Chapter 65 Part 2
Standing on the wooden steps, Shi Xuan looked at Wu Heng, a smile on his face. “This is my first time in your world. I’m happy.”
This small, remote village, every plant, every tree, vibrant with life.
Waiting passively and coming here himself, two very different experiences, and now, he had the latter.
Wu Heng, his heart stirring for some reason, looked away, sat at the consultation table, set up his phone, and started his live stream.
That man with the long nails should be back for a follow-up.
Shi Xuan smiled, scooping up the two snakes, “There’s a night market, I’ll take you to get some snacks.”
But as soon as Wu Heng started his stream, gifts and messages flooded in, some even with VIP status, (Emergency!) added to their usernames.
[Sky High Nails (Follow-up): This patient needs urgent care!]
As Wu Heng connected with the patient, comments filled the screen.
[Doctor Wu, I saw a passerby’s live stream. A crazy patient hugged you? Are you okay?]
[Do you really believe in the Nuo gods? So that guy almost falling off the bridge during rehearsal was a warning?]
[I want to know what kind of manicure Nail Uncle has today.]
Wu Heng said vaguely, “It’s nothing, just an overly enthusiastic friend, he was startled.”
Then the screen connected, a worried-looking couple appearing. Judging by their clothes, they were wealthy.
“Doctor Wu, we’re desperate, our son has been unconscious for two days, not eating or drinking, we can’t even wake him.”
The camera shifted to a young man lying in bed. A large black dog jumped up, licking his face.
“Hei Bao, down! You’re covered in germs! Don’t cause trouble!” the man scolded, pushing the dog away.
The dog whimpered, then placed its paws on the bed, staring intently at the young man.
Jiaming High School was closed, so He Yunxiao was at home. Seeing the boy’s face, he was startled. “Wang Pengzheng?! Holy crap!”
Wang Pengzheng was one of his dorm mates, he had been sleeping for half a day in the dorm, but he hadn’t expected him to still be sleeping after his parents took him home.
[? Sleeping for two days? Doesn’t he need to use the bathroom?!]
[That’s the uniform from Jiaming High School. I heard they closed temporarily.]
[That school is covered in a dense fog, so creepy.]
[I understand you’re worried about your child, but why hit the dog? It’s concerned about its owner!]
[If that were my child, and the dog was causing trouble, I’d make dog meat soup!]
The principal of Jiaming High School was at his wit’s end, standing with the practitioners from the Xuanmen at the school gate, investigating, then seeing the parents, in their desperation, connect with the famous online shaman doctor!
Mother Wang said anxiously, “We took him to the hospital, they said he’s fine, but he just won’t wake up, like he’s in a coma! We think he might have eaten something bad at school, food poisoning!”
Principal: “!!!” Absolutely not! Impossible!
As soon as she finished speaking, the black dog tried to lick Wang Pengzheng’s face again. Mother Wang yelled, “Get out, you mutt! Who let you in here?!”
The netizens in the live stream started arguing again, and Wu Heng suddenly said, “Don’t blame it, his breathing is stable thanks to the dog licking away some of the Yin qi.”
Black dogs and cats had always been believed to ward off evil.
The couple stared at the dog in disbelief. How was that possible?
Mother Wang asked urgently, “Yin qi? Doctor Wu, what’s wrong with our son?”
Wu Heng explained simply, “He inhaled the fog, the Yin qi entered his body, causing his soul to leave.”
His soul?!
If it weren’t for her husband’s support, Mrs. Wang would have collapsed.
He Yunxiao remembered those guys taking a deep breath of the fog earlier…
He knew it, his intuition honed by his association with Doctor Wu. He had a bad feeling about that fog.
Da Bai had said it saw black mist coming from the well behind the school when delivering the medicine.
Not just the live stream, but the Jiaming High School senior class group chat also exploded. Someone shared the link to Wu Heng’s stream.
[?? So my child has been sleeping because of the fog?! The school just closed without any explanation?!]
[We pay six figures a year, and our children are getting sick at school?!]
[Accidents can be blamed on the school, but fog? That’s weather, they haven’t developed weather weapons yet, don’t be too harsh.]
[@Zihan’s Mom, of course you don’t care, your daughter is fine, stop acting like a saint!]
[The priority is waking up the children. @Zihan’s Mom, why is your daughter unaffected? Any special reason?]
Zihan’s mom thought about it. Her daughter seemed normal. Perhaps good health? Or a strong birth chart?
Then Zihan spoke up, taking out a crudely made, dark blue mask from her bag, “I’ve been wearing this mask. He Yunxiao and the others said it was handmade by Doctor Wu. Could that be why?”
Her mother immediately shared this in the group chat.
As the parents continued their discussion, Mrs. Wang asked Wu Heng anxiously, “Doctor Wu, will it work if our dog keeps licking Pengzheng?”
They no longer minded the germs.
Wu Heng shook his head, “It’s actually quite simple. His soul is gone. You, as his parents, need to retrieve it. It’s still at the school.”
Still at school?!
Many parents, hearing this, looking at their unconscious children, thought it was absurd, but then, remembering the shaman doctor’s track record, they held back their doubts.
He had never been wrong before!
Mr. and Mrs. Wang exchanged a look, then said simultaneously, “Let’s go to the school.”
They put their sleeping son, already snoring, in the backseat, covered him with a blanket, and, with Hei Bao in their arms, drove to Jiaming High School.
Other parents also arrived.
They, along with the principal, were shocked by the sight that greeted them.
A thick, black fog, engulfing everything, not even a mirage now, just pure darkness.
The shops nearby were closed, no street vendors, eerily quiet.
The fog was incredibly dense, terrifying.
The principal, clutching a talisman, almost in tears, turned to the Taoist priest beside him. “Master, please, do something! So many students!”
Most of those affected were seniors, reportedly over three hundred, all from well-off families, even more than the cruise ship passengers.
If anything happened to them, he, as principal, would have to resign in shame.
The Taoist priest, his brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cold winter night, clearly troubled, didn’t know how to answer.
“Doctor Wu, we’re at the school gate. What should we do?” Father Wang, looking at his unconscious son in the backseat through the rearview mirror, asked his wife, who was still connected to the live stream.
Wu Heng: “I sent some masks to your son’s class with the administrator. Does he have one?”
Mother Wang frantically searched her son’s bag and found the dark blue mask.
Seeing the discussions in the parent group chat and thinking about Wu Heng’s words, she guessed its purpose and wanted to slap her son, such a good thing, and he rejected it!
“Should we put it on him now?”
Wu Heng shook his head, “One of you wear it and go to his classroom, bring his soul back.”
“What?!”
[Seriously, Doctor Wu? Go into the school?!]
[The entire school is covered in black fog, and we know there’s something unclean inside, and the lights are off? Just walk in like that?]
[No way, I wouldn’t dare, my high school was built on a former burial ground, so many ghost stories…]
[Suddenly I envy those cruise passengers, at least they suffered together, going in alone is terrifying.]
Father Wang lightly punched his son’s arm, looking for trouble!
His hands trembling, he put on the mask, the faint herbal scent strangely calming, and then his hat and gloves, perhaps a psychological effect, but he didn’t want any exposed skin.
“Sir, the school is closed. You can’t go in,” the principal said, stopping a parent who was trying to enter.
The practitioners from the Xuanmen hadn’t even figured out what was going on, how could they let anyone else in?
Father Wang protested, “I’m here to get my son! Let me go!”
The leading Taoist priest scolded him, “Nonsense! The students’ souls are wandering inside! If anything happens, this could become a massive ghost domain! Entering is suicide!”
Father Wang exploded. “You won’t let me get him, you can’t do anything yourselves, then what the hell are we supposed to do?!”
“Doctor Wu, what should we do? They won’t let us in,” Mother Wang, seeing the practitioners beside the principal, her heart sinking, said, her voice filled with despair.
She might be skeptical of the online shaman doctor, but that was the principal, he invited the practitioners, this black fog was definitely a problem!
More and more parents arrived, sensing the seriousness of the situation.
Wu Heng, seeing Mother Wang’s tears falling on the black dog’s head, suddenly asked, “Would you mind your son having another godfather? He gets the best food at the table, the seat of honor, and lots of gifts during holidays.”
Mother Wang was stunned, then overjoyed. “What?! A godfather?! You… you mean… yes! Yes! As long as Pengzheng wakes up, I’ll make him recognize you as his godfather, of course he’ll get the best of everything!”
Super upgrade from classmate to godfather, as long as her son woke up, she’d even call Wu Heng “Grandpa.”
And if this shaman doctor was as capable as he seemed, they would be the ones benefiting.
Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the others were thrilled.
Wow, a new target for their jokes and teasing!
And He Yunxiao wouldn’t be so smug anymore, Wu Heng only had one goddaughter, Xi Xi, now, with another one, a classmate of his, He Yunxiao would be dethroned.
He Yunxiao felt a strange sense of unease. His roommate, the same seniority as his daughter?
Wu Heng’s lips twitched slightly, “Then, use cinnabar… or a red pen… write one of your names and birth dates on the southwest corner of that mask and tie a strand of hair with the root to it.”
Mother Wang immediately called her husband back, snatched the mask from him, and with a trembling hand, wrote his information on it with a red pen from the car.
“Then? Doctor Wu?”
Wu Heng looked at the large black dog panting beside them, “Put the mask on Hei Bao (Black Panther), and let it go to your son’s classroom and bring his soul back.”
The couple: “?”
What? Hei Bao?
Mother Wang asked cautiously, “Wait, so Pengzheng’s new godfather is…?”
Wu Heng replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Of course, it’s Hei Bao, you didn’t think it was me, did you?”
