A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 84p1

Chapter 84 Part 1

Yin Messenger 014 grabbed Yuan Song, who almost rushed forward, and hissed, ‘What are you doing?! Can’t you let the suspect surrender willingly?! Less work, more merit, isn’t that better?! You call yourself a university student?! No brains!’

‘Stay here! Don’t move!’

Yuan Song: ‘…Sorry, Senior.’

As expected of a veteran, his perspective was different.

Lai Jun, seeing the two Yin messengers suddenly freeze, almost cursed. These were the partners Wu Heng sent?

With them suddenly becoming useless, Lai Jun didn’t dare act alone and slammed on the brakes, glaring at them.

They let his merit points escape, he’d report them to the higher-ups!

014 remained calm, he even wanted a cigarette, if the rules allowed.

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Chen Ying, not knowing the rules of the underworld, only hoping for her friend’s sanity, could see her standing there calmly, surrounded by a crowd.

Sister Ying, staring at her, said after a moment, “You have the wrong person. Get lost!”

Chen Ying, grabbing her arms excitedly – perhaps because of the seven herbs – her hands actually passing through her cold, intangible form, “You have a mole on your left ear, a scar on your right hip from when we learned to ride bicycles. You love strawberry shortcake, and I always complain about you eating luosifen. Duo Duo, how could I mistake you?!”

Sister Ying flew into a rage, her tangled hair spreading like a swarm of centipedes. She shoved her face close to Chen Ying’s, her dead-white skin scarred, wrinkles etched around her eyes, she looked ancient. ‘Are you blind?! I’m Zhang Qiang’s wife! Does this look like the face of a twenty-five-year-old woman?! No!’

She extended her long, red-nailed hands, the nails sharp and ghostly, ‘Do these look like the delicate hands of a city girl? No!’

Her hands were rough and calloused, covered in scars from farm work.

She lifted her ragged clothes, revealing her distended, dark belly, a mass of loose flesh, and laughed maniacally, tears of blood mixing with her laughter, ‘Does this look like the belly of a young woman who hasn’t given birth?!’

Lost in her nightmare again, she screamed, cursing in a dialect Chen Ying didn’t understand, like a monster losing its mind.

Her shrieks chilled even the other female ghosts in Ping An village, some of the passengers wetting themselves in terror, others fainting.

This was the most resentful ghost Wu Heng had encountered since arriving in this world.

[So terrifying! I’m hiding under my blanket, she’s scarier than a serial killer!]
[My family practices metaphysics, my grandfather said a single red-clothed ghost can kill an entire building, a ghost king like this, nurtured by the villagers’ resentment, could destroy an entire town!]

[That girl must be mistaken! This isn’t her friend! Run!]

Chen Ying’s fiancé, watching, his heart pounding, [Ying Ying, be careful! Doctor Wu, please help her! I can’t lose her too!]

He stared at the raging figure in the grayscale live stream, her appearance vaguely resembling Nie Wei, yet so different, he wasn’t even sure.

He remembered his fiancée’s best friend, a sweet girl from a water town in southern China, with her cute bangs, soft accent, her love for poetry and traditional clothes, a popular student in her Chinese literature department, her beautiful calligraphy.

After he and Chen Ying started dating, she had even joked about writing them a beautiful marriage certificate in calligraphy.

She was gentle and kind, never raising her voice, always calm and collected.

And this… this monster…

His instincts told him it was her, but his mind refused to accept it.

Wu Heng’s expression softened, “Feed her the seven herbs you picked.”

[Feed a ghost? Will that even work?]

[That girl looks so frail, how can she even make a raging ghost take anything?]
[Doctor Wu, you said you could go there. Isn’t Ping An village near Nan Nuo? We’ll pay you!]

Wu Heng, watching the live stream, said firmly, “There’s no need for me to intervene. And besides, there are officials there already.”

Physical ailments were easier to treat than emotional wounds. Sometimes, once the emotional burden was lifted, even strange illnesses would disappear.

If there was a problem, he could always use the wells.

Chen Ying, grabbing Sister Ying’s wrist, her tears flowing, hugged her tightly, “Duo Duo, Ying Ying is here to take you home.”

It was her fault Nie Wei took that train.

She would bring her back, no matter what.

Nie Wei trembled in her embrace. She was powerful now, she could easily kill this woman with a touch, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She couldn’t hug her back, she was too dirty, her body, her soul. After a moment of hesitation, she rested her cold forehead against her shoulder, silently crying.

This… was her fate.

Trapped in this invisible cage, this village, unable to escape, yet someone came for her, after all this time.

She cursed, using the harmless words she struggled to learn five years ago,

‘Idiot, you fool, Chen Ying.’

This Ping An village, teeming with evil, far more terrifying than her previous one, and Chen Ying was here.

Chen Ying forced a smile, “Yes, I’m a fool, you’re an idiot, that’s why we’re best friends, right? We’re the same.”

She always believed that true friendship was rarer than love.

Love had many facets, lust, passion, but friendship was a connection, two souls on the same frequency.

They smiled at each other.

Chen Ying sniffled and took out the seven herbs, offering them to Nie Wei.

Nie Wei looked at them, a skinny little ghost approaching cautiously, and she popped them into her mouth. The bitter taste exploded, a stark contrast to a ghost’s dulled senses.

She swallowed, then said, ‘Like your hot pot seasoning concoctions. Indescribable.’

[Holy crap, she actually ate it! I thought it would be a struggle!]
[I wouldn’t doubt my best friend. Whatever she gave me, I’d eat it immediately.]
[As someone without friends, I’m envious.]
[Doctor Wu, what kind of medicine is that? Will it destroy the ghost?]

Wu Heng explained, “We’re not underworld officials, even the most evil spirits, that’s not for us to decide, those herbs are to restore her sanity.”

Everything has its counter. This village, filled with malicious ghosts, also had the cure, nature’s balance. Resentment fueled their power, but it also consumed their reason, causing endless torment, this was the cure.

Nie Wei’s aura softened as her emotions stabilized, the effect almost immediate.

Chen Ying went to Wu Su, who was holding the phone, thanked him, took her suitcase, and opened it.

“New down jacket for Duo Duo, this season’s latest design, I knew you would like it.”

“Your favorite poems, a hardcover edition.”

“I saw this hairband and bought two, here’s yours.”

Everything was for Nie Wei.

She took out a wooden comb, led Nie Wei to a large rock, had her sit down, then, gently stroking her tangled hair, her voice soft, “Let me fetch some well water and wash your hair.”

Nie Wei sat there, a distant look in her eyes, Zhang Qiang, after she gave birth, had said she was being childish, a mother now, not a little girl anymore.

But someone still treated her like one.

‘Sister Ying, those passengers are acting strangely. Time for dinner?’ the thin, shrewd ghost approached and reported.

As she spoke, a strong voice shouted, “Rescue mission, commence!”

Dozens of police officers, their clothes concealed, powerful talismans hidden on their weapons, rose from the ground.

Wu Heng, watching their formation – clearly designed by a skilled practitioner – smiled, it wouldn’t work against malicious ghosts, but it would protect the passengers until dawn.

The officers were resolute. Their mission: escort the passengers to safety, those ghosts weren’t their concern, different jurisdictions.

The female ghosts glared, ready to attack, but Sister Ying’s sharp gaze silenced them.

The police, cautiously eyeing these seemingly harmless women, now malicious spirits, each movement a potential threat, were also on high alert.

Police departments now had Special Events Management Bureaus, staffed with officers screened for their strong birth charts and courage.

For many, this was their first supernatural case. No experience, only their instincts, their duty to protect the citizens, even at the cost of their own lives.

The dazed, barely conscious passengers huddled within the officers’ protective formation.

The short, shrewd ghost beside Sister Ying suddenly shouted, ‘These cops aren’t passengers! They snuck on board!’

[Holy crap, so that’s what Wu Heng meant by officials, I thought he was referring to undercover Yin messengers.]

[So the government did take action, they wouldn’t ignore this.]

[Those officers must have signed their wills. This is a ghost village. Entering is suicide!]

[Wuwuwu, so they did deploy officers. If they couldn’t board the train, they went to the destination!]

“Duo Duo, please, don’t do anything foolish, these passengers, these police officers, they’re innocent!” Chen Ying grabbed Nie Wei’s wrist, her voice filled with urgency.

Nie Wei, her head lowered, her voice soft, ‘Ying Ying, you don’t understand, I’ve committed many sins, the underworld won’t forgive me.’

Many serial killers thought the same way, if one murder meant death, then might as well kill more.

‘This world is about the strong preying on the weak. When I was weak, they abused me, raped me, humiliated me! Only when I’m stronger will they beg for mercy!’

Wu Heng said, “If you don’t harm the innocent, the underworld will show leniency.”

Nie Wei’s bloodshot eyes flickered slightly.

Wu Heng looked at the Yin messengers, led by 014, and continued, his voice gentle, “The underworld has laws, but it’s more primal, ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.’ You and these women, trafficked and murdered, retaliating against the entire village, there is karma, your actions excessive, but Yama might be lenient, just a few more years of… reformation.”

His voice hardened slightly. “But if you harm these innocent passengers… not even a hundred and eighty levels of hell are enough.”

Just then, sharp, ghostly wails echoed.

Yuan Song, carrying his lantern, several dismembered spirits bound to his soul-snatching rope, emerged from a house.

‘Master, help! These women are crazy! They’re all ghosts! They killed us and devoured our souls! Many can’t even reincarnate! They’ve been destroyed!’

The passengers, their heads lowered, didn’t dare to look.

Those weren’t even complete souls anymore, half a body, half a head, barely recognizable as men.

Zhang Qiang looked at the monstrous figure in disbelief. Her hair was clean, like when he first met her.

She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a goddess from heaven.

Five years ago, after the train derailment, the scene engulfed in flames, Zhang Qiang, fearfully approaching, saw a beautiful woman in a white fur coat and boots stumble towards him, asking for help, slightly injured but her phone lost, she promised a handsome reward.

His wife, a gift from heaven!

But she wanted to escape, even after he gave her a child, even inciting that skinny, shrewd woman from Second Dog’s family to lead the others.

He had just… used a bit too much force, and she died. It wasn’t uncommon in the village, so, suppressing his fear, he buried her, thinking it was over.

He had her, a child to carry on his family line.

Then, Lunar New Year’s Eve, a nightmare for the entire village, vengeful ghosts seeking retribution.

‘That bitch has no humanity! Even killing her own child!’ Zhang Qiang, seeing an Yin messenger, his camera recording, immediately started listing her crimes.

The skinny little ghost retorted, ‘Bullshit! You were afraid Sister Ying would take revenge, you grabbed your child and used it as a shield! You dropped him!’

Zhang Qiang, intimidated, ‘She wouldn’t have killed me, why would I use my own child?‘

[… Wow, so he was allowed to abuse her, but she wasn’t allowed to retaliate?]
[If that were me, I’d kill the whole village too, not a single innocent person in that place.]
[They were passengers seeking help, not moving into your house!]

‘Sister Ying, it’s dinner time, let’s devour this bastard’s head,’ the skinny ghost snarled.

‘Dinner! Dinner! We want to eat!’ the other ghosts shrieked.