Chapter 20 Part4
As the camera shook, Fan Tu rushed out to the living room. A refined middle-aged man was lying on the sofa, a flower also blooming on his head. The unopened bud was dark red, its stem thicker, firmly attached to his scalp, the plant greedily absorbing Mr. Zhou’s essence and blood.
The barrage comments were filled with exclamation marks and “holy crap,” along with praises for Uncle Zhou’s still charming appearance despite his age!
Fan Xuan thought Uncle Zhou looked…older than he did two days ago. His usually well-maintained hair had some white strands, and even the back of his hands had wrinkles, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
Fan Tu quickly said, “Brother, quickly give Uncle Zhou my watering can.”
Zhou Haotian looked at the clock on the wall, then at Fan Tu with concern. “Tutu, this medicine is for you, and there’s not much left. You should use it yourself.”
Fan Tu didn’t think too much about it. “Give it to Uncle Zhou first. If Doctor Wu Heng’s account is permanently banned, I’m as good as dead anyway. No medicine, no medicine.”
Fan Xuan, seeing his sister’s relatively good spirits and thinking that Uncle Zhou was a good person, immediately poured the remaining third of the medicine onto Mr. Zhou’s head.
Mr. Zhou felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a group of people surrounding him. He weakly repeated the words he had said before passing out: “Find Wu Heng for me.”
Wu Heng wasn’t in the room.
Mr. Zhou looked at his son, Zhou Haotian, in confusion. Didn’t he go to find Doctor Wu Heng? Why were they at the Fan family’s house?
With the Zhou family’s influence, finding Wu Heng’s address shouldn’t be difficult. His son wasn’t even concerned?
Zhou Haotian immediately said, “Dad, his account is probably banned, he won’t appear in public anymore.”
Mr. Zhou’s mind was hazy. He felt like his brain was a malfunctioning computer after waking up. He looked at his son, a fleeting thought crossing his mind, but his confused state prevented him from grasping it.
Mr. Zhou never imagined he would one day share the same symptoms as his future daughter-in-law. But he was a man who had seen the world. After taking a few deep breaths, he was about to speak.
Fan Tu, staring at the flower, blurted out, “Mine is prettier.”
Everyone present: “…”
[Hahaha, Tutu, that superficial girl, still comparing beauty at a time like this. Probably only Wu Heng can make her willingly admit defeat.]
[Our Mr. Zhou is still charming! His essence-blood flower is beautiful. True beauty defies age.]
[Is that Mr. Zhou’s son next to him? I heard he’s Tutu’s boyfriend. He’s not as handsome as his dad, but still okay, just don’t compare them too much.]
[As expected, those chosen as flowerpots are true beauties, regardless of gender or age, no beauty is spared, lol.]
[I just want to know what kind of prescription Wu Heng gave her, it actually made her instantly wake up. Do you think it would work for someone in a vegetative state?]
[For someone in a vegetative state, maybe it could give them a push.]
…
Countless netizens in the live stream stared intently at the watering can, wishing they could see through it. This medicine had temporarily saved Fan Tu’s life but also ruined the Chengde Medical Clinic account. Wu Heng was probably still in jail.
What a pity.
They wondered if the prescription could be made public.
It was almost eleven o’clock at night, the night wind blowing outside.
Many netizens who had excitedly joined Fan Tutu’s live stream were getting tired and were about to leave.
Suddenly, a profile picture appeared in the previously empty connection invitation box on the right. The profile picture was the “Chengde Medical Clinic” signboard.
Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, millions of netizens instantly perking up, staring intently.
In a flash, the black screen transformed into a handsome, fair young man with a smile on his face, a small gray snake wrapped around his wrist, and a thick white snake lying at his feet like a toy.
Who else could it be but Wu Heng?!
Fan Tu was the first to cry out, “Heng Bao!” (a term of endearment)
Wu Heng let out an “Ah,” and instantly, both live streams were flooded with “Heng Bao.”
Zhou Haotian looked at Wu Heng on the screen in disbelief. He…he was still using this account?
Mr. Zhou glanced at everyone’s expressions.
He Yunxiao was overjoyed to see Wu Heng, especially seeing his snake daughter wrapped around Wu Heng’s wrist, he felt a sense of closeness.
After Wu Heng was forced offline that day, He Yunxiao had wanted to go to Nan Nuo village to find him, but Wu Heng had sent him a message telling him not to worry and not to come.
[Holy crap, I thought he would never use the Chengde Medical Clinic account again.]
[Impossible, don’t forget he’s only seventeen and a half, still a minor. He was probably lectured by the police and made to write a letter of guarantee for two or three days. From now on, Wu Heng can only be a typical attractive streamer, no more of that mystical stuff.]
[It’s good that he’s back. He definitely won’t dare to do online consultations anymore, his account will probably slowly die down.]
Fan Tu, excited, was about to speak when Wu Heng raised his hand to stop her. “Wait a moment, let me say something first.”
[See, he’s probably going to announce that he won’t be doing online consultations anymore.]
[Huh? My relatives still have strange illnesses and want to queue up. No more online consultations? So disappointed. There are plenty of attractive streamers, but only one shaman doctor. What a pity to lose him.]
[Even if he can’t do online consultations, it’s still nice to see Wu Heng and chat.]
Wu Heng faced the camera and, in front of nearly three million viewers in both live streams, announced loudly, “Chengde Medical Clinic will soon be launching Wu Heng’s Special Mosquito Repellent Ointment, effective against all kinds of insects! Mosquitoes, spiders, no problem! First batch of five hundred, 50% off, a huge discount!”
Everyone: “…………”
Wu Heng: “Administrator, prepare the product link!”
He Yunxiao: “Huh? Got it!”
All the netizens were dumbfounded. He wasn’t announcing the end of online consultations, but instead, he was going to sell special ointments?
Holy crap.
Zhou Haotian blurted out, “He’s selling things now?”
Mr. Zhou couldn’t help but look over again.
Fan Tu raised her hand and shouted, “Me, me, me, me, I’m super afraid of insects, I’ll buy first!”
[I’m speechless, didn’t the police lecture Wu Heng? Not only is he still doing online consultations, he’s also selling ointments now?]
[The Wu Heng we imagined: Pitifully writing a 10,000-word letter of guarantee in a small dark room; The actual Wu Heng: I’ll be the number one shaman doctor on Shark with my ointments!]
[Those who still think this is scripted should use their brains, what kind of signal is this, chilling.]
[I’m dying of laughter, those who were waiting for Wu Heng’s account to be banned, come and see, our Heng Bao is awesome.]
[Mosquito repellent? That’s quite common, there are tons of them on the market. Not very impressive. I’m more interested in the prescription he gave Fan Tutu for replenishing essence and blood.]
[Haha, he’s even being picky, only five hundred available, do you think you can even get one?]
He Yunxiao immediately fulfilled his duties as an administrator, hastily creating a product link for the mosquito repellent ointment, without even a picture, waiting for the rush of buyers.
Li Hao and his friends, huddled in the Nan Nuo village guesthouse, gritted their teeth watching this scene.
“He Yunxiao, you bastard, just you wait, we’ll soon surpass you and become Doctor Wu Heng’s favorite little cutie squad! Roar~”
Mosquito repellent wasn’t the main event tonight. Wu Heng quickly moved on.
Tonight’s highlight was the potential murder. Someone was coming to take the blooming flower and the flowerpot!
The Fan family’s parents had immediately hired bodyguards and even called the police, afraid that someone would harm their daughter. But if it was something supernatural, it wouldn’t be so easy to deal with.
The little white snake hissed disdainfully in snake language: ‘Is it necessary to be so nervous?’
The little white snake slithered to Wu Heng’s feet and looked up at the little gray snake wrapped around his wrist, saying flatteringly, ‘Xi Xi, Big Brother Da Bai will protect you.’
Wu Heng looked down at the little white snake with disdain. This bootlicker, or rather, snake-licker.
The little white snake was envious of Xi Xi. Wu Heng wasn’t very nice to it, but he was good to his goddaughter, carrying Xi Xi everywhere, never making her crawl on the ground.
While it not only had to crawl, but also dig holes.
The little white snake grumbled, ‘I’ve dug so many holes, I don’t believe anyone would be stupid enough to fall into them.’
“Thump—” Dust flew as someone fell into the hole in front of them.
The little white snake: “…” Someone actually fell in?
The person inside struggled to climb out, his bronze face grim. “A small pit like this wants to stop me, a Celestial Master, laughable—ah!”
This person had appeared unnoticed, silently approaching while Wu Heng was live streaming.
Celestial Master Wu, seeing Wu Heng still by the gate promoting his mosquito repellent ointment, thought this young Taoist doctor was truly naive, not even realizing he was here.
But then, damn it, he fell into another pit!
This one was even bigger than the first!
Celestial Master Wu cursed inwardly, struggling to climb out of the pit. He saw the young man, who had just been promoting his product, standing nearby with a smile, warning him solemnly, “There are more pits ahead, don’t step on them.”
Celestial Master Wu sneered. “Never three times” was a common saying in the metaphysics world. The same trick wouldn’t work on the same person a third time.
Celestial Master Wu scoffed. “Really? I don’t believe it.”
The man took seven Celestial Master steps. Since he had stepped with his right foot last time, this time, he cautiously moved like a snake and stepped with his left foot.
“Thump—”
Celestial Master Wu fell into a third, even bigger and deeper pit.
The Celestial Master in the pit cursed, “Fuck your grandma, are you writing a novel? It’s all pits!”
And he didn’t even fill them in!
Wu Heng: “I told you there were more pits ahead, you insisted on stepping on them.”
The Celestial Master in the pit couldn’t understand. “Why did I still fall in?”
Wu Heng thought for a moment and offered an explanation. “Who told you to step with your left foot first?”
