A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 23p2

Chapter 23 Part 2

Wu Heng’s fair face flushed slightly. Those three words made it seem like they had some sort of secret relationship.

A second later, another character appeared: “God.”

They were both Xi Xi’s godfathers; it seemed reasonable to add each other on WeChat.

After accepting the request, Wu Heng placed his phone face down on the recliner, applied some mosquito repellent ointment to his wrists, and fell asleep.

He Yunxiao, watching his child’s second godfather staring at his phone, asked gossipingly, “Doctor Wu’s not replying? Did you guys have a fight?”

Shi Xuan: “No.”

Wu Heng simply didn’t like talking to him, it wasn’t a fight.

Shi Xuan then asked: “How did you become friends with him?”

He couldn’t explain why, but for the first time, he wanted to actively make a friend.

He Yunxiao looked shocked. “What? Friends? I’m not Doctor Wu Heng’s friend, I’m his precious little darling!”

Shi Xuan: “…”

He Yunxiao was about to emphasize his status with Wu Heng when he saw a WeChat message from Li Hao. He now really disliked Li Hao and his lackeys, not only were they trying to steal Wu Heng’s attention, but also his position.

[Li Hao: He Yunxiao, the well at my house will be finished tomorrow, you’re invited to the ceremony, you must come.]

He Yunxiao looked puzzled. “What? What’s so interesting about a well? Nobody uses well water these days, why dig one? Are they crazy?”

Shi Xuan’s expression shifted slightly.

Someone else was digging a well?

Shi Xuan asked casually, “Are they also Wu Heng’s precious little darlings?”

He Yunxiao felt a pang in his chest: “…”

No! He was the only one!

A renowned hospital in Beijing

Although Fan Tu, Fan Xuan, and Zhou Mingze took an early flight from T Province, it was already afternoon when they arrived at the hospital.

Fan Xuan kept Fan Tu and Zhou Mingze separated like he was guarding against thieves, afraid that his sister, emboldened by the crowded hospital, would make a move on Uncle Zhou.

Since Fan Tu and Mr. Zhou consumed the Beauty’s Dimple pistils last night, their appearances and vitality had improved drastically. Even walking through the hospital, they attracted many admiring glances.

Fan Xuan considered himself reasonably good-looking, even a popular student at Beijing Medical University, but now he was completely overshadowed.

He wasn’t as handsome as Uncle Zhou, nor did he possess his maturity and charisma. He was completely outclassed.

“So many people,” Fan Tu remarked. “I’m going to the restroom.”

As she turned, she bumped into a young man rushing past.

The young man stumbled back two steps. Before Fan Tu could speak, he said preemptively, “I have no money, don’t try to scam me.”

Fan Tu: “…”

Chen Zhao looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot.

Wu Heng’s hometown was too far away. After delivering the intern certificate, he had hitchhiked, begging for rides, traveling on over a dozen trucks to get back to Beijing. Saving money wasn’t easy.

Without waiting for Fan Tu’s reply, Chen Zhao, carrying his wooden sword, strode towards the elevator.

Mr. Zhou looked at the young man in patched clothes, his righteous aura unmistakable, and remarked, “There’s something different about him.”

Besides his good looks, Fan Tu and Fan Xuan didn’t notice anything else. Mr. Zhou chuckled and explained, “Although a wooden sword isn’t considered a controlled weapon, to prevent hospital violence, hospitals these days wouldn’t allow anyone carrying one inside, unless they have permission from higher-ups.”

Strange, why would the hospital allow a young man carrying a wooden sword inside? Zhou Mingze pondered.

Fan Tu’s eyes shone with admiration. “Uncle Zhou, should we really…”

Mr. Zhou immediately straightened his face. “Go to the restroom, we’ll have our checkups soon.”

Fan Tu went to the restroom on the first floor. After washing her hands, she took out the bamboo box from her bag, opened the lid, and scooped out some ointment, applying it to her hands.

She had examined the mosquito repellent ointment on the plane. It wasn’t sticky at all, absorbing easily like hand cream, leaving a faint herbal fragrance, and she instantly loved it.

Mr. Zhou and Fan Xuan waited for Fan Tu to come out, the atmosphere slightly awkward.

Fan Xuan stroked his chin, changing the subject. “Uncle Zhou, have you watched Doctor Wu Heng’s live streams before?”

Mr. Zhou shook his head. Before the flower grew from his head, he considered those people online charlatans.

Fan Xuan looked at the hospital logo and suddenly snapped his fingers excitedly. “I said this hospital looked familiar, I remember now.”

“That patient Doctor Wu connected with before, the woman picking her belly button in the hospital bed, she seems to be from this hospital.”

Thinking of Wu Heng, a shaman doctor who treated strange illnesses, and then the young man with the wooden sword, they felt something was amiss.

Fan Tu came out, and they put aside their thoughts, going for their checkups.

Worried about the elevator fee, Chen Zhao walked up to the twelfth floor. The higher he went, the fewer people he saw, until the twelfth floor, which was deserted.

A doctor was already waiting for him at the door, along with the former hospital director.

Chen Zhao first presented his A4 printed Taoist doctor certificate, issued by the Xuanmen.

Although he had heard from colleagues that there were more and more patients with strange illnesses admitted to the hospital these past few years, this was his first time encountering one.

“Doctor Chen, we recently admitted a patient with a very strange condition. She keeps secreting a strange web-like substance from her belly button. After examination, we discovered it’s…it’s…”

Chen Zhao asked, “What is it?”

“Spider silk.”

This examination report stunned all the doctors. They initially thought there was a problem with the equipment and immediately arranged a second examination.

But the results were the same.

Gradually, the patient’s family also felt something was wrong and, in their desperation, turned to the online shaman doctor named Wu Heng for help.

Unfortunately, they weren’t lucky. Before they could fully explain the condition, Wu Heng was taken away by the local police for investigation.

He was recently released, but since the Taoist doctor from Xuanmen had arrived, they decided not to seek a follow-up consultation with Wu Heng.

Chen Zhao and the others arrived at the ward, looking through the glass window. The patient inside lifted her hospital gown and was picking her belly button, which was red and bleeding, but she continued picking.

Chen Zhao said calmly, “There are more and more demonic creatures these days, all kinds of animals gaining sentience and mutating. I’ll go in and take a look, you guys stay outside.”

Hehehe, 500 yuan, here he comes~

Luckily he was fast. Those Gu masters and spirit mediums hadn’t arrived yet, this money was his!

Chen Zhao took off his wooden sword and entered the ward.

The doctors and family members waited outside, pacing anxiously.

There was no sound from inside, not even the sound of conversation.

After two hours with no news, they became restless.

One family member tried to open the door, their hand on the handle, but was startled. “Why can’t I open it?”

Everyone was stunned and tried to help, but the door wouldn’t open. They tried to look inside through the small glass window, but it was covered in a white fog, obscuring their view.

Unease filled their hearts. This… this didn’t look right.

“Doctor Chen! Doctor Chen, say something!”

No response.

Now everyone panicked. What if, instead of curing the patient, he became another victim?

“What should we do? Should we… should we try connecting with that Wu Heng?” a family member asked anxiously, clutching their phone.

Wu Heng was holding a free clinic all day, and as a returning patient, the administrator would prioritize their connection.

The family member gritted their teeth and sent a connection request.

He Yunxiao had followed the previous patients, so upon receiving the request, he moved them to the front of the queue. They connected in less than ten minutes.

Seeing the handsome Wu Heng, the family member almost burst into tears. “Doctor Wu Heng!”

[Who is this? Why so emotional?]
[I think I remember, is this the family member of that belly button-picking patient from last time?]
[I didn’t think they were in a hurry. Why didn’t they seek a follow-up consultation earlier? Why do they look like they’re about to cry now?]

The family member wiped their tears. “Doctor Wu, there’s something strange about my mother’s illness. Now… now a doctor went into her ward and can’t come out! What should we do?”

The netizens in the live stream were confused. What did “went into the ward and can’t come out” mean? Was the lock broken? Call a locksmith! Or the fire department! They could break down any door!

Wu Heng looked at the family member’s face. “I understand.”

The camera shook as Wu Heng took out his phone and sent a message to Fan Tu.

[Fan Tutu: Doctor Heng Heng is so thoughtful, my godfather and I finished our checkups, we’re perfectly healthy, our brains are amazing!]
[Fan Tutu: He wants us to… go to the twelfth floor? OK!]

Fan Tu showed the message to Fan Xuan and Zhou Mingze. They now trusted Wu Heng implicitly. If he told them to go to the twelfth floor, they would go.

The three of them took the elevator to the twelfth floor. As soon as they stepped out, they noticed how few medical staff there were, and the few present looked extremely panicked.

As they approached, they entered the patient’s family member’s live stream camera frame.

[Aaaa, Tutu is even more beautiful now, Mr. Zhou is so handsome, and Fan Xuan is still human.]
[What a coincidence? Fan Tu and Uncle Zhou came to Beijing for checkups and ran into this?]
[The patient’s family member looked troubled earlier, but we still don’t know what the illness is. I have a bad premonition.]

The family member kept muttering about the door not opening.

Wu Heng: “Tutu, can you help open the door?”

Fan Tu didn’t understand, but knowing Wu Heng wouldn’t harm her, she placed both hands on the door, preparing to use all her strength to push open the door that no one else could open.

The door creaked open with just a slight push.

Fan Tu: “!!”

Fan Tu stared at her hands in shock, muttering, “Besides becoming more beautiful, did I also become super strong?”

Fan Tu carefully pushed the door open. The room was dim, the interior barely visible.

As Fan Tu instinctively reached for the light switch, the overhead fluorescent light, covered in something, flickered on. Although dim, it illuminated the scene.

The entire ward was covered in white spiderwebs!

A tall figure, resembling a mummy, was stuck to the wall, a wooden sword also trapped beside him.

“Ah—!”

Fan Tu screamed in terror.

The others also felt their legs go weak, instinctively wanting to retreat from the ward.

Chen Zhao could barely move, only his mouth. He retched, spitting out strands of silk, and seeing Fan Xuan pulling his sister out, he said with difficulty, “Don’t…don’t go, do you…have any insect repellent?”

What?

Insect repellent?

Fan Tu gripped Fan Xuan’s arm, glancing at her hands. “I…I just applied the mosquito repellent ointment I bought from Doctor Wu, fifty percent off, two thousand yuan!”

Mosquito repellent ointment, for repelling mosquitoes and insects.

Fan Tu’s eyes lit up. She suddenly understood. It wasn’t that she had become stronger, it was the effect of the ointment. That’s why she could open the door.

Could it be… could it be that Wu Heng knew they would encounter this patient with the strange illness? That’s why he offered the mosquito repellent ointment at a discount?

Fan Xuan and the others were startled, quickly applying the ointment to themselves, and sharing it with the patient’s family and the director.

Chen Zhao’s mind was spinning. What kind of mosquito repellent cost two thousand yuan even at a discount?!

He then heard a familiar, pleasant voice with a hint of laughter coming from his phone. “Fellow Daoist, are you sure you don’t want a jar of mosquito repellent? Thirty percent off for you.”

Chen Zhao snapped out of his daze. Holy crap, this… this was Wu Heng’s voice, the Wu Heng he had delivered the intern certificate to two days ago.

That little shaman doctor had said he couldn’t solve the case at the tertiary hospital. Damn, it seemed he was right.

This girl’s insect repellent was made by Wu Heng?

Many Taoist doctors in the Xuanmen made mosquito repellent ointments, all quite effective, but none could repel spider silk!

Chen Zhao’s mind was a mess.

Fan Tu was about to offer the ointment in her pocket to the trapped man when Wu Heng’s words made her realize he wouldn’t be in danger for a while.

She asked, “Want to buy some?”

[I’m dumbfounded, is that spider silk? Did he walk into a spider demon’s lair? Is this guy a Tang Sanzang (a monk who was captured by demons in Journey to the West)?]
[Where’s the patient? Where did she go?]
[The mosquito repellent is two thousand yuan even at a discount? I thought it was too expensive, only for rich ladies, but I won’t say anything now. Fan Tutu is the best spokesperson for Wu Heng’s mosquito repellent!]
[Two thousand yuan face cream: I can’t afford it in my life; Two thousand yuan Wu Heng mosquito repellent: If I can’t get it, I’ll die!]
[This isn’t mosquito repellent, this is life-saving cream! What is this Tang Sanzang still hesitating about? Even buying it on credit is better than nothing!]

Chen Zhao was immobilized, but his mind was racing.

This lady bought the mosquito repellent from the little shaman doctor at a fifty percent discount, spending two thousand yuan.

The little shaman doctor only offered him a thirty percent discount, which meant he would have to pay two thousand eight hundred yuan.

Good heavens, his master only promised him five hundred yuan for curing this patient! Two thousand eight hundred would bankrupt him!

Seeing his hesitation, Fan Xuan asked impatiently, “Thirty percent off mosquito repellent, or being wrapped like a mummy, choose one, don’t waste our time!”

Fan Xuan added, “Forget it, sis, let’s just get him down first.”

Just as everyone thought Chen Zhao had passed out and they were about to rescue him, he squeezed out a word: “…or.”