A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 86p2

Chapter 86 Part 2

Wu Heng was surprised. “What? I never agreed to a press conference.”

You Jin showed him the announcement. It wasn’t just rumors, several official accounts had posted about it.

You Jin, puzzled, “Who? Which medical expert has the same surname as you? ‘Wu’ isn’t a common surname.”

Wu Heng looked at the news and had a suspicion.

“Doesn’t matter who, it’s a good thing,” You Jin, ever the optimist, said, remembering something else, “Uncle Wu Su called earlier, he’s arriving this afternoon, taking the high-speed train to the provincial capital, then a bus to town. I’ll go pick him up.”

Then he added with admiration, “Xiao Heng, I could never reach him when he was at the Shi residence, he must have been a very dedicated worker!”

Wu Heng twitched the corner of his lips, his father, a slacker playing video games all day, only diligent in cursing his boss inwardly.

Wu Heng looked at the time, did a practice exam from Jiaming High School – they had bought a printer for the clinic – then started his live stream.

As soon as he went online, Chen Ying and her husband showered him with gifts.

Chen Ying had a dream, a foggy dreamscape where she couldn’t see Nie Wei, but she knew she was there.

Nie Wei said she had a court date in a few days, the defense lawyer, saying the underworld’s stance was harsh, the village, with its strong Yin energy, amplifying her resentment, her actions understandable, they could try to reduce her sentence.

The defense lawyer was an Yin messenger hired by Wu Heng.

Chen Ying, after waking up, wanting to show her gratitude, immediately sent gifts, becoming his top supporter.

Even his birthday gift was already on its way.

Wu Heng thanked her, then announced, “Today is free clinic day, I’ll be online until dusk, anyone in need, please connect.”

Babies crying incessantly, people always cold, insomnia, all sorts of ailments, Wu Heng patiently diagnosed them, prescribing remedies privately.

[Many seem to have… supernatural ailments, tainted by Yin qi.]

[Yes, last time, there were more normal illnesses. I remember that green skin guy, it was just his underwear dye, this time, all exorcism remedies and whatnot.]
[Is this a supernatural apocalypse?! Can’t we stop it?]
[So the vaccine does work. Those seeking exorcism haven’t been vaccinated. I want my shot!]
[+1. We ordinary people will be the victims once these things escape!]

Wu Heng took a sip of water, then listed three thousand handmade masks for sale. A young woman with short hair, two cute hair clips, wearing a pale yellow coat, appeared on screen.

“Hello, Doctor Wu… my phone’s reception has been terrible lately,” her voice faint and intermittent.

Wu Heng, putting down his teacup, “I’ll adjust the network.”

With Shi Xuan still at school, he could only use the wristband and a formation to enhance the connection.

[Huh? Grayscale again?]
[As a family member of a G4044 passenger, this grayscale gives me a bad premonition.]

[This lady’s complexion is terrible. She looks so… tired.]

[Reminds me of Tang Xueshan…]

Wu Heng looked at the comments, “She’s only twenty-five. Don’t call her “Auntie” or “Lady.”

The netizens were shocked, she looked forty!

The young woman was suddenly happy, her voice clearer now, but then a coughing fit, “The connection is better! Thank you!”

Wu Heng: “What’s your ailment?”

The young woman hesitated. “Doctor Wu, it doesn’t matter what’s wrong with me. I just wanted to ask…”

She seemed to find it difficult to speak.

The netizens were getting impatient when she finally continued, “I read a news report saying that the drone light show in Beijing was actually a life-extending ritual you performed for Professor Zhao. I wanted to know… if there’s a way to… live longer?”

Wu Heng was immediately suspicious, “What news report?”

She hadn’t expected that question.

“The… official news?”

The media had been praising Professor Zhao’s miraculous recovery, thirteen more years of life, a blessing from heaven.

[??? What official news? Weren’t those just rumors and speculation online?]

[Doctor Wu was rewarded, but it wasn’t officially stated that it was for extending someone’s lifespan, right? The government hasn’t even acknowledged the existence of supernatural incidents.]

[Where did this girl even read this fake news? And besides, Professor Zhao is a national hero, how can she even ask for the same treatment?]

The woman continued, “I’m a teacher at Hezipo Town Middle School. I feel… like I’m dying… but my students have the college entrance exams next June, so… I was wondering if there’s a way to… last until then…”

February was Lunar New Year, less than six months.

Zhou Fenghua was a young teacher, twenty-five years old, used to be vibrant and stylish, but she was aging rapidly, now resembling a woman in her forties, a local who returned after her education.

Hezipo Town Middle School was the best in town, both male and female students, some from wealthier families, others from the surrounding villages.

She was an English teacher, her class of sixty students calling her “Sister Zhou.”

She had been feeling unwell lately, her students constantly urging her to see a doctor, even that Zhou Yi, the boy who was possessed and jumped off the building, scaring the entire school, had earnestly told her to visit Chengde Medical Clinic, but she had too many papers to grade, so an online consultation.

Wu Heng, hearing “Hezipo Town Middle School,” asked, “Zhou Yi sent you?”

Zhou Fenghua nodded.

Wu Heng nodded inwardly, Zhou Yi, his name given by his grandfather, having spent time with him, had become more sensitive to these things.

She said with a wry smile, “Doctor Wu, am I being… delusional?”

Wu Heng shook his head. “Why do you feel like you’re dying, Teacher Zhou?”

She didn’t know, but the feeling had been growing stronger lately, “I… smell like a rotting corpse, insects crawl on me and… bite me… when I’m grading papers, and I’m always tired, I just want to sleep… and never wake up…”

Wu Heng: “What kind of smell?”

Zhou Fenghua: “Like dead rats… dozens of them, rotting in the winter…”

[Is she exaggerating? Wouldn’t people around her notice? That’s not just body odor.]

[As someone afraid of bugs, the word she used – ken shi (gnaw/devour), not yao (bite), is terrifying!]
[I’m a forensic examiner, and this sounds… I might be overthinking it, but…]
[+1, I must be seeing things.]

Wu Heng: “Those insects are called burying beetles, they feed on carrion. Good friends with forensic examiners.”

Everyone was shocked, vaguely understanding his implication.

Seeing her stunned silence, knowing she wouldn’t believe it, Wu Heng continued, “If you don’t mind, Teacher Zhou, I’ll teach you a pain-numbing spell, then you use a pair of tweezers.”

Zhou Fenghua immediately went to get a pair of sterilized tweezers. Wu Heng then shared the incantation in the live stream.

[?? No private message, teaching everyone? Can we use it too?]

[I’m in labor, on my way to the hospital! Can I use this for childbirth? I know they have epidurals now, but it still hurts before then!]
[Is this a one-time use spell? That’s why he’s sharing it? Or can everyone use it?]

Wu Heng smiled, “Everyone can use it. It’s an ancient technique from Zhu Youshu, to alleviate pain, but not entirely. And use it only when necessary. If you misuse it, it might not work when you truly need it, use it with respect.”

[Thank you, Doctor Wu! I think my period cramps are less painful now, not sure if it’s psychological.]

[As long as it works! Free pain relief! Who cares if it’s not 100% effective.]

[I won’t abuse it then, thank you! Such a valuable technique, I’ll send a small gift.]

[This isn’t good, teaching everyone pain relief magic. Is this foreshadowing something?]

Wu Heng looked at Zhou Fenghua, “Ready?”

She chanted the spell silently, her eyes closed, and pinched a piece of skin with the tweezers, feeling the sharp metal pierce her flesh, the pain slight, but a strange wriggling sensation inside.

Wu Heng said firmly, “Pull.”

She pulled, a maggot, covered in pus and blood, wriggling between the tweezers.

[Aaaaa! I’m afraid of bugs! Bye!]
[I’m a forensic examiner, and judging by her symptoms and that maggot, she’s practically a walking corpse.]
[I almost fainted, never seen a maggot up close before.]

“A maggot? In my… body?” Zhou Fenghua dropped the tweezers, staring at the maggot as it wriggled on the floor.

How could a living person have maggots?!

What… what was she? Not human.

“Am I… a ghost?”

Wu Heng shook his head. “A living corpse.”