Chapter 33 Part 1
The little ghost, seemingly having never encountered such a fierce spirit snake, was startled and, with a wail, threw itself into Wu Heng’s arms.
Wu Heng patted the child’s thin back, glaring at the little white snake.
The little white snake exclaimed incredulously, ‘This little ghost is such a green tea bitch!
His poor Xi Xi, treated like a princess in Beijing, betrayed by her shameless godfather.
The little white snake wondered, if Wu Heng really wanted to raise a child ghost secretly, why not choose a complete soul, instead of a disabled one?
Wu Heng comforted the little ghost. “It’s just in a bad mood because its proposal to be someone’s father-in-law was rejected, don’t mind it.”
The little white snake sulked. He Yunxiao hadn’t just rejected it, his entire being radiated rejection.
Wu Heng picked up the scattered textbooks and materials, dug some clean mud from the flowerbed, pocketed the mud heart he had made, and went inside the clinic.
The little ghost floated in directly, while the little white snake, afraid of being discovered by You Jin, slipped in stealthily.
Wu Heng sat at the consultation table, flipping through the biology textbooks, from junior high to high school, all complete.
He started with the most basic textbook, noticing how clean it was, almost brand new. There were a few notes here and there, concise yet insightful, with detailed annotations.
“So this is modern biology,” Wu Heng murmured, engrossed in reading, finding many corresponding theories to his ancient shamanic medicine knowledge.
As he turned the page, a golden autumn leaf tucked inside caught his eye.
Wu Heng picked up the leaf, lost in thought. The Shi family’s heavy Yin qi made autumn arrive earlier there than in other parts of Beijing. This must be the first fallen leaf of autumn, traveling over three thousand kilometers to reach him.
[HengHengBaby: Received your gift, it’s beautiful.]
Shi Xuan immediately received Wu Heng’s WeChat message, a smile unconsciously gracing his lips, sitting at his desk by the window as he typed his reply.
[SX: Picked it up while cleaning the courtyard.]
[HengHengBaby: I’m talking about your handwriting.]
There was no reply for a long time, then Wu Heng received a formal “thank you” emoji.
Wu Heng put his phone aside, took the mud heart, and carefully carved Guo Jiang’s birth date on it with a toothpick. Once it dried, he would cast a spell and throw it into the River of Forgetfulness in the underworld.
Wu Heng admired the heart. He was truly a master mud sculptor. Look at the blood vessels, the four chambers, all so realistically crafted, easily mistakable for the real thing.
His phone vibrated again, and Wu Heng curiously checked it. Shi Xuan had withdrawn the “thank you” emoji and sent a new one, a cute cat with blushing cheeks.
He must have spent a long time searching for that emoji.
Wu Heng replied, “A bit busy now,” then turned to the expectant little ghost and asked gently, “I can make them for you too, if you’d like. What kind do you want? Elf ears are popular now, I saw them online.”
The little white snake immediately rushed over and said, ‘I want big dragon horns, two pairs of sharp claws, and a beautiful beard.’
Wu Heng chuckled. “You’re quite ambitious.”
Things made from mud weren’t the real thing, after all, just decorations, similar to prosthetic eyes in the modern world. This child still needed to find its own ear and teeth.
Just like how eunuchs in ancient times would spend money to retrieve that before their burial, in ancient beliefs, only a complete soul could reincarnate, which wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
The little ghost touched its only remaining ear. ‘Just like the other one, and white, straight teeth.’
Alright! Plenty of mud in the flowerbed.
The little ghost sat on the consultation table, watching Wu Heng sculpt the ear, occasionally glancing outside anxiously. ‘Haven’t the police uncles found my dad yet? Why haven’t they come?’
The little white snake raised its head and said, ‘You arrived last night, how long has it been? Investigations take time! Stop fidgeting and pour your Snake Grandpa a glass of water, I want sweet honey water, the wild honey kind.’
It had secretly tasted the honey water in the clinic before, delicious but not worth You Jin’s broom. This one-eared ghost couldn’t be seen by You Jin, so he could order it around, hehe, revenge for Xi Xi!
The little ghost touched its missing left ear, seemingly surprised that the little white snake would actually order it around.
Seeing the little ghost obediently go fetch honey, Wu Heng thought for a moment and decided to start a live stream.
[Streaming so early? Didn’t the streamer rescue that guy getting a ghost marriage last night, it was already past midnight. Young people have so much energy, I’m envious.]
[Thanks to Heng Heng for coming to the fan group last night, even though he was busy. I drank a large bowl of ginger water and took a ginger bath. Although I’m still a bit weak this morning, my fever is gone. I’ll carry a piece of ginger with me from now on, sending love.]
[I have a feeling the streamer is going to be in trouble, countdown… He’s trending again.]
[Is it follow-up consultations or new patients today?]
Guo Jiang, having received the news, immediately rushed into the live stream and gifted Wu Heng the equivalent of last night’s premarital checkup fee.
Wu Heng glanced at the notifications, he was indeed trending, but none of the topics were friendly.
#Wu Heng Fake Academic Credentials#
#GingerPricesSkyrocketOvernight#
#CostAnalysisOfFamousStreamer’sExorbitantMosquitoRepellent#
Some local “insiders” claimed that Wu Heng was an idiot who hadn’t even finished elementary school and posted screenshots of his comments in the fan group about ginger warding off evil, supposedly causing ginger prices to skyrocket. Others were analyzing the cost of Wu Heng’s mosquito repellent ointment, estimating it to be only a few yuan, yet he was selling it for two thousand.
Overnight, various smear campaigns spread online.
He Yunxiao, still in bed, was woken up by Xi Xi and saw the trending topics, instantly sobering up.
As expected, Wu Heng’s words last night had offended many people, and now someone was retaliating, these posts were clearly planned.
Just as He Yunxiao was thinking about how to remove the trending topics, he found himself added to a group chat called “Shaman Doctor’s Protection Squad,” the group owner was Li Hao, the administrators were Wang Dong, Yellow Hair, Green Hair, and White Hair.
He was… just a member.
He Yunxiao: “…”
Damn it, demoted again?! Just for sleeping!
[Group Owner – Li Hao: @He Yunxiao, have you seen the trending topics? Everyone, find some trolls and fight back!]
[He Yunxiao: OK.]
Seeing that Wu Heng had already started his live stream, He Yunxiao hesitated, then sent him a WeChat message.
It was best to avoid the limelight and not stream now.
Wu Heng wasn’t concerned and quickly scrolled through the connection requests, choosing an account with a purple clay teapot as its profile picture.
[??? What’s going on? Isn’t there a queue? Why is he choosing who to connect with?]
[What else? The gifts sent by those in front weren’t as good as this one.]
[Many new people in the live stream today, probably don’t know that the streamer held a free clinic all day yesterday without charging a penny. Talking nonsense.]
[Wu Heng usually connects randomly, this time he’s specifically choosing people. This feels unusual.]
The camera turned on, revealing a burly man in a suit, his fierce gaze fixed on Wu Heng. The background decor was exotic.
The man bowed to Wu Heng and said in a booming voice, “Hello, Doctor Wu. My old man isn’t convenient to appear on camera, would you be willing to do an offline consultation? If so, we can arrange a private jet to pick you up, you can even take a trip here.”
He Yunxiao scoffed. His family had already done that.
His family was also one of the most prominent in Beijing, and they didn’t even require the streamer to come in person. Who was this guy?
Wu Heng continued molding the mud in his hands. “I don’t want to travel recently, only online consultations for now, and I don’t have a passport.”
The elderly man off-screen seemed surprised that Wu Heng knew he was overseas.
But looking at the exotic decor, it wasn’t difficult for a clever young man to deduce.
[Wu Heng is finally being smart, the situation isn’t good now, it’s best to stay home and avoid trouble.]
[School is starting soon, shouldn’t he be preparing for school at his age?]
[This patient doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, quite arrogant.]
The bodyguard on screen looked troubled, leaving the frame as if whispering to someone.
