A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 105p2

Chapter 105 Part 2

Da Bai opened its mouth wide, happily devouring everything on the table.

It even tried to pick up a piece of chicken for Xi Xi with chopsticks, then paused, confused.

“?”

Hands? Where did it get hands?

It looked down. A ray of moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating it, and everyone stared, as its white scales shimmered, its small horns growing larger, claws emerging from its serpentine body, a majestic transformation,

“This… this…”

He Yunxiao and the others were stunned, what was happening?!

Wu Heng, putting down his chopsticks, his eyes filled with admiration, “A snake leaping the Dragon Gate, becoming a Jiao,” a type of dragon in Chinese mythology.

As he spoke, Da Bai soared into the sky, through the window, into the fireworks-lit night, captured by countless tourists.

“Look! A dragon! A dragon in the New Year’s sky!”

“A real dragon? They still exist?!”

Zheng Feiran, celebrating the New Year in Nan Nuo with his family, ignoring the dinner, rushed outside with his brush and easel, muttering, “I have to paint this… for my ghost market series.”

Da Bai landed, staring at its transformed body in disbelief. “I… I’m a Jiao Dragon now?”

A true Well Dragon King.

Confused, it had never imagined this, was it… enlightened?

Wu Heng patted its head. “Congratulations on passing your trial. No more need for my spells or leaves. You can travel freely now,” such a timid snake, single-handedly claiming those wells, uniting the Well Dragon Kings, its courage rewarded by Heaven.

Da Bai looked at him, it wouldn’t have done it without him.

Then, turning to He Yunxiao, “Uncle He, Uncle He! I’m a Jiao Dragon now, the only one in the country!” it boasted.

He Yunxiao suppressed a smile, trying to maintain a paternal demeanor. “That’s good, keep up the good work,”

Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the others were envious, a snake daughter, a Jiao Dragon son-in-law? Their New Year’s wish: a baby! Any kind, snake, dragon, monkey, they weren’t picky.

Da Bai, rubbing against He Yunxiao’s leg, then Wu Heng’s, rushed to the table to feast.

Su Da Yi, still eating, “You have hands now! Use your claws! Don’t make me transform!”

Their table was noisy, as were the others, discussions about the underworld, their children’s exams, the upcoming fireworks.

The spirits, watching their descendants, savoring the aroma of food and wine, their ghostly faces smiling.

Such a reunion, after so many years.

The clock struck twelve. Everyone raised their glasses. “Happy New Year!”

Firecrackers exploded outside, ushering in the new year.

Wu Heng knew this long night would end, dawn would come, the sun would rise.

A new beginning.

He raised his wine glass, looking at Shi Xuan, “Happy New Year, Shi Xuan,”

Shi Xuan, draining his glass, his lips stained red, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the soft light, “Happy New Year, Wu Heng,” his voice low.

Everyone stared at them.

Wu Su, “You kids go play outside, plenty of fireworks!”

Shi Xuan, taking Wu Heng’s hand, led him outside. He lit a sparkler and handed it to him, Wu Su, watching them leave, a smug grin on his face, picked up his phone and called Shi Zongguang.

“Hey, old fart Shi. Big news—your son is my son now! My son-in-law! Thanks for raising him for eighteen years! Hahaha!”

Silence.

“Hello?”

His assistant answered, “Steward Wu, Mr. Shi just collapsed, he’s in the hospital now, unconscious, it seems serious…”

Wu Su, “Huh?”

So fragile? A mixture of emotions filled him as he muttered a few polite words and hung up.

Looking at the youngsters playing with fireworks, he raised his glass and toasted, “Cheers, everyone! Happy New Year! May the new year bring peace and happiness!”

Outside, the young men were having a blast.

He Yunxiao was competing with Li Hao and the others, and with a snake and a Jiao Dragon on his team, he was winning, “Fox Immortal, help!” Li Hao yelled,

You Jin, playing with safer fireworks, kept reminding them to be careful, and Lai Jun, still busy rounding up ghosts, glanced at them, thought for a moment, then, shaking his head, shouldered his heavy lantern and went back to work, he had a promotion to earn.

Shi Xuan led Wu Heng to a quieter spot. He was holding the sparkler, his face even paler under the silvery light, the sparkler fading, Wu Heng’s face falling slightly, a flicker of regret.

Shi Xuan reached out, his long fingers brushing the dying embers, and the sparkler reignited, burning brightly, an endless flame.

“Wu Heng, I… I like you, I have since we first met, back then…” He looked down at the young man before him, his voice soft, sincere, almost reverent, “Be with me, okay?”

Wu Heng, clutching the sparkler, his heart pounding, looked at Shi Xuan’s face under the flickering light, mesmerized, and nodded, “Okay.”

Shi Xuan, seemingly relieved, pulled him closer, his lips brushing his cold cheek, his hair, then, as if testing the waters, gently kissed him, his breath warm against his skin.

The warmth, the softness, was intoxicating, he tightened his embrace, his fingers tracing the curve of his neck, feeling him tremble slightly, deepening the kiss, their breaths mingling, the world fading away, the sparkler, an eternal flame, burning brightly in his hand. His fingers gently caressed his warm, flushed cheeks. “Happy New Year, my Wu Heng.”

The Xuanmen ancestor had been captured, imprisoned in a dark rock on their mountain, exposed to the sun’s purifying light, he hadn’t expected those mortals and spirits to resist.

And on that spring day, he would cease to exist, his soul scattered, and the malicious ghosts under his command, captured and sentenced. Their labor would rebuild the underworld, to catch up with the modern world.

‘If you’re arresting us, arrest everyone! I’m reporting the leader of the rebellion’s finance department, that Yang Xing! He’s also guilty!‘ one ghost complained.

The ghost general, like looking at an idiot, ‘Yang Xing was an undercover agent! Don’t you know anything?‘

Where did he think those weapons came from?

He had used his own money, legitimate earnings, to develop those early prototypes, the ones sold cheaply to Lai Jun, who then gifted them to Wu Heng, but those red packets, given to thousands of souls, those he funded with Xuanmen’s money, their disciples’ salaries, a small act of… karmic redistribution.

Yang Xing initially just wanted to teach, but with the limited online resources in the underworld, too few students, he needed a second job, and Li Juan, and those other families, were so happy to watch the punishment videos of the shoe tycoon, but it wasn’t a steady source of income, so he joined the finance department,

And he was sharp, noticing their embezzlement scheme.

He contacted Wu Heng, conflicted, should he report this?

And Wu Heng said, go for it,

He even recruited some like-minded ghosts in the department.

Those white gift bags, a small token of goodwill funded by the ancestor’s misappropriated funds, actually their disciples’ money, earning merit for Xuanmen.

Yang Xing’s good deeds, his exceptional qualifications, and Yama offered him a position, a judgeship, one of the current four retiring, or rather, almost dead.

But he was more interested in research and development, seeing the opportunity, the underworld, lacking in technology, with talented scientists and engineers quickly reincarnating, leaving a void, he proposed establishing a research institute, and Yama approved, funding readily available, he could recruit his own students.

He had also contacted the principal and even Professor Zhao in their dreams, a meeting of minds, a request for resources, and the next day, the principal of Beijing University of Science and Technology, holding a secret meeting with his professors, with official approval, they sent him classified research materials.

Professor Zhao, his beard neatly trimmed, said with a smile, “It seems there will be work for us even in the afterlife.”

His cancer was in remission now, he could even work for another decade.

The principal nodded in agreement, “Indeed, a research institute in the underworld, established by our distinguished alumnus.”

“By the way, I’ve decided to issue him a posthumous degree.”

Hard work and dedication are always rewarded.

Back in Nan Nuo, Lai Jun rushed into the clinic, excited, seeing Wu Heng applying his makeup, he placed his lantern on the table. His face beamed, ‘Wu Heng, my grandma also has a government job! A gift for you!’

Wu Heng, looking at the number 001 on his lantern, “Impressive, Yin Messenger Lai, Master Ghost, should I say,”

‘This is nothing,’ Lai Jun said mysteriously, wanting to show off.

“You became an intern judge,” Wu Heng stated casually,

Lai Jun was stunned. ‘How did you know? Oh right… you’re married to His Majesty now… did you… whisper sweet nothings about me?’

Wu Heng, rolling his eyes, “Do you think that’s possible?”

Lai Jun also thought it was unlikely. Although together now, they maintained professional boundaries, no interference, it was Yama’s decree, after all, Wu Heng added, seeing his excitement, “Don’t celebrate too early, hundreds of Yin messengers were selected for the internship, all those who fought bravely against the ghosts on New Year’s Eve, competing for just four judgeships, not easy.”

The more he said this, the more excited he became, Wu Heng, almost forgetting, he was driven by competition, until he earned that judgeship, a true workaholic.

‘What are you doing now? A ritual or the Nuo opera?’ Lai Jun looked at Wu Heng, having been busy with his work, he hadn’t visited Nan Nuo for a while.

The New Year’s Nuo opera lasted for half a month, and it was spring now, peach blossoms blooming.

“Ready?” Shi Xuan came downstairs and asked.

He glanced at Lai Jun, who immediately raised his hand in surrender and slipped out of the room, perhaps visiting Wu Heng’s bedroom wasn’t appropriate, they weren’t that close… after all.

Wu Heng nodded, “Let’s go,”

Shi Xuan took his hand, no more need for wells or snakes, they walked through the shadows. Wu Heng had easily mastered this technique of traveling through the underworld after being reunited with his former power. It was easy to come and go from wherever he wished.

Spring had arrived, and after the demise of the Xuanmen ancestor, a grand national Nuo opera festival would be held, a grand performance for the public, all the practitioners who fought against the ghosts on New Year’s Eve invited, even those from the disgraced Xuanmen.

Their leader had thought they had no chance, but they were even given extra slots.

With those malicious ghosts imprisoned, peace had returned to the human world. This festival was a celebration, a prayer for continued good fortune.

Wu Heng was invited too.

Dressed in their costumes, they would parade through the main streets, bells ringing, drums beating, the procession grand, with hundreds of participants, drones overhead, crowds of spectators.

And Wu Heng, the lead performer again, no need for rehearsals. For the Nuo opera’s exorcism ritual, what mattered was their sincerity.

Various dances and performances along the way. The human pyramid he did at the village Nuo opera, even higher this time. Truly a spectacle.

They arrived at the mountaintop of Xuanmen, where a thousand-year-old bell stood, beside the rock where their ancestor was imprisoned.

Wu Heng stood there, sweat dripping from his temples, a magnificent view of the mountains before him, dotted with colorful spring flowers, a warm breeze, filled with the promise of life, in the distance, he saw him, Shi Xuan, standing amidst the trees, a soft smile on his face.

Wu Heng lifted the heavy bell striker, then with a powerful swing, the deep resonant sound echoed through the mountains.

Three strikes. Three wishes.

Peace and prosperity for the nation.

Happiness for all families.

Good fortune in all endeavors.

[End of Main Story]