A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 73p2

Chapter 73 Part 2

Lai Jun corrected himself, ‘… I mean… I’ll go on a business trip. Escort that dog you mentioned.’

He had thought about this carefully.

Wu Heng often provided him with merit points, offending him was unwise. Besides, after receiving so many favors, how could he refuse a simple request? And this would also earn him brownie points with his superiors.

And… Wasn’t Wu Heng worried about him being affected by the Nuo opera festival?

This business trip was a perfect excuse.

As Lai Jun confirmed the address and location, ready to report to his superiors, a knock on Wu Heng’s door.

Lai Jun, staring intently at the door, his voice excited, ‘Wu Heng, I knew there were hidden benefits! Is there another spirit in your house, one with strong Yin qi, for me to escort?‘

He could smell the incredibly strong Yin qi, even stronger than in the court of Yama.

Then he felt nervous, he might not be powerful enough to handle it.

Wu Heng went to open the door, Shi Xuan, his hair slightly disheveled, standing outside, looking at the Yin messenger inside. “Where’s the bathroom?”

Wu Heng pointed towards the hallway, “Down the hall on the second floor. You’re up? Didn’t you use the bathroom last night?”

Shi Xuan glanced at the Yin messenger, “No.”

Lai Jun, also observing Shi Xuan, such a heavy Yin aura, never before on a living person, he felt breathless, averting his gaze from Shi Xuan’s cold eyes.

He quickly jumped out the window, ‘I’ll be going now.’

Shi Xuan’s icy fingers traced the residual Yin qi on the windowsill as he turned to Wu Heng, “That ghost often climbs through your window?”

Wu Heng: “Occasionally, he’s an Yin messenger.”

Shi Xuan: “Yin messengers are still ghosts. We’re different.”

Wu Heng looked at Shi Xuan’s aura, far heavier than the Yin messenger’s, and smiled, “You’re right. I’ll place some protective herbs on the windowsill after dawn.”

“You and I… we’re the same.”

A smile flickered in Shi Xuan’s cold eyes, his gaze lingering on Wu Heng’s bed, the pink floral sheets and fluffy blankets.

“It’s still early, go back to sleep,” he said, leaving.

Shi Xuan gently closed the door and went to his own room across the hall.

Wu Heng climbed back into his comfortable bed and fell asleep, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.

When You Jin arrived, Shi Xuan had already opened the clinic, not in the pharmacy, but watering the flowerbed.

You Jin nodded approvingly, this young master from Beijing was quite diligent.

While checking the appointment book, he asked, “Young Master Shi, I heard you’re classmates with those other young men from Beijing, when are you going back to school?”

Shi Xuan: “In two days.”

After the incident, the school had invited practitioners from the Xuanmen for rituals but couldn’t close for too long.

You Jin, initially wanting to showcase his culinary skills, thought better of it, this young master from Beijing might be scared off. He asked Zhou Yi, who was out for morning reading, to bring some breakfast.

Zhou Yi brought back several bowls of rice noodles, figuring Wu Heng would sleep in.

The usually quiet morning was filled with the chatter of tourists outside.

You Jin, slurping his noodles, asked, “Second Uncle’s guesthouse is fully booked, right?”

Zhou Yi, eating beef slices from his rice noodle bowl, nodded. “Yes, a strange patient arrived last night and insisted on staying at Second Uncle’s guesthouse. He reportedly read online that it was Chengde Medical Clinic’s official inpatient department, scared my grandfather.”

Second Uncle’s guesthouse was just a hundred meters away from the clinic.

Chen Zhao, squatting outside with his bowl, watching the “inpatient department,” thought, quite a few people.

Besides the passengers from the cruise, many patients with strange illnesses.

Patients meant money!

He slurped his noodles, another day wanting to switch masters.

The passengers who contracted diseases from playing with ghosts hadn’t come to Nan Nuo but, as instructed, went to a tertiary hospital in Beijing to wait for the practitioner Wu Heng arranged.

Chen Zhao, afraid his slowpoke master wouldn’t make it in time and miss this opportunity, called him.

“Master, are you packed? Ready to go to Beijing?”

The old man: “I’m here.”

Chen Zhao: “Where?”

The old man: “At the hospital.”

Chen Zhao: “…”

A chip off the old block! He thought his master was still packing, and he was already at the hospital!

Money truly was a motivator. His fifty thousand was secured, hehe.

Hearing the hospital sounds in the background, Chen Zhao said, “Master, I want to switch masters.”

His master immediately exploded. “You unfilial wretch! You’re obsessed with money! What nonsense! Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?!”

Chen Zhao: “I’ll bring you with me.”

The old man paused. “… Disciple, that’s not appropriate…”

Chen Zhao clicked his tongue. See?

Chengde Medical Clinic’s live stream last night was a hit. It was probably Wu Heng’s longest stream yet, over six hours, and all for a dog.

Pet owners were discussing Hei Tan, others were shocked by the practitioners who could forge birth charts.

Qingfeng Temple gained even more popularity. The Goddess of Childbirth truly granted wishes, and the master, personally endorsed by the Zhang Tianjun couple, was a skilled practitioner who could locate children using their birth dates!

Influencers flocked to Qingfeng Temple, their videos showing the crowds, mostly couples trying to conceive.

Zhang Da Yong and his family also met the current master, the former master’s disciple.

The master, seeing the black dog sitting patiently at the entrance, avoiding the crowd, said to Zhang Da Yong, “Humans and animals are different. Restoring your birth chart requires calculations and an auspicious time. The day after tomorrow, during the You hour (5-7 p.m.), will be suitable.”

Zhang Da Yong agreed, then asked, “And the ritual for Hei Tan, Master?”

The master smiled, “The ritual for your dog is simpler, we can do it in the back room anytime.”

He gave them a list of items to prepare.

Zhang Da Yong, his eyes red-rimmed, decided to send Hei Tan off first before dealing with his family matters.

This dog had been loyal for over forty years, he could prioritize its affairs.

His family didn’t object, immediately starting the preparations.

By the afternoon, the back room of Qingfeng Temple was ready, and the master, dressed in his Taoist robes, began the ritual.

“Woof?” Hei Tan, its ears perked, paced around uneasily, a slight breeze in the enclosed space.

It felt lighter, a sense of freedom as the invisible shackles that bound it were removed.

Its simple mind couldn’t process much, but it knew it was time to leave, and it nuzzled Zhang Da Yong anxiously, whimpering.

Zhang Da Yong, his face wet with tears, hugged the restless dog tightly, his bearded chin resting on its head, his voice choked with emotion, “Hei Tan, it’s time to go. It’s not that I don’t want you anymore.”

The master, watching the incense at the window extinguish and a shadow appear, bowed respectfully.

“The Yin messenger is here.”

Zhang Da Yong wiped his tears, turned towards the shadowy figure, and cried, “Master, please, take good care of Hei Tan, these are for you.”

They burnt the offerings they had prepared, joss paper, gold ingots folded as instructed by Wu Heng, paper horses, even paper dog food, a feast.

Lai Jun, sifting through the useless offerings, picked out some usable joss paper and two decent-looking ingots and put them into his lantern. He looked at the scared dog, his gaze softening slightly, ‘Let’s go.’

He had to go back for his next assignment.

“Woof, woof, woof?” Hei Tan whined, clinging to Zhang Da Yong, unwilling to leave. His master could finally see him, why did he have to go?

“Go, we’ll prepare your new home,” Zhang Da Yong hugged Hei Tan tightly, “A dog house, a warm bed, all the meaty bones you can eat.”

“We’ll meet again.”

Hei Tan looked at Zhang Da Yong, then at the Yin messenger, and seemed to understand.

Lai Jun found a rope, tied it around Hei Tan’s neck. ‘Let’s go, early departure, faster reincarnation.’

Zhang Da Yong watched as Hei Tan left, its wagging tail disappearing from sight.

A single black dog hair drifted down, landing in his palm, and he cried again.

By dusk, the visitors left Qingfeng Temple.

Zhang Da Yong, wiping his tears, sent a message to Chengde Medical Clinic.

[Sky High Nails (Follow-up): Doctor Wu, Hei Tan left a single hair.]

Perhaps it was the residual magic of the fox fur, but only he could see the hair. He felt he would lose even this eventually.

[Chengde Medical Clinic: Hold the hair, close your eyes, and walk five hundred steps south. You’ll see the mother dog Hei Tan will be born into.]

Zhang Da Yong, although confused, followed Wu Heng’s instructions.

Supported by his family, he walked south, counting his steps.

“497, 498, 499, 500.” As he finished, he heard a weak bark and opened his eyes.

A skinny, pregnant dog had emerged from the bushes behind Qingfeng Temple, wagging its tail weakly, begging for food.

Zhang Da Yong was suddenly reminded of a small, scared black puppy he found by the roadside as a child.

He squatted down with a piece of bread, just like back then, “Want to come home with me?”

When his puppy opened its eyes again, not only would its loving owner be there, but also its mother and its siblings.

A sweet life, this time.