A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 106

Chapter 106

Not long after the National Nuo festival, summer arrived, and Nan Nuo was even hotter than Beijing.

Wu Su fidgeted with Wu Heng and Shi Xuan’s college entrance exam admission tickets, pleased with their serious expressions in the photos.

One taking the exam in Hezipo Town, the other in Beijing.

“I heard from Zhou Yi’s mother that their whole family is going, a grand send-off,” Wu Su felt he couldn’t be outdone, “Should I go too?”

Wu Heng, leaning against Shi Xuan’s arm, was reviewing practice exams, he was smart, having studied past papers diligently, but Tsinghua and Peking University were still a reach, his scores, although consistently good, weren’t that high, and the King of Hell, having had many more years of education, could easily explain any problem he couldn’t solve.

Wu Heng, leaning against Shi Xuan, test papers on his lap, eating lychees – he enjoyed eating them, but not peeling them, his hands getting sticky – replied casually, “Where are you planning to go, Dad? The town or Beijing?”

Wu Su, watching his son feed his other son lychees, Shi Xuan taking the pits, was in a dilemma.

How to choose?

The town was closer, of course, but… Shi Xuan was all alone in this world, his father having passed away recently, shouldn’t he prioritize Shi Xuan’s feelings?

Wu Su, unable to resist fantasizing, “If only I had that corpse Gu, my soul could go to Beijing with Shi Xuan, and my body could stay here with Xiao Heng.”

Old Doctor Wu, who was studying medical texts, looked up, “Wu Su, are you sick?”

Wu Su felt his father’s joke wasn’t funny at all, not even remotely humorous.

“How about drawing lots, Uncle Wu?” Shi Xuan suggested, making sure Wu Heng was sitting comfortably, before throwing the lychee pit in the trash, washing his hands, then taking two pieces of yellow paper – the kind used for wrapping medicine – and writing a name on each, folding them into small balls, Wu Su looked at the two paper balls, his brow furrowed, then, after much deliberation, chose one and carefully unfolded it, revealing the characters “Wu Heng.”

“Xiao Heng! Since Heaven has chosen, Shi Xuan, don’t worry too much about your exam, Uncle Wu will support you from afar, a hundred percent!” he cheered,

Shi Xuan simply nodded. It was just an exam, Wu Su was acting like it was a battlefield, and he could do without the blessing, thank you very much.

Wu Heng, standing outside the pharmacy, unfolded the other paper ball, also “Wu Heng.”

He smiled faintly, pocketing it discreetly.

“Wu Heng, Wu Heng, can you tell me what this is? A pill passed down from my ancestors,” Su Da Yi said mysteriously, slithering in and handing Wu Heng a black pill, larger than a chocolate candy, Su Da Yi had recently visited her hometown, checking on Hei Tan, who was growing up quickly, just as adorable as before, clearly loved and pampered. She had dug up this pill while rearranging her den in the mountains. Unsure of its use, she decided to consult an expert.

Wu Heng took it, sniffed it, then broke off a small piece, instantly recognizing its ingredients, “What’s that, ‘gas tank’ gave you?” Da Bai, with Xi Xi, came to watch the commotion,

“Godfather, Godfather, I also want to see,” Xi Xi said, craning her neck, and Wu Heng pushed both snakes aside.

“Minors shouldn’t be looking at these things,” he said, Da Bai still indignant, weren’t snakes different from humans? You couldn’t use human age calculations!

It was indeed an ancestral recipe passed down by fox spirits, enhancing desire without any physical harm, a pleasure enhancer for couples, a fitting heirloom.

“Oh, never mind then, you can have it,” Su Da Yi said, slightly disappointed, she had thought it might be a beauty enhancer.

Useless. She wasn’t looking for a partner, she was a self-sufficient fox spirit.

Wu Heng then watched Su Da Yi rush off to the backyard again, creating chaos among the chickens, picking out tonight’s dinner, he carefully wrapped the pill in yellow paper, locking it away in his room’s drawer, for safekeeping. The snakes were too curious.

He sniffed the air, the faint, sweet scent of the pill lingering, his gaze turning to Shi Xuan’s lips, and his throat tightened.

He leaned closer and asked, “Why didn’t you eat any lychees earlier? Don’t you like them?”

Shi Xuan simply looked at him, “?” They had bought a small amount on their last trip to town, he wouldn’t take Wu Heng’s share.

Wu Heng, suddenly emboldened, leaned in and kissed him, a hint of lychee sweetness lingering between their lips, the soft touch, a spark igniting in his heart, he gently bit his lower lip, and Shi Xuan, his gaze softening, deepened the kiss, the sweet taste exploding, spreading through them like wildfire.

Wu Heng sat on the desk, his face buried in Shi Xuan’s chest. “We should… study hard for the exams.”

Right now, that seemed more challenging than the college entrance exam, especially with that… walking gas tank around.

On the day of the college entrance exam, Shi Xuan returned to Beijing with He Yunxiao’s family. Wu Heng, with the Zhou family, their entire entourage dressed in red – a tradition for good luck – making Zhou Yi incredibly embarrassed, he wanted to hide his face, Wu Heng and Zhou Yi entered the exam hall, while Wu Su, seeing the nervous parents, turned and headed towards the nearest arcade, his happy place.

The exam lasted two days, a liberation for He Yunxiao and his friends, already planning their graduation trip, Shi Xuan returned to the Shi family’s desolate house to deal with the inheritance. He hadn’t died yet, he was both king of the underworld and heir to a fortune.

Shi Xuan traveled through the well, leaving Wu Heng behind, and sitting in his office in the underworld, watched impassively as his father was brought in, escorted by Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the traditional underworld guardians.

Shi Zongguang looked up at him, shrouded in swirling black mist, resting his head on his hands, his face pale.

He still couldn’t accept it. His son, Yama, his life, his choices, all wrong, and it was Lai Jun’s turn as intern judge. Sitting at his small desk, he pulled out Shi Zongguang’s life record, reading it with dramatic flair.

From birth to death, every action judged, his fate in the afterlife decided.

“Shi Zongguang, anything to say in your defense?”

Shi Zongguang, in a daze, asked, “Where’s my wife, Jiang Lisha?”

Lai Jun glanced at Yama, who, his expression unreadable, his gaze flickering, remained silent.

Lai Jun, deciphering his superior’s intentions – no objections to the question – checked the records on his underworld computer, ‘Jiang Lisha, a virtuous woman in life, gave birth to Your Majesty’s mortal form, her death during childbirth a great sacrifice. Her spirit, protecting her son, has accumulated immense merit. She reincarnated a few days ago.’

Before his return. He hadn’t seen his mother.

He had used the Yin-Yang Mirror (A mystical mirror used to see souls and spirits, an object used by Diety Er Lang Shen, often to judge and look at the world of the living ) to check on her. A good life, a fortunate rebirth, a rare blessing.

Shi Zongguang, his mouth opening and closing, speechless, even facing the young man before him, his son, no longer a son, but the King of Hell, ruler of the underworld, what could he even say?

Lai Jun, the intern judge, asked, ‘Your Majesty, Shi Zongguang had dealings with evil spirits, although unknowingly, still a crime. But he is your father from your mortal life. How should we proceed? Leniency?‘

Shi Xuan looked down at the disheveled middle-aged soul. After a long silence, he stood, his voice indifferent. “Let the Six Divisions of Merit judge him according to the law.”

He turned, his wide sleeves swirling, and as he walked away, his voice barely a whisper, “I must recuse myself.”

Shi Zongguang, having expected punishment, was unmoved, but that word, “bìxián (recuse),” his eyes burning, tears welling up, unable to fall, a choked sob escaping his lips, he thought he was facing the King of Hell, that single word revealing the truth, his son, Shi Xuan,

And the young Yama walked away without looking back.

Eighteen years in the human world, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of the underworld, yet he had experienced it, every encounter, every emotion, real, his mother’s love, his father’s hatred, a failed tribulation,

He stood by the shores of the underworld sea, the greenish waters covering countless bones, silent, until the waves stirred, and in the distance, excited ghost guards, their palanquin radiating Yin qi, glided over the waves.

Wu Heng peered out, seeing countless souls watching him from a nearby boat.

He would never understand their fascination with carrying him around, it had happened many times during his underworld visits, he couldn’t keep refusing.

The ghost guards were swift, perhaps lacking professional training, the palanquin swaying precariously.

Wu Heng, feeling nauseous, quickly got out as soon as they reached the shore.

Shi Xuan, waiting, watching the ghost guards lift the curtain, that person emerging, walking towards him, his lips curved into a smile, having Wu Heng, his mortal life wasn’t a complete failure.

The underworld, a dark, lifeless realm, he had found his light in the human world.