A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 13

Chapter 13

Huang Qiang trembled with anger. He hadn’t expected Wu Heng to be so brazen.

Ten Carnivals for a mud pill? Even gold wasn’t that expensive! Besides, the ten Carnivals were transferred privately, so there was no need to split the earnings with the Shark platform. That was pure profit for Wu Heng.

Or was this kid afraid of being sued for selling fake medicine? So he deliberately played this trick on him?

Huang Qiang had initially thought that if his uncle’s condition worsened and he died after taking the mud pill, he might be able to sue Wu Heng’s family for a huge sum of money, a sudden windfall. But this youngster was quite clever and didn’t fall for his trap!

Huang Qiang cursed inwardly, his mind racing. He put on a tearful expression, stomping his feet. “Brother Wu Heng, I’m worried sick about my uncle’s condition, and you’re still playing tricks on me? Don’t you know that illnesses can’t be delayed?”

His display of vulnerability immediately garnered sympathy from both live stream audiences, even some of Wu Heng’s fans felt he wasn’t being reasonable.

[Brother Qiang sought help from this shaman doctor, I believe he was desperate. But this Wu Heng is going too far, using a mud pill to deceive people? Purely wasting time!]
[I feel bad for Brother Qiang, running around for his uncle’s illness, only to be toyed with by a kid. Don’t think you can be arrogant just because you’re a minor.]
[If the pill contained some other medicine, even if it didn’t work, I wouldn’t say anything. But a mud pill is purely a joke. Luckily I haven’t become a fan yet, still observing. Brother Qiang’s character is a thousand times better.]
[Refund! How can you do this to Brother Qiang? Refund!]

Wu Heng asked in surprise, “Why can’t a mud pill cure illnesses?”

The legend of Nuwa creating humans from mud was still prevalent in ancient times. If mud could be molded into living people, what was so strange about him making a mud pill to cure illnesses?

Everyone was momentarily speechless. A mud pill curing illnesses? Did he think he was Ji Gong, able to conjure magical pills from his body?

But then they reconsidered—

Yes, this mysterious shaman doctor had cured He Yunxiao’s snake fetus belly with a dance. Who knew if his mud pill might have some magical effect?

The anger on Huang Qiang’s face froze. He almost forgot that this shaman doctor was famous for his unorthodox methods. He looked at the pill, which looked no different from mud from the fields. However, as long as he admitted that this mud pill came from Wu Heng, he could still sue him if anything went wrong!

An idea struck Huang Qiang. He poured a cup of hot water for Huang Zhigang and said, “Uncle, we’ve been to so many hospitals, and they couldn’t find anything. Why don’t you try the medicine prescribed by Doctor Wu Heng?”

Huang Zhigang clutched his swollen throat. He increasingly felt like something was really stuck in his windpipe, his breathing becoming more and more labored, each breath painful.

As Huang Zhigang reached for the mud pill with trembling hands, Huang Qiang suddenly pulled his hand back, saying cautiously, “Uncle, why don’t you take half first?”

Huang Qiang looked at Wu Heng inquiringly. A smile flickered in Wu Heng’s eyes. “That’s fine.”

[Huang Qiang is really bold, actually daring to let his uncle eat mud. Mud shouldn’t be fatal. Brother Qiang is clever, keeping half as evidence, so he can find that so-called shaman doctor if there’s a problem.]
[If mud can cure illnesses, I’ll immediately become this shaman doctor’s top supporter, this is hilarious! A bunch of people who slipped through the cracks of nine-year compulsory education.]
[I understand Brother Qiang’s concern for his uncle’s condition, but why do I feel like…something’s not right?]
[+1, I also feel something’s off, maybe I’m just being paranoid.]

Huang Qiang took a small knife and carefully cut the mud pill in half, handing one half to Huang Zhigang. The earthy smell intensified after the pill was cut open.

Huang Zhigang hesitated for a moment, then, with his nephew’s help, swallowed it with hot water. The earthy taste instantly exploded in his mouth.

It took Huang Zhigang a full five minutes to swallow the medicine.

There were over three hundred thousand netizens in Huang Qiang’s live stream, countless eyes fixed on Huang Zhigang’s every reaction. Some concerned netizens even held their phones tightly, determined to call an ambulance if anything seemed wrong.

However…it seemed to have no effect.

Unlike the snake fetus patient whose large belly shrunk visibly with each fart, Huang Zhigang’s face remained pale, his breathing labored.

[He’s really selling fake medicine, there’s no effect at all. I now suspect that Wu Heng misdiagnosed the uncle’s pig bone stuck in his throat.]
[Are there really people who believe that shaman doctor? He’s crazy enough to tell Fan Tutu to shave her beautiful hair! He’s just a clout chaser. These days, streamers will do anything for views, he should be banned!]
[That night, Wu Heng cured the illness with a shamanic dance, nearly a million netizens saw it. The Shark platform officially confirmed there were no special effects!]
[It’s not a magical elixir that grants immortality instantly. Shouldn’t we wait a few hours to see the effects?]
…

He Yunxiao was also lurking in Huang Qiang’s live stream, desperately suppressing his urge to defend Wu Heng, only able to rub his face.

He couldn’t help at all, he had personally witnessed Wu Heng making the mud pill, even the mud was dug from his own garden. It would be a miracle if it worked! He only hoped Doctor Wu Heng could hold on, and if his account was banned, he could just join the He family.

In contrast, Wu Heng, his chin resting on his hand, a slight smile on his lips, seemed to be waiting for a good show.

Wu Heng: “The signal in the village is bad, I’ll connect again in a few hours.”

Wu Heng shook his lagging phone and went offline, frowning at the “4G” symbol at the top. If it was always 4G, it would be inconvenient for him to browse the internet.

Huang Qiang was secretly delighted. Whether his uncle was cured or not, he won! The traffic in his live stream was high, so he kept the camera focused on Huang Zhigang.

For the next few hours, whether Huang Zhigang was going to the toilet or sleeping on the lounge chair in the courtyard, hundreds of thousands of people watched.

In a European-style villa in Beijing, the group of young men were still together, but instead of playing games these past two days, they had been glued to several live streams, switching back and forth.

Seeing Huang Zhigang sleeping on the lounge chair in the courtyard, his complexion not improving, the barrage comments calling for “reporting the sale of fake medicine” grew louder.

Li Hao, sprawled on the sofa, finally breathed a sigh of relief. “So it was fake medicine, that’s good, that’s good. I said it, how could we be as unlucky as He Yunxiao, getting pregnant with snake fetuses from a single bite? Ah—are you fucking crazy?”

Li Hao looked down and saw his bleached-blond friend suddenly appear beside him, licking his arm.

The friend looked up at Li Hao, a confused expression on his face. Li Hao quickly noticed something was wrong—

Human tongues were warm, but his friend’s lick had been cold, even prickly.

Li Hao screamed and scrambled away, only to find his legs going limp on the sofa. They were unresponsive, merging together and wriggling like a snake, crawling forward.

Li Hao was stunned. He looked back at his friends, who were crawling on the floor in terror.

Their…their legs seemed to have devolved, they couldn’t stand up!

The housekeeper, entering with a plate of fruit, witnessed this bizarre scene, screamed, and ran away.

He Yunxiao was cured, but they were in trouble!

Fortunately, although their legs had devolved, their upper bodies were normal. Li Hao said shakily, “Quick, quick, quick, go to the Chengde Medical Clinic live stream!”

As dusk settled, Huang Qiang woke from a nap, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at the hazy fog. “Why is there fog?”

He turned to the live stream and said, “The environment at the foot of our nature reserve is great, I even saw a weasel a while ago.”

Huang Qiang walked over to the lounge chair and looked down at Huang Zhigang, who was lying there with his eyes closed, his face peaceful, showing no signs of pain. His heart skipped a beat, and a glimmer of joy ignited within him.

Huang Qiang didn’t show it, only reaching out a trembling hand to check for Huang Zhigang’s breath.

Suddenly, Huang Zhigang’s eyes snapped open, his dark pupils, larger than the whites of his eyes, staring straight at Huang Qiang. Huang Qiang jumped back in fright, and Huang Zhigang sat up.

Huang Qiang patted his racing heart. “Uncle, how are you feeling?”

Huang Zhigang hadn’t spoken in months since his throat swelled up. Huang Qiang wasn’t expecting a verbal response, but suddenly, in the night, he heard a deep voice: “Quite good.”

Huang Qiang froze, looking Huang Zhigang up and down.

[Holy crap, the mud pill really worked? Wu Heng has some skills, the uncle can talk now! Amazing! Shouldn’t those who mocked Doctor Wu apologize?]
[Didn’t he diagnose a stuck pig bone? Since it wasn’t coughed up, isn’t this just treating the symptoms, not the root cause? It might not be the mud pill’s effect, the uncle has been taking various medicines.]
[I don’t know, I haven’t heard the uncle’s voice in two months, but does it sound a little different?]

He Yunxiao was startled awake by this scene. The netizens might still be skeptical, but he was 100% sure that was a mud pill! It actually worked?

He Yunxiao almost jumped up in excitement. As expected! Their He family had encountered a true master!

Huang Zhigang stood up straight in front of the camera and said, “Hungry, cook.”

Huang Qiang, always mindful of his identity as a food streamer, immediately said, “Uncle, I’ll cook, you sit… Okay, okay, you can help me out a bit.”

The fans in the live stream were thrilled. Not only was the uncle’s condition improving, but they could also watch Brother Qiang cook tonight? These foodies couldn’t wait!

As darkness fell, atmospheric lights were lit in the courtyard, and dishes were gradually brought to the large round stone table. Each dish was light, very suitable for someone recovering from an illness.

“The last dish is preserved egg and lean meat porridge, my uncle helped me chop the meat,” Huang Qiang said, his eyes slightly red as he faced the camera. “I’m happy as long as my uncle is getting better.”

Huang Qiang was slightly disappointed that his uncle wasn’t dead and he couldn’t extort money from Wu Heng’s family, but then, thinking that a living Huang Zhigang could help him more, he felt quite satisfied.

[Wow—it looks so delicious, Brother Qiang’s skills are amazing. Even though it’s so light, even I, a spice lover, am drooling.]
[That preserved egg and lean meat porridge looks perfect!]
[I don’t know why, but I feel like the uncle looks a little strange…]

Huang Zhigang: “Eat.”

Huang Qiang also found it strange that his uncle was so quiet, but figuring his throat hadn’t been comfortable for so long, speaking less was normal. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

As a food streamer, his eating style and expressions were exaggerated to express the deliciousness of the food.

His uncle sat across from him, his right hand hanging under the stone table, his left hand holding a spoon. Under the dim, old-fashioned light in the courtyard, a strange smile appeared on his honest, simple face.

As Huang Zhigang ate the porridge, the spoon clanged against the bowl, making a jarring sound.

Many netizens felt something was off, but they couldn’t pinpoint it.

[I know! In our rural areas, we eat with chopsticks in our right hand and the bowl in our left. Is the uncle’s right hand uncomfortable? Why is it always under the table?]
[It’s foggy, quite foggy, why am I feeling uneasy? Can we connect with Chengde Medical Clinic? I think that Doctor Wu Heng has a righteous aura! I’m not afraid with him around.]
[A bunch of people talking about ghosts and gods all day, I should sell health supplements to you guys. Do you really think it was the mud pill’s doing? The doctors from the tertiary hospital who prescribed medicine for the uncle before must be crying in the bathroom.]

Huang Qiang, while eating the porridge, invited Wu Heng to connect again, showering him with praises. “This preserved egg and lean meat porridge is so delicious, the meat is so good.”

Wu Heng connected again.

Chengde Medical Clinic started the live stream. Wu Heng saw the message from He Yunxiao on WeChat and granted him administrator privileges in his live stream.

Li Hao and his friends, who had been waiting, immediately rushed into the live stream, intending to request a connection, but Wu Heng accepted Huang Qiang’s connection first.

The friends, sprawled on the floor, looked anxiously at Li Hao. “Haozi, what do we do? He connected with that streamer again.”

Li Hao, also anxious, crawled around on the sofa. “Quickly queue up and request the next connection.”

They didn’t have Wu Heng’s connections, they could only rely on luck in the live stream.

In the live stream, Huang Qiang looked at Wu Heng’s handsome face and said, “Doctor Wu, you really have some skills, my uncle’s condition has improved significantly, he can even drink porridge now! It’s just a pity that the pig bone you mentioned didn’t come out.”

Huang Qiang glanced at the barrage comments and saw that some clever netizens were slightly displeased by his words. His last sentence implied that Wu Heng’s medical skills were lacking, only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

Without waiting for Wu Heng’s reply, Huang Qiang immediately changed the subject. “Doctor Wu, you were joking with me before, right? That definitely wasn’t a mud pill, it was medicine! What are the ingredients of this pill, and what does it treat? Can you share it with everyone?”

Some netizens suspected that Wu Heng was unwilling to share his secret recipe and deliberately called it a mud pill for publicity!

Wu Heng smiled and said, “Its main function is to stop bleeding.”

Including Huang Qiang, all the netizens were stunned. What? Stop bleeding?

That was completely the wrong treatment!

Huang Qiang also found Wu Heng’s words baffling and couldn’t help but mutter, “There’s no bleeding, what bleeding is there to stop? Quack.”

As Huang Qiang stirred the porridge in the stone bowl, his gaze casually swept across it and then froze.

In the fragrant stone bowl, there was a sapphire ring.

Huang Qiang remembered this ring. His uncle had once boasted that he received it as a reward from the Shi family for his excellent cooking. He had secretly searched for it online, it was worth seven figures!

His uncle loved this ring and wore it on his right middle finger almost all the time.

Why was this sapphire ring in the preserved egg and lean meat porridge? Had it accidentally fallen in while cooking?

Huang Qiang felt something was amiss. He stirred the bowl with his spoon, and a soft, rotten finger emerged.

That finger was clearly human.

Huang Qiang’s blood ran cold, and his uncle’s cold voice came from above. “Qiangzi, why aren’t you eating?”

Blood!

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

Huang Qiang dropped his spoon in shock. He finally saw his uncle’s right arm, empty!

There was no gushing blood from the severed arm, only a few drops dripping down.

Wu Heng gently asked, “Is the treatment appropriate now?”