Chapter 21 Part 1
You can’t step into the same river twice, but you can fall into the same hole three times.
[Hahaha, Heng Bao is hilarious, who is this guy, so unlucky to fall into the same hole three times?]
[Heng Heng worked hard, did Doctor Wu Heng dig all these himself?]
[So… Wu Heng wasn’t connecting with anyone because he was busy digging holes? What is this place? So many holes.]
An ID named Sanshui Zhenren appeared again. This person had commented that Huang Zhigang was possessed during Wu Heng’s live stream connection with Huang Qiang and had quite a following among metaphysics enthusiasts on Shark.
[Sanshui Zhenren: The person in the hole should be a Heavenly Master.]
Sanshui Zhenren was anxious, typing furiously outside the live stream.
[Sanshui Zhenren: Doctor Wu Heng is underestimating the abilities of Heavenly Masters, one hole can’t stop him. He must have blood on his hands.]
Although this Heavenly Master was a bit foolish, trying to stop him with holes was too naive. Wu Heng should stick to diagnosing patients, fighting and killing wasn’t suitable for him.
Fan Xuan, seeing the fleeting scenery in the live stream, suddenly exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t that outside our villa? Doctor Wu Heng, are you outside our house?”
Fan Tu, cupping the flower on her head, rushed out.
Mr. Zhou followed, kicking Zhou Haotian. “Let’s go too.”
When they ran outside, they saw that the person in the hole couldn’t climb out. As soon as his hand touched the edge, he recoiled with a cry, his palm covered in black qi.
The little white snake was shocked. It had dug this hole, was it already this powerful?
As expected of it!
Wu Heng remained calm. Even the most powerful Heavenly Master feared the qi of Yin messengers. This hole was dug with a shovel made from the joss paper of the newly appointed Yin messenger, Lai boy. Climbing out wouldn’t be easy.
Mr. Zhou, feeling exhausted, was the last to leave the villa. When he saw the dust-covered man in the hole, he froze. “Haotian’s personal driver?”
Everyone looked at Zhou Haotian inquiringly. He panicked, his voice strained. “What does this have to do with me? Why are you all looking at me?”
[This is definitely suspicious, what a coincidence that it’s someone they know? Indeed, it’s always someone familiar.]
[It shouldn’t be, one of the patients was even his father, he wouldn’t be that crazy, right?]
[Some people are too naive.]
Heavenly Master Wu, looking at his hands, scorched black and blistered by the Yin qi, gave up struggling and sat down in the hole.
He didn’t know which underworld Yin messenger this little shaman doctor had befriended, using such a method to trap him. However, Yin messengers were different from ghosts. As soon as the sun rose, he would be able to climb out.
Heavenly Master Wu sat in the hole, looking at Wu Heng provocatively.
Before Wu Heng could say anything, the little white snake hissed angrily, ‘Wu Heng, can you tolerate this? Get him!
Wu Heng, however, remained calm. He picked up the other paper shovel and walked towards Fan Tu.
Fan Tu had watched many medical dramas. Doctors had all sorts of tools on the operating table, from basic scissors to terrifying drills and scalpels.
Now it was her turn to be terrified.
Fan Tu instinctively took a step back, only to be stopped by Fan Xuan behind her. Unable to retreat, she stammered, “D-doctor Wu, c-can you give me anesthesia before the surgery? I-I’m afraid of pain.”
Then, pointing at the slightly weak Mr. Zhou, she betrayed her teammate. “Respect the elderly and care for the young, let Uncle Zhou go first.”
Mr. Zhou, looking at the small shovel in Wu Heng’s hand, also felt apprehensive.
Wu Heng was quite curious. Having come from ancient times, he wasn’t very familiar with modern medicine and had never seen a surgery before.
“Doctor Wu, shouldn’t surgeries be performed in sterile operating rooms?” Fan Tu’s mother asked cautiously.
This was her brain! A bacterial infection could be fatal!
A verified account named “T Province Provincial Hospital” suddenly commented: [Our operating room is available.]
[!!! I knew there must be doctors lurking in this live stream, even tertiary hospitals are watching.]
[Besides that, can Wu Heng do this alone? Isn’t one surgeon insufficient for brain surgery? There doesn’t seem to be anyone to assist him.]
[I want to call this reckless endangerment, but thinking that it’s Wu Heng, I’ll hold back.]
Wu Heng said, “I’m not performing surgery.”
He didn’t need a sterile operating room or surgical gowns.
Wu Heng stood before Fan Tu, less than half a meter away, looking down at the terrifying, enchanting flower bud, which was drawing all its nourishment from her essence blood.
“Sis, don’t move,” Fan Xuan said, holding Fan Tu’s trembling arm firmly. “Why are you harder to control than a pig during the Lunar New Year?”
Fan Tu had tried to pull the flower out before, the excruciating pain was still fresh in her memory.
She was terrified!
Heavenly Master Wu in the pit sneered. That flower seed wasn’t ordinary, its roots had already burrowed deep into the blood vessels in her brain. Pulling it out would definitely kill her, and this little shaman doctor wouldn’t be able to save her, he would even be charged with manslaughter!
If he could pull it out, he, Wu Yong, would take Wu Heng’s surname!
Wu Heng placed one hand on Fan Tu’s head. The paper shovel touched the plant firmly attached to her scalp, following the terrifying roots and gently scooping upwards.
Wu Heng stared at the easily loosened stem. The joss paper from Lai boy, the Yin messenger, was indeed more useful than colored paper from stationery stores. He would have to ask Grandma Lai for more next time she burned offerings for her grandson.
Wu Heng’s movements were gentle, and Fan Tu didn’t feel any pain at all.
Fan Tu, tilting her head slightly, saw Wu Heng’s soft jawline and even smelled the faint fragrance of herbs on him. Her drowsy mind was filled with the thought of how could someone be so beautiful.
At that moment, Fan Tu could only think of his beauty.
But she vaguely heard gasps around her, and the weight on her head lightened, no longer feeling top-heavy. She couldn’t help but ask, “How’s my hair? Is the top of my head bald?!”
Fan Tu instinctively reached up to touch her head, but Wu Heng’s hand gently stroked it. “It’s fine now.”
The enchanting flower that had been growing from Fan Tu’s head, along with its blood-red roots, had been completely removed!
Heavenly Master Wu’s eyes widened: “…!”
Crouching in the hole, Heavenly Master Wu couldn’t help but think, well, he did have an accent anyway.
Taking Wu Heng’s surname, Wu Wu also… also sounded about the same, haha… damn it!
As Wu Heng withdrew his hand, Fan Tu carefully touched her head. Only her dry hair remained, the flower was truly gone.
Mr. Zhou, seeing Wu Heng approach him, was about to ask if the shovel needed to be sterilized when Wu Heng swiftly removed the flower from his head.
His flower-removing technique was even better than a professional gardener’s.
[How did Wu Heng do that? Tutu screamed in pain just by pulling it slightly, but he used a shovel without any problem, it’s amazing.]
[So he just scooped the flower out like that? I waited so long to see it bloom, and now I can’t?]
[Some people just want to watch the drama unfold and see someone’s head bloom, who’s responsible if something goes wrong? Of course, it’s best to deal with it as soon as possible.]
[My worldview has been shattered, a flower growing from a human head, unheard of.]
[What will happen to the flower? Is it for sale?]
Heavenly Master Wu stared at Wu Heng menacingly. The Beauty’s Dimple needed the essence blood of a beautiful woman to thrive, and only the blooming flower was truly potent. Now, it had been uprooted before blooming. Not only was his effort wasted, but he was also in trouble!
Wu Heng murmured, “It’s a pity it didn’t bloom.”
Meeting Wu Heng’s gaze, Heavenly Master Wu shuddered, looking at him warily. “Why are you looking at me like that? What are you planning to do?”
Wu Heng looked at Fan Tu and Mr. Zhou. “Do you know how to plant flowers?”
Fan Tu and Mr. Zhou instantly understood what Wu Heng meant. Even if they didn’t, they would learn.
Just as the Fan family was about to find two flowerpots, Wu Heng casually pointed at the large hole. “Can’t we just plant them here?”
The (Intern) Well Dragon King’s hard work couldn’t be wasted, could it?
Heavenly Master Wu was horrified, struggling to climb out of the hole, shouting, “I’m warning you, don’t do anything rash!”
“I’ll call the police, I’ll call the police and have you arrested! Help, police!”
Wu Heng handed each of them a shovel. Fan Tu, her eyes blazing, frantically shoveled soil into the hole.
“You dare harm me! You used my head as a flowerpot, now I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be a flowerpot!”
Mr. Zhou didn’t say anything, but his flower-planting speed was much faster than Fan Tu’s, clearly also enraged.
He was a middle-aged man in his early forties, usually well-maintained, and now he had aged ten years because of this.
Heavenly Master Wu screamed in the hole, desperately grasping at straws. “Young Master Zhou, aren’t you going to save me? You gave me the flower seed!”
Fan Tu’s shoveling paused. She abruptly turned and lunged at Zhou Haotian, unable to believe it. “You did this?”
Without waiting for Zhou Haotian to speak, she slapped him hard across the face.
Fan Tu had always thought she had just contracted a strange illness and never suspected Zhou Haotian. This was her fiancé, her future husband, her future family!
When Uncle Zhou said the culprit was Zhou Haotian’s personal driver, she had her doubts but didn’t jump to conclusions. But it turned out to be him after all.
“You bastard, you dared to harm my sister?” Fan Xuan couldn’t sit still anymore and started punching Zhou Haotian.
Mr. Zhou looked at his son being beaten up by the Fan family, incredulous. “How is this possible?”
Zhou Haotian spat out blood, struggling to get up, and snarled, “Why is it impossible? Old man, besides giving me money, what else have you ever given me? Have you ever given me the paternal love I wanted? Never!”
[I suspected him earlier, and it really was him?]
[Besides money… does he know what he’s saying? I’ll take parents who only give money any day.]
[Is he kidding? Your father didn’t give you paternal love, so you harmed your father and now also harmed Tutu?]
Wu Heng watched the drama unfold, adding, “But your stepmother has already run away.”
Stepmother?!
Over a million people online and offline were stunned. Who was Wu Heng talking about?
Zhou Haotian instinctively retorted, “Impossible!”
He took out his phone and tried calling, but it was turned off. He tried contacting her on WeChat, but he had been blocked.
Zhou Haotian panicked completely. “Only Feng Jiao cares about me, but she said she was afraid I would dislike her for being ten years older than me. I don’t mind, how could I mind?”
Mr. Zhou was dumbfounded. “Feng Jiao” was the name of his second ex-wife.
So his son hadn’t given him a plant, but a bright green hat ?
[TL: A green hat is symbol of being cheated on]
Mr. Zhou was so angry he started cursing, “You unfilial son… you beast!”
