Chapter 33 Part 2
Half a minute later, a vigorous elderly man in a dark blue Tang suit appeared. He had two scars on his face and was playing with two walnuts in his hands, greeting Wu Heng with a smile, “Hello, Doctor Wu.”
He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and the others’ eyes widened simultaneously. This was… the renowned antique collector, Mr. Lu Guoliang. He reportedly lived in Southeast Asia.
They were just rich second-generations who inherited their wealth, but this Mr. Lu Guoliang was a self-made man, reportedly starting from nothing and building his fortune through his exceptional judgment.
Although still not as wealthy as the He and Li families, he was considered quite affluent in Southeast Asia.
Unexpectedly, he was sick?
Wu Heng nodded casually in response, his hands still busy molding the mud, and asked, “What are your symptoms?”
Lu Guoliang, seemingly having not encountered such an impolite youngster in a long time, said patiently, “I’ve been feeling tired lately, always wanting to sleep, and I have nightmares every night. My chest feels tight, like something is pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.”
Wu Heng, molding the mud, asked, “What kind of nightmares? Can you describe them?”
Lu Guoliang paused. “I dream of killing people, burying children in pits.”
[I have those dreams too. I dreamt of fighting Japanese soldiers and killed dozens of them.]
[I wouldn’t dare share my dreams… they’re quite embarrassing.]
[That doesn’t seem very serious, my grandfather is like that too. Why consult a shaman doctor? Just go to the hospital.]
Wu Heng smiled and explained, “It’s just old age. As you get older, your organs deteriorate. It’s not a big deal, just take some vitamins, and you’ll feel better.”
His vague answer was slightly disappointing.
Lu Guoliang was also disappointed. He gave his bodyguard a look, intending to end the connection. This online doctor didn’t live up to his reputation. The internet hyped him up as a shaman doctor who could cure any strange illness that hospitals couldn’t, it seemed a bit exaggerated.
Just as the bodyguard was about to end the connection, Wu Heng suddenly said, “Old man, you have a sex addiction, don’t you?”
Sanshui Zhenren, lurking in the live stream, had initially thought Wu Heng was being cautious after trending online earlier and had even given a vague diagnosis, but now he was suddenly saying someone had a sex addiction. Truly a newborn calf not fearing tigers, saying whatever he wanted.
[!!! What illness did Wu Heng say?]
[Holy crap, the streamer is amazing, directly saying Mr. Lu has that kind of addiction!]
[If I were the old man, I’d be mortified, being called out by a youngster like that.]
[So embarrassing, this is public execution, my toes are curling.]
Wu Heng smiled. “Old man, those symptoms you mentioned earlier are minor issues. Your biggest problem is…a venereal disease.”
The elderly man’s face turned livid.
He Yunxiao’s eyes widened. “Holy crap, I wouldn’t have guessed, this Mr. Lu seems so refined, he actually has a venereal disease?”
The old man, almost fainting from anger, gripped the armrests of his wooden chair and snapped, “Young doctor, don’t spout nonsense and slander me! You’ll be held legally responsible!”
The bodyguard added menacingly, “Even if you’re a minor, your guardian will be held accountable for your actions!”
Some minors would be intimidated and back down upon hearing about legal consequences.
Wu Heng, smiling at the enraged old man, suggested, “Then give me your birth date, and I’ll take your pulse. I can even tell you when and with whom you’ve slept with.”
Lu Guoliang: “…”
[Amazing! Knowing even the time and person! Future patients, don’t cheat on your partners, be careful, Wu Heng might expose you!]
[Can he even tell the position…? ]
[I wouldn’t have guessed, Mr. Lu, you’re actually this kind of person hahaha, so embarrassing.]
[Food and sex are basic human desires, it’s normal for rich people like him to play around, I’m not surprised at all.]
[Wu Heng dares to say this, so it must be true. I bet a Carnival that the old man won’t let the streamer take his pulse.]
[+1.]
The elderly man’s face turned crimson, mortified at being exposed by a young doctor, but he didn’t dare to let Wu Heng take his pulse, nor did he want to reveal his birth date.
Just now, he was full of confidence, threatening to sue and hold Wu Heng’s guardian accountable, but now he was silent.
Never mind, never mind, it was best to… end the connection.
Lu Guoliang was slightly worried, afraid Wu Heng would reveal even more.
‘Big brother, honey water, it’s cooled down,’ a sweet, childlike voice said, and a shadowy figure pushed a glass of honey water towards Wu Heng.
The little white snake submerged its entire head into the glass, gulping down the sweet liquid. Delicious.
Lu Guoliang abruptly stood up, his cloudy eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, staring intently at the shadowy figure.
The child’s pale, round face, his eyes with only dark pupils, especially the mole in the center…
His heart almost stopped beating.
That… that was… that was…
“Old man, old man, what’s wrong?” The bodyguard, seeing Lu Guoliang’s strange reaction, quickly supported him.
[What’s wrong? What’s the old man looking at? Behind Wu Heng? There’s nothing there?]
[Someone brought him honey water? I heard wild honey from southwest China is delicious, it looks so good, I’m craving some.]
[Old people care about their reputation, perhaps he was angered by Wu Heng’s diagnosis? Hopefully, nothing bad happens to him.]
[I said it before, you can’t hide any secrets from a Chinese medicine practitioner, let alone a shaman doctor. Ordinary people really shouldn’t consult with Wu Heng, he can see through everything, those with secrets will be publicly shamed.]
Lu Guoliang stared at the shadowy figure. “You… you…”
Wu Heng’s fair face was filled with surprise and curiosity. “What’s wrong, old man?”
Lu Guoliang’s gaze finally shifted to Wu Heng, who was still molding the mud, which was gradually taking shape.
His pupils constricted, and he almost collapsed.
On the consultation table were a human ear and a dozen teeth of various sizes and shapes, all sculpted from mud.
An ear and teeth.
Lu Guoliang’s hand trembled as he abruptly ended the connection.
Wu Heng, smiling at the camera, seemingly knowing that Lu Guoliang was still watching, said in a clear, almost seductive voice, “Old man, if you don’t treat that venereal disease, you’ll die within three days. Return to China, I’ll be waiting for you at Chengde Medical Clinic. I cure all illnesses.”
[What venereal disease? I’ve never heard of a venereal disease that can kill someone in three days. Is it something unclean causing it?]
[Could it be AIDS? If he can cure that, Wu Heng would be incredible.]
[Why did he suddenly end the call? I think the old man was angered, any illness is fine, but a venereal disease is shameful.]
The little ghost leaned on the table and asked curiously, ‘Big brother, can they see me?’
Wu Heng was still sculpting the mud ear, striving for perfection.
The little white snake answered first, ‘Of course they can’t see you, you’re a ghost, unless they have some fatal connection with you.
Just as the little ghost was about to ask something else, the little white snake jumped up, its tail whipping the little ghost’s backside, and said authoritatively, ‘Go sweep the floor!’
It knew that Wu Heng would make Xi Xi sweep the floor, making her do chores like a child laborer.
You Jin was out on a house call, so there was no one else in the clinic. A broom sweeping the floor by itself wouldn’t scare anyone.
The little ghost pouted. ‘I’m disabled, with no ear and no teeth! My dad said we should respect the elderly and care for the young, and be extra kind to those with disabilities!
The little white snake retorted matter-of-factly, ‘Exactly, I’m older than you, so show some respect!’
Imitating the elderly in the village, it said meaningfully, ‘Little ghost, I’m doing this for your own good, it’s called training and discipline. When you find your parents, you should also help them with chores, be a good helper. That’s what Wu Heng does with his goddaughter, Xi Xi.’
That seemed to make sense.
So Wu Heng watched as the little white snake, just outside the camera frame, directed the little ghost to clean the clinic.
Just as Wu Heng was about to connect with the next patient, someone knocked on the clinic door. He looked up and saw Wang Jun and several police officers enter, their expressions grim.
Wu Heng ended the live stream.
Perhaps due to last night’s encounter, as soon as Wang Jun and his colleagues entered, they could see the little ghost sweeping the floor. The broom was even taller than him, so he had to float to use it, even reaching the ceiling.
Wang Jun: “…”
He was making a ghost do chores?
‘Uncle, did you find my dad?’ the little ghost asked excitedly, dropping the broom, which, uncontrolled, hit the supervising little white snake on the head, sending it hissing and scrambling in pain.
Wang Jun and his colleagues looked grim, their eyes bloodshot, probably having searched the internal database all night, not sleeping, and rushing over immediately.
Wang Jun looked at the excited little ghost, not knowing how to break the news.
He squatted down, his earlier fear replaced by pity as he looked at the child’s missing ear and toothless mouth.
Wang Jun didn’t mention his father, instead asking casually, “How are you doing at Doctor Wu’s clinic? Have you been a good boy? Not causing any trouble or scaring people?”
‘I’ve been good. Big brother and the others treat me well, the little ghost nodded, touching his missing left ear, a happy expression on his face. “They don’t treat me like I’m disabled.”*
The little ghost glanced at the little white snake, then added, ‘They also don’t treat me like a human, or a ghost.’
