A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 69p2

Chapter 69 Part 2

Women went through ten months of hardship and childbirth, while he just carried snake fetuses for three months, giving birth effortlessly, without even labor pains, thanks to Wu Heng’s remote midwifery.

And now he had such a lovely daughter?

“I want a snake baby too,” Li Hao wailed.

A guardian deity was one thing, now a shapeshifting daughter, a beautiful little girl, how adorable.

He Yunxiao’s looks were good, but he could have such a cute daughter? How unfair!

Li Hao couldn’t resist, “Let me hold her!”

Wang Dong also chimed in, “Me too!”

Da Bai, looking up at Xi Xi, now surrounded and adored, its own promotion forgotten, was deep in thought.

So this was the allure of a Beijing princess.

Wu Heng had just ended his call with the principal when he saw He Yunxiao spamming the group chat with photos.

[He Yunxiao: @Everyone, [picture][picture][picture], this is Xi Xi’s human form! Isn’t she adorable? I gave birth to her!]

Wu Heng knew Xi Xi’s transformation was imminent but hadn’t expected such a lovely child.

Li Hao sent a voice message, whining, “Doctor Wu, I can’t give birth to snakes, how about a monkey instead?”

He could train it to be like Sun Wukong.

Wu Heng’s reply was ruthless.

[HengHengBaby: You’re men. Men have no uterus, you can’t give birth. He Yunxiao’s Xi Xi, that was fate.]

[He Yunxiao: @Group Owner – Li Hao, if you’re that envious, just get a pet.]

Li Hao and the others were about to retort that a pet couldn’t be compared to a guardian deity, then thought of Wang Hei Bao.

Indeed, they had a pet. Dogs needed walks, cats were less demanding, that was an option.

Wu Heng, remembering he was still live streaming, closed the other phone and, as he was about to enter the clinic, he saw a figure approaching.

He paused, and in an instant, the person was standing before him.

“I’m back,” Shi Xuan said, his figure illuminated by the dim streetlight, casting a long shadow over Wu Heng.

Wu Heng, “Let me see your hand.”

Shi Xuan obediently extended his arm, and Wu Heng rolled up his sleeve, revealing the faint scars.

He carefully examined them, the same wounds from last night, healing nicely, no new injuries.

Wu Heng was stunned, so it truly got easier with practice. He could now travel freely through the wells? Indeed, with his potent Yin qi, he could traverse the waterways without spells.

“Want to see anywhere else?” Shi Xuan asked, seeing him examine his arms and legs.

Wu Heng, flustered, his gaze darting around, “I’m… done…”

Shi Xuan lifted his shirt slightly, revealing his toned abs.

As a doctor, Wu Heng had seen countless bodies, but he was momentarily captivated.

Then Shi Xuan lowered his shirt, his voice soft, a hint of amusement, “Reciprocity.”

Meeting his gaze, Wu Heng instantly understood.

“You… you saw me rip… rip my clothes during the Nuo opera…?”

The video clips were already circulating online, his fans editing them, him at the top of the human tower, tearing his clothes, revealing his sweat-glistened skin, a display of power and raw beauty.

He hadn’t cared before, but now, Shi Xuan’s words made him incredibly self-conscious, had he been watching?

Wu Heng’s face burned, his ears red. “I… I’m still live streaming, I’ll… I’ll go back now.”

He hurried towards the clinic, then stopped, not turning around, and said, “Your room is always available.”

“Welcome… to my world… my friend.”

Shi Xuan smiled faintly, watching his retreating figure.

No longer confined like Rapunzel, waiting by the window, gazing at the well.

He wouldn’t have to wait any longer, Shi Xuan would come to him.

“Xiao Heng, are you unwell? Your face is so red!” Zhou Yi asked, seeing him rush inside, and immediately ended the stream.

Wu Heng chuckled awkwardly. “Is it? Probably the wind.”

Zhou Yi, pushing up his glasses, didn’t reply.

Only the little white snake would believe that. Not even Xi Xi could be fooled.

“I’ll go wash up. You should sleep early.” Zhou Yi had been covering for him on the live stream, and being introverted, he was embarrassed by the netizens’ comments.

He left the consultation area and, seeing Shi Xuan enter, said softly, “The bathroom is in the back.”

Shi Xuan nodded. “I’ll wait for him.”

Zhou Yi looked at him, confused.

They weren’t even sharing a room, why wait?

With Zhou Yi gone, and the snakes picked up by He Yunxiao, only he and Shi Xuan, leaning against the doorframe, watching him, remained.

Wu Heng, calming himself, said to Shi Xuan, “Thirsty.”

Shi Xuan replied, “Okay, I’ll boil some water.”

[Heng Heng, is something going on between you two?! Who is he?!]
[My Wu Heng, live streams, performs in the Nuo opera, studies for exams, and now, even finding a boyfriend?! And my useless boyfriend can’t even bother to reply to my messages, complaining about work!]
[Those students said the ghosts possessing them were teachers who died in the bombing. True?]

[So many supernatural incidents. Any protection methods? I saw some talismans on Pinduoduo.]

Wu Heng ignored the gossip about him and Shi Xuan and said calmly, “I’ll be selling some masks soon, for those who need them.”

The netizens’ eyes lit up. Those who weren’t affected by the fog were either incredibly healthy or had strong birth charts, or they had been wearing Wu Heng’s masks.

They had been envious, now he was actually selling them!

[Buying! No matter the price!]
[Hopefully I can get a few!]

[Doctor Wu has been busy all day! He even skipped his meals! Shouldn’t he rest?]

[Yes, if that nail patient’s case isn’t urgent, let Heng Heng rest!]

The nail uncle, seeing the comments, hesitated.

Although he had been waiting for days, Wu Heng was tired, shouldn’t he rest?

Then he received a connection request.

Wu Heng wasn’t tired at all, the Nuo opera had boosted his powers and energy levels.

The screen connected, the man smiling awkwardly as he showed his hands.

Everyone looked at them.

His sausage-like fingers now had long, manicured nails, painted a dark red, glittering with tiny gems.

Manicurists secretly joined the stream, the previous designs had become incredibly popular.

Countless women exclaimed how pretty they were, such nails, paired with a red dress, wouldn’t that be a bewitching fox spirit?

Wu Heng smiled and asked, “I gave you a prescription, how did it go?”

“I followed your instructions, sprinkled the medicine around my room, placed ginger by the window, and then… a Samoyed came to my house…”

He turned the camera towards a large white dog huddled in the corner, staring warily at them.

[A Samoyed? Sir, isn’t that a fox?]

[Your Majesty, I’m actually a white fox.]

[He lives somewhere with good ecological conditions, a fox in his house.]

[Such beautiful fur, fit for seducing an emperor.]

The man looked stunned, it was a fox? He had thought it was a fat Samoyed, since they were common in his area.

“Doctor Wu, this dog… I mean fox… it won’t eat anything, not even dog food. Is it sick?”

Wu Heng chuckled, “You need to build a small shrine and offer incense, so it can absorb the spiritual energy.”

Everyone was puzzled. That wasn’t right.

Wu Heng asked, “What’s your name?”

The man replied, “Zhang Da Yong.”

Wu Heng, “I was asking it.”

[Don’t tell me it can talk! Isn’t that a fox spirit then?!]

[I’ve seen those fox spirits in dramas, all with beautiful nails, maybe those are the fox’s nails?]

[Must have wandered into his house. Why would a fox give him its nails, considering it’s causing him trouble?]

[No mythical creatures allowed after the founding of the People’s Republic, remember?]

The white fox glanced at the camera and curled up, not interested.

Wu Heng, seeing this, turned to the confused Zhang Da Yong, “Cut your nails.”

“Okay,” Zhang Da Yong immediately picked up the clippers, not showing any hesitation or concern.

Snip. One nail fell onto the blanket.

The female viewers cried out in anguish, and a pained yelp came from the little fox.

It rolled around on the bed, enraged, then started scratching frantically at the blankets, ripping them apart, feathers flying.

[… What a feisty fox! It really does care about those nails!]

[Animals are sentient. Understanding us is normal.]

[So cute, even when angry! I want one!]

‘You bastard! How dare you cut my nails?! Are you crazy!?’ the white fox roared at him.

Zhang Da Yong, not understanding, continued clipping, one nail after another.

The fox wailed, not daring to speak human language for fear of being exposed.

‘Your nails are causing problems for Zhang Da Yong, he’s an ice factory worker. No more manicures, okay?’ Such a cold job required gloves, and long nails would be a hindrance.

The fox paused, stunned, it had heard his voice, even though he hadn’t spoken aloud, could that be the spirit language used by shamans?

It played with its beautiful nails and said haughtily, ‘You understand nothing! Even in a freezer, one must maintain a sense of style.’