Chapter 20 Part3
“The little white snake came and told me the cops arrested you!” Zhou Yi rode his father’s electric scooter to town to rescue Wu Heng. As soon as he arrived, he saw Wu Heng snatching joss paper from Lai boy’s seventh-day memorial fire.
The little white snake sat proudly in the scooter’s front basket, its two small horns seemingly several times taller.
Seeing Wu Heng come out so quickly, Zhou Yi suspected the police had released him because his education level was too low to write a 1,000-word letter of guarantee.
Not wanting to go home, Zhou Yi rode the scooter, carrying Wu Heng and the little white snake, towards the ancient well at the eastern edge of the village, their secret base.
“Xiao Heng, I saw netizens discussing you online, when are you going to see that Fan Tutu?”
Wu Heng knew that Zhou Yi wasn’t always studying; he would look for any chance to slack off.
They got off the scooter by the ancient well, and Zhou Yi parked it.
“No rush,” Wu Heng sniffed the air, looking around suspiciously. “Why do I smell fried chicken?”
He exchanged glances with the little white snake, its scarlet eyes shifty, but he didn’t see anything unusual.
Wu Heng looked away and said to Zhou Yi, “Let’s collect some herbs first. We’ll split the earnings, half and half.”
Zhou Yi waved his hands repeatedly. “No, no, no, 30% is enough, I’m just helping you out.”
When it came to making money, Zhou Yi was much more enthusiastic than studying.
The two young men and a white snake busied themselves on the small hill at the eastern edge of the village, Li Hao and his friends watching from afar.
Seeing Wu Heng jump into the well, Li Hao and his friends were stunned for a moment, then Li Hao’s eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh excitedly, shouting, “Hahahaha, I’ve found a way to surpass that bastard He Yunxiao in Doctor Wu’s eyes!”
“We’ll become Doctor Wu’s favorite followers!”
Outside the Fan family villa, Wu Heng was shaking the well water from his hair. He had only used the ancient well method to travel to Beijing before. Tonight, coming to T Province, he almost went to the wrong water system.
“Dig quickly.” Wu Heng folded the two joss paper notes he had snatched from Lai boy’s memorial fire into small shovel shapes, chanted a spell, and they transformed into two paper shovels.
One large, one small. Wu Heng tossed the large one to the little white snake.
This was the little white snake’s first time traveling to another province with Wu Heng, and it was as curious as a country bumpkin visiting the city. Before it could even look around, Wu Heng tossed it a shovel and made it work.
The little white snake glanced at the little gray snake in Wu Heng’s arms. If it didn’t work, Xi Xi would have to be Wu Heng’s child laborer. Xi Xi was a young lady from Beijing, how could she do such work?
The little white snake cried out indignantly, “Wu Heng, are you treating me like a beast of burden?”
Wu Heng: “Like a horse or an ox.”
The little white snake: “I’m the (Intern) Well Dragon King!”
Wu Heng added, “Dragons, oxen, and horses are all in the Chinese zodiac, what makes you so noble?”
The little white snake: “…”
The little white snake, holding the paper shovel, started digging, grumbling, “Wu Heng, how much do I have to dig?”
Wu Heng looked at the little white snake’s scales gleaming under the moonlight. It had only been a few days, but Da Bai seemed to have gained weight, looking slightly thicker. The food it could find in Nan Nuo village shouldn’t be that abundant. Wu Heng gestured around the Fan family villa and changed his mind. “Dig it all.”
This was clearly preferential treatment. Xi Xi crawled down from Wu Heng and explained to the little white snake, “Because Heng Heng is my godfather, he’s good to me.”
The little white snake, clutching the paper shovel, declared, “I will never let Wu Heng be my godfather!”
Although being a godson seemed quite nice, with Xi Xi being pampered like a princess snake, it was Wu Heng!
Wu Heng replied, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t accept an unfilial son like you either.”
As the little white snake frantically dug, Wu Heng walked around the Fan family villa, then took out his phone.
Hashtags like #ShamanDoctorHasntAppearedForTwoDays were trending.
[The last scene in the live stream was the plainclothes police showing up. That scammer shaman doctor is probably finished, the official announcement should be out soon.]
[Insiders revealed that a concerned citizen reported him for practicing medicine without a license. He’ll never get out, and his account being banned is only a matter of time.]
[Sigh, I think Doctor Wu Heng has real skills, what about Fan Tutu? She’s a rich girl, she wouldn’t be part of a staged act.]
[Isn’t tonight the day the flower bud on Fan Tutu’s head blooms? If Wu Heng doesn’t appear tonight, she’s probably done for.]
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Fan Tu, being stubborn, couldn’t contact Wu Heng privately, so she started a live stream, constantly sending connection invitations to Chengde Medical Clinic.
As soon as Fan Tutu’s live stream started, doctors and netizens with strange illnesses came to learn, some came to watch the drama, and many came to see when Wu Heng’s account would be banned. In just ten minutes, Fan Tutu’s live stream had three hundred thousand viewers.
Fan Tu wiped her tears with a tissue and cried, “I really don’t know which bastard reported my Doctor Wu. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even know how I might die.”
“I used to sleep twenty hours a day, and now, although I have this weird flower on my head, I can sleep soundly for eight hours, and the rest of the time, I’m quite normal.”
Wu Heng’s prescription was truly magical. The decocted medicine didn’t need to be ingested, just poured on her head like fertilizer.
Wu Heng had said that the flower was absorbing her essence and blood, which was why she was always sleepy. Just one bowl of medicine could provide the flower with the essence and blood it needed, wasn’t this a divine doctor?
The more she thought about it, the more Fan Tu hated the “concerned citizen” who reported Wu Heng.
[Tutu’s condition has improved so much, her complexion is even rosy. If it weren’t for the thing on her head, I would think something good happened to her.]
[To be honest, what Wu Heng does isn’t scientific or positive, his account being banned is only a matter of time.]
[Didn’t the shaman doctor say someone was using Tutu’s head as a flowerpot to grow a flower, and when it blooms, they’ll take both the flower and the pot? Could something go wrong?]
[It seems dangerous, and there are so many people online imitating the Beauty Well Water Transformation video… Hopefully, Tutu is the only victim.]
Just as Fan Tu was about to say that she was the only victim, Fan Xuan rushed in, dumbfounded. “Sis, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, he…”
Fan Tu immediately said, “Tell Uncle Zhou to stop trying to convince me. I only trust Doctor Wu Heng now! I’m not going to a tertiary hospital!”
Fan Xuan shook his head vigorously. “No, I mean, a flower has bloomed on Uncle Zhou’s head too! Brother Haotian brought him to our house.”
Fan Tu: “¿What?”
Holy crap, she had just said there were no other victims, and now a new one appeared?
