A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 41p1

Chapter 41 Part 1

Wu Heng only sent the prescription for the foot bath, without specifying who it was for. But remembering Wu Heng’s certain tone about his organs being crushed by his shrinking height, Han Ye decided to try it on everyone!

Starting with his roommates.

Foot bath!

Another roommate walked over, seeing the herbs steeping in the hot water, turning the water brownish-red, a faint herbal scent filling the air. He became curious, asking,

“Han Ye, is this the prescription Teacher Wu Heng gave you? Can soaking your feet really make you taller?”

Han Ye was speechless.

Of course not! It was for someone else.

His roommate looked at him skeptically. “Soaking your feet to grow taller? Then why did you look like you were dying when you came back?”

Shouldn’t he be relieved? He didn’t seem like his problem was solved.

The roommate added, “Isn’t this normal? Even when professors tell family members that a surgery has a 95% success rate, they’re still worried before the operation. It’s human nature.”

That made sense. After all, although Wu Heng was considered a teacher in their field, his methods were still mystical, so being worried was normal.

As Brother Yang furiously clicked his keyboard playing games, the two roommates continued their discussion.

Yang Zhiyuan even chimed in, “After you’re cured, let’s celebrate with hot pot!”

Han Ye felt a warmth in his heart. Although they had only known each other for a few days, the four of them got along quite well.

“So, is this really a height-increasing foot bath from that Teacher Wu?” his roommate asked, the earlier fear replaced by anticipation.

Han Ye knew lying wasn’t good, but… he couldn’t tell them the truth.

He even suspected that Wu Heng’s vague wording during the live stream, not explicitly stating that the medicine wasn’t for him, but for someone else, was intentional.

Then he would just go with it to save his own life and apologize later if necessary.

Han Ye avoided his roommate’s gaze, coughed, and replied, “Yes, I got the medicine from the school infirmary and immediately tried it. Do you guys want to try too? Teacher Wu said this foot bath is very gentle, everyone can try it.”

His roommates, hearing the confirmation, became excited. “Holy crap, really? Soaking your feet to grow taller? That’s amazing! The professors in our medical school must be crying.”

Height was determined by genetics and development, it couldn’t be changed later in life. You could get plastic surgery if you were ugly, lose weight if you were fat, but height was unchangeable.

People worked so hard for height, eating nutritious food, exercising diligently, countless efforts, how could it be as simple as soaking your feet?

Many people in their school watched Wu Heng’s live streams. He reportedly received thousands of reports for practicing medicine without a license every time he streamed, yet he was still fine, even the director of the tertiary hospital reportedly followed him.

“I’ll try it,” one roommate immediately said.

There were so many tall guys in northern China, he was envious of those who were naturally tall.

The roommate took off his socks and submerged his feet in the hot water, sighing contentedly.

Han Ye closely observed his roommate’s reaction, but there didn’t seem to be anything unusual, and Wu Heng hadn’t mentioned any specific effects.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Han Ye took out his phone and sent a message in the class group chat.

[Han Ye, Clinical Medicine Class 01: @Everyone, Teacher Wu Heng from Shark platform gave me a height-increasing foot bath formula, I have extra, anyone who needs it, come to dorm 302~]

Freshmen who had just graduated from high school were mostly night owls, and with the university’s 24/7 internet access, over half the class saw his message.

Thanks to that one consultation with Wu Heng, Han Ye, as he had wished, became a celebrity in his class. However, not for being a desirable partner, but for his strange illness.

Even his counselor couldn’t resist asking him to measure his height three times a day and report it.

And many of his classmates had secretly watched his follow-up consultation with Wu Heng tonight.

They were still wondering if the online streamer’s prescription really worked, and now the patient himself was offering the extra foot bath herbs.

It seemed… it really worked! He probably wouldn’t share it otherwise.

This thought made many of them excited.

“Absurd, actually using a prescription from an online shaman doctor, not afraid of something happening… I have something to discuss with Han Ye, I’ll go find him now.”

“Is Han Ye cured? That’s great, as classmates, we should visit him, right? I’ll bring some fruit.”

“Professor Wang asked me to get a sample, if this really works, the research paper would shock the entire medical community! Let me be the first to try!”

“…”

Many students took screenshots and shared them in other group chats, and soon, even students from other majors heard the news.

In less than three minutes, there was a knock on the door of dorm 302.

A group of young men in pajamas and sweatpants arrived, declaring righteously, “Han Ye, I’m willing to dedicate my life to medical science, including my body!”

With that, they all extended their feet.

Han Ye said listlessly, “Alright, come in.”

The four-person dorm wasn’t large. Han Ye sent another message in the group chat – please bring your own stools and foot towels.

There were just too many people.

Who knew a single message could attract so many students, even seniors from other majors?

A man’s height was his dignity!

This wasn’t a foot bath anymore, it was a beauty salon.

“Alright, ten yuan per person.”

One of his roommates helped manage the long queue, shouting, “Three more gentlemen!”

Han Ye thought to himself, he wasn’t here to study medicine at university, was he? This was no different than running a foot massage parlor!

While others started businesses in university, he had also started one, a foot massage parlor.

“My body doesn’t feel as tired anymore,” one of the students said after soaking his feet.

As for the height-increasing effect, it wouldn’t happen instantly, they could check again tomorrow morning.

His roommate grabbed Han Ye’s shoulder, supporting him. “Dude, the girls are being stopped outside the men’s dorm, arguing with the dorm supervisor, demanding to come up.”

Han Ye looked towards the window and saw a group of girls also wanting to try the foot bath, his head spinning.

Seriously, Doctor Wu, when would this end?

As Han Ye was feeling anxious, his roommate, Yang Zhiyuan, couldn’t resist asking, “Can I try it too?”

Yang Zhiyuan had been playing games and overheard his classmates saying how good the foot bath felt, and he couldn’t resist the temptation.

It was late anyway, he could just soak his feet and go to bed.

Han Ye: “Sure.”

He had become quite proficient in the art of foot bathing. Bring it on!

Yang Zhiyuan submerged his feet in the basin, the hot water turning his feet a normal shade of pink, and he sighed contentedly.

After a while, he lifted his feet and took the towel to dry them.

Han Ye, glancing over, froze. “Wait—”

His other two roommates, and the students queuing outside, hearing his voice, also looked over.

Countless eyes stared at the soles of Yang Zhiyuan’s feet, where vermillion writing had appeared, clearly Han Ye’s name and birth date.

An exact match.

Han Ye’s mind went blank, then he threw the towel to the ground, pointing at Yang Zhiyuan, and shouted angrily, “What the hell is on your feet?! Why is my name and birth date written there?!”

A flicker of panic crossed Yang Zhiyuan’s face, quickly replaced by a calm demeanor as he retorted, his voice even louder than Han Ye’s, “What do you mean?! I don’t know what’s going on! Are you trying to blame me, saying there’s something wrong with that shaman doctor’s medicine?!”

Han Ye almost laughed from anger. “You don’t know what’s going on?! So many students and seniors soaked their feet, and everyone is fine! Suddenly my name and birth date appear on your soles, and you’re acting clueless now?! Do I have some sort of feud with you?!”

No wonder Doctor Wu Heng said that medicine wasn’t for him, but for someone else.

Fan Xuan was right, this wasn’t his illness, it was caused by someone else.

The surrounding students also sensed something was amiss. No one here was superstitious, but this scene was unsettling.

Regardless of whether this method worked or not, having someone’s name and birth date written on the soles of your feet was unacceptable. Yang Zhiyuan’s actions were inexcusable.

Fan Xuan, having also heard about Han Ye’s “foot bath parlor,” arrived just in time to witness this scene. “In metaphysics, this is called ‘stepping on a villain.'” (a ritual to curse someone)

Since his sister’s incident, Fan Xuan had been reading not just medical books but also metaphysics.

Stepping on a villain? Stepping on him, wasn’t he?!

Han Ye was furious. So that was why he had been shrinking! He had been stepped on by his new roommate, it would be a miracle if he didn’t shrink!

If it weren’t for Doctor Wu Heng’s follow-up consultation, he wouldn’t even know how he was dying!

Yang Zhiyuan stood up, his bare feet half a head taller than Han Ye. Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan was still stepping on him, literally, Han Ye’s anger boiled over, and he grabbed the basin of foot bath water and splashed it all over Yang Zhiyuan.

“Are you trying to kill me?!”

Wasn’t that what Wu Heng said, wanting to crush his organs?

Enraged, Han Ye punched Yang Zhiyuan hard in the face, sending objects on the desk flying, the noise waking up students in other dorms who opened their doors and looked towards 302.

Han Ye and Yang Zhiyuan started fighting, and despite being shorter, Han Ye, fueled by rage, had the upper hand, pinning Yang Zhiyuan down.

Their counselor, who had been hiding in the queue, shouted, “What are you doing?! Break it up!”

Seeing everyone looking at him, he shrunk back and said quickly, “I’m not here for the height-increasing foot bath!”

The other students finally reacted, pulling the two apart.

Han Ye, sitting on the floor, panting and wiping the blood from his lips, glared at Yang Zhiyuan. “If you have a problem with me, face me directly, what kind of underhanded trick is this? Come on!”

Han Ye felt utterly disgusted. They had only been roommates for about ten days, what had he done to offend this guy to the point of wanting him dead?!

Yang Zhiyuan remained silent, and their counselor stepped forward, asking, “What is that on your feet? Is it a tattoo?”

If it was written with a pen, it would have washed off easily. Could it be a tattoo? The university didn’t explicitly prohibit tattoos, but this action was harmful to classmate relationships.

Yang Zhiyuan sat there, spitting out blood, refusing to answer.

“Fine, you’re really something,” Han Ye sneered, seeing Yang Zhiyuan’s stubborn silence.

He instinctively reached for his phone, intending to connect with Wu Heng, but Chengde Medical Clinic wasn’t online. It was almost 1 a.m., Wu Heng must be asleep.

“How about connecting with Sanshui Zhenren?” one of his roommates suggested.

If the big boss wasn’t available, perhaps a smaller one could help. Those who frequently watched Chengde Medical Clinic’s live stream knew that Sanshui Zhenren often lurked there, he might have learned something.

So, Sanshui Zhenren suddenly saw a group of 985 university students appear in his live stream.