet connection was poor and often lagged, Wu Heng, using the “Chengde Medical Clinic” account, scrolled through videos, even liking the interesting ones.

Until he came across a video seeking help, and his rapidly scrolling finger stopped.

In the video was a beautiful girl, her face pale, her large eyes heavy with sleep, almost closing into slits. She pulled her hair back and patted her face to wake herself up.

The girl was very pretty, but her jet-black hair was the most eye-catching, even more so than her face.

“Are there any medical students among you, babies? I’m only recording this video because I can’t take it anymore. For the past three months, I’ve been so sleepy, sleepy every day, wanting to sleep all the time. I can sleep for twenty hours a day. The four hours I’m awake, I feel dizzy.”

“I don’t know why I can’t wake up? I had a full body checkup at the local hospital, but they couldn’t find anything wrong. My family is worried and is contacting hospitals in Beijing.”

There were tens of thousands of comments, indicating that this girl, whose online name was “Fan Tutu,” was a fairly popular streamer on the Shark platform.

Fans in the comments section brainstormed ideas, and several passing medical students offered suggestions, some advising her to go to a larger hospital for professional examinations, some saying that most girls were qi deficient, hence the drowsiness. These were all normal suggestions.

There were also several comments suggesting she consult spirit mediums or Taoist priests, which were met with ridicule from anxious fans.

[What era are we in? Still believing in metaphysics? Hahaha, we should just sell health supplements to you guys! Not going to a proper hospital, but believing in Taoist priests? What a joke!]
[But the hospital couldn’t find anything, right? The First City Hospital in Province A, where Tutu is, is ranked top five nationwide for neurology, not inferior to hospitals in Beijing. Going to a Beijing hospital might not yield any results either. Trying different methods is fine, right? It doesn’t hurt.]
[In that case, why not try the ‘Chengde Medical Clinic’ live stream account? Doctor Wu Heng is a shaman doctor, he’s quite capable.]

The thread quickly diverted to Wu Heng’s shamanic dance from earlier that morning, the story becoming more and more exaggerated with each retelling.

Fan Tutu, in a rare moment of wakefulness, was scrolling through the comments, looking for useful suggestions. When she saw the comment suggesting she seek Wu Heng, her heart stirred.

She had woken up to see the screen recording shared by her best friend. The handsome man performing the mysterious, wild, and powerful shamanic dance was breathtakingly beautiful.

Should she really try finding that shaman doctor?

As Fan Tutu hesitated, she saw a comment rise to the top, quickly becoming the most liked.

[Chengde Medical Clinic: Shave your head.]

As soon as Wu Heng posted this comment, countless netizens replied below.

[Holy crap, is that Shaman Doctor Wu Heng? He browses videos of beautiful women too?]
[I’m speechless, does he know that Tutu became popular because of her beautiful hair? He’s asking her to shave her head? Is he crazy?]
[Her family is worried sick, and he’s just watching the drama unfold and posting such comments? Does he know what hair means to a girl?]

Fan Tutu, initially interested, felt discouraged after seeing the comment. She thought that Chengde Medical Clinic had recently become popular, gaining over a million followers, so he was a public figure now, right? How could he say such a thing?

Fan Tutu was a little annoyed and yawned as she replied.

[Fan Tutu: ?]

A single question mark conveyed Fan Tutu’s emotions perfectly. She was displeased. Any young person familiar with internet culture knew the meaning behind a single question mark. Wu Heng, however, didn’t understand and replied.

[Chengde Medical Clinic replying to Fan Tutu: Or you could wash your hair with cold water tonight.]

Wu Heng’s suggestions were getting increasingly outlandish.

Some girls had delicate constitutions, how could they wash their hair with cold water? Wouldn’t their heads feel even dizzier tomorrow? They might even catch a cold.

Fan Tutu was already in such poor health, if she really did that, she might not even wake up.

Traditional Chinese medicine also believed that the head was the meeting point of all yang energy, and cold water was yin in nature. Washing your hair with it would damage yang energy, making it easier to catch a cold.

Was this really a shaman doctor? He seemed to lack common sense! It felt like an insult to the word “doctor.”

More and more netizens replied below, pushing Wu Heng’s comment to the top of Fan Tutu’s video, gaining over thirty thousand likes in just a few hours, mostly mocking him.

[Great Shaman Doctor, instead of browsing videos of beautiful women and posting random comments, why don’t you address Brother Qiang’s question? He’s live streaming right now.]
[That shamanic dance was truly amazing, I haven’t seen such a beautiful and mysterious dance in years, but I suspect that he and the first patient with the snake fetuses were in cahoots, just creating hype. He was exposed by Brother Qiang.]
[Brother Qiang is calling you out in his live stream for a connection, when are you going? A grown man shouldn’t be meddling in a beautiful woman’s affairs, okay? Leave it to real doctors.]
…

A WeChat notification popped up. He Yunxiao sent a transfer of 30,000 yuan.

[He Yunxiao: Doctor Wu Heng, our driver has delivered the mud pill to Huang Qiang, and he transferred 30,000 yuan for the medicine.]

The He family’s driver was incredibly efficient. Two drivers took turns driving, taking the highway overnight and delivering the medicine as quickly as possible.

Somehow, Huang Qiang had transferred the equivalent of ten Carnivals in advance.

Wu Heng simply acknowledged the transfer and left Fan Tutu’s video, finding an account named “Huang Qiang’s Cuisine” in the live stream section and clicking in.

Few people made a name for themselves in the live streaming industry by sheer luck. Wu Heng saw that Huang Qiang’s current live stream background was quite nice.

It was reportedly in Huang Qiang’s hometown, at the foot of a mountain in a well-preserved nature reserve. He had built a farmhouse and grew his own pesticide-free vegetables and fruits. The idyllic background and rural atmosphere were very appealing to his city-dwelling, overworked fans.

Huang Qiang and his pale-faced uncle, Huang Zhigang, who was clutching his throat, were sitting at a stone table. Huang Qiang held up a paper bag.

“Guys, this is the medicine prescribed by Doctor Wu Heng for my uncle, delivered overnight! Take a look at what this is.”

Expecting Wu Heng to prescribe some Chinese herbal medicine, or at least some Western medicine, Huang Qiang weighed the small paper bag, feeling that it wasn’t either. He poured out the contents in front of everyone: a walnut-sized, soft pill.

[Huh? This shaman doctor is too bold, actually daring to prescribe medicine? Isn’t he a minor? He probably doesn’t have a license, right? This is practicing medicine without a license! What does this medicine even taste like?]
[He wouldn’t dare respond, I saw him browsing a beautiful woman’s video and posting a ridiculous comment asking her to shave her head.]
[What kind of pill is this? Regardless, if it’s effective, that’s fine. He cured those bizarre snake fetuses, I’ll give him credit, that shaman doctor seems to have some real skills.]
[Did the Chengde Medical Clinic account just come in? Wu Heng is here? Brother Qiang, connect with him!]
…

Huang Qiang inwardly mocked Wu Heng for being a naive youngster who hadn’t experienced the harsh realities of society, his eyes revealing a clear foolishness. He actually dared to prescribe medicine for his uncle, wasn’t this giving him a perfect opportunity to expose him?

Huang Qiang was curious, he lowered his head and sniffed the pill. It was a very familiar scent, like…mud!

Yes, the earthy smell of mud that farmers often encountered, and it seemed quite fresh.

He must have smelled wrong, right?

After connecting with Wu Heng, Huang Qiang asked impatiently, “Doctor Wu Heng, what are the ingredients of this pill? Does it have precious herbs like ginseng?”

Wu Heng countered, “Didn’t you just think about it?”

Huang Qiang didn’t even have time to process how Wu Heng knew what he was thinking. He blurted out, “Mud?”

Huang Qiang froze, seeing Wu Heng’s confirming expression, his heart skipped a beat, his voice rising uncontrollably. “Wait, wait, is this really a mud pill? I spent the equivalent of ten Carnivals on a mud pill??”

Huang Qiang almost lost control and yelled, “I can’t believe you have the audacity to take my ten Carnivals and give me a mud pill!”

Wu Heng said in surprise, “Coward, I do.”