Chapter 14
He looked at the tender strips of meat floating in the stone bowl, his body turning ice-cold. What meat had he just eaten?
Huang Qiang considered himself to have tasted countless delicacies, but he had never tasted anything as delicious as the meat in that stone bowl. It was an indescribable, ultimate pleasure. But as the horrifying realization dawned upon him, his stomach churned uncontrollably.
[!!! Oh my god! I’m going crazy, a human finger in the porridge bowl!]
[The uncle is so creepy… Help, I don’t want to watch anymore, it’s terrifying.]
[The shaman doctor is awesome, so calm in the face of such a bizarre event! I have a theory… Did Doctor Wu Heng know this would happen?]
[I’m going to throw up, so the lean meat in the preserved egg and lean meat porridge Brother Qiang just ate was…was…human??]
In both Huang Qiang’s and Chengde Medical Clinic’s live streams, countless netizens were horrified, their scalps tingling.
But seeing Wu Heng’s calm demeanor, even leisurely eating sticky rice, the panicked netizens gradually found a sense of stability in his presence.
Many netizens, both scared and curious, switched from Huang Qiang’s live stream to Chengde Medical Clinic’s.
Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, they felt a sense of security with Wu Heng.
Li Hao and his friends, witnessing this bizarre event, saw the viewership in their live stream plummet as everyone flocked to Wu Heng’s, and he angrily crawled around on the floor. “Why are there so many people?!”
With so many people, how would the shaman doctor notice them?
A jarring sound of a stone bowl shattering came from the live stream. Huang Qiang, now devoid of his previous arrogant demeanor, was as terrified as a quail about to be slaughtered. He stood up from the stone table and backed away continuously.
“U-u-uncle, y-you…”
He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Wu Heng, was this your doing?!” Huang Qiang kept retreating, not daring to look at Huang Zhigang, only able to question Wu Heng loudly through the connection.
Wu Heng chewed on the soft, sweet sticky rice, paired with the crispy kimchi Brother You Jin had made yesterday, his handsome face showing only appreciation for the food and an innocent smile. “Don’t falsely accuse good people.”
Drops of blood dripped from Huang Zhigang’s empty right sleeve onto the cement floor of the rural courtyard. Huang Qiang, forced to retreat, stumbled backward and fell into the vegetable patch behind him.
The netizens were scared, but they felt more sympathy for Huang Qiang. Brother Qiang had already been through enough, running around for his uncle’s illness, how could he encounter such a thing? Many netizens tagged metaphysics bloggers they knew and trusted.
An ID named “Sanshui Zhenren” commented: [Possessed.]
[!! I knew it! The uncle was clearly not normal!]
[Don’t they say there’s karma? Brother Qiang’s family is very kind, three months ago, they even donated 500,000 yuan to help poor children with their education. Good people don’t get good rewards.]
[I live nearby, and I wouldn’t dare go there. There are weasels in the mountains, sometimes they come down at night, I’m afraid of getting involved.]
…
Huang Zhigang’s narrowed eyes resembled two soybeans. He stared intently at the terrified Huang Qiang and asked again, “Qiangzi, why aren’t you eating?”
Huang Qiang was so scared he wet himself, his urine fertilizing the vegetable patch. He could only shake his head.
Huang Zhigang, hidden in the fog, his deep voice turning sharp, sounded less like a human and more like an animal imitating human speech. He tilted his head and laughed strangely. “You can eat our meat, why can’t you eat your own kind?”
Everyone’s scalp tingled. This…this clearly wasn’t the uncle speaking.
Huang Qiang wanted to vomit. He kept clawing at his throat, shaking his head.
Many netizens felt uneasy watching this. This world was about survival of the fittest, but it couldn’t be that just because Brother Qiang and his uncle had eaten pork before, they would encounter such a thing, right? Pigs were livestock. They ate pork too. It was Brother Qiang now, who knew if it would be them next?
Wu Heng said, “Three things not to kill: those with unknown origins, those pregnant, and those begging for their lives. You’ve hit all three.”
While netizens were still trying to understand Wu Heng’s words, Huang Qiang exploded like a dry twig catching fire, crying out in the vegetable patch, “I didn’t know the porcupine was pregnant! I didn’t know it was kneeling to beg for its life! It had nothing to do with me, it was my uncle who killed it!”
These blurted words made Huang Qiang instantly regretful. It was over, now, not only could he not extort money from Wu Heng’s family, he might even go to jail.
The netizens in the live stream were stunned, the chat exploding.
[Porcupine? Not an ordinary pig? I looked it up, wild porcupines are protected animals! And it was of unknown origin. Holy crap! This is illegal, right?]
[Criminal, truly criminal! Killing a pregnant protected animal? My world is collapsing. I always thought Huang Qiang and Huang Zhigang were honest country folk.]
[The nature reserve is right behind Huang Qiang’s house, what kind of tools did they use to catch a protected animal? Chilling.]
[Did Wu Heng know this from the beginning? Holy crap, that’s amazing, he knows medicine and metaphysics, and his shamanic dance is so fluid and wild.]
[Calling the police.]
[My god, a pregnant animal kneeling and begging for its life, no compassion at all? Huang Qiang, you deserve to die!]
Netizens who had previously sympathized with Huang Qiang were now enraged, unfollowing and criticizing him.
Porcupines weren’t really pigs, they resembled hedgehogs more, but in Wu Heng’s limited memories of this body, he remembered his grandfather saying not to catch them, they were protected by the state.
Huang Zhigang had killed a pregnant porcupine with his right hand, so others took only his right hand, sparing his life, not taking advantage of the Huang family.
Suddenly, everyone noticed something strange in the live stream. In the darkness, they could faintly see a weasel with small, beady eyes and a skullcap standing in the distance! It was staring intently at Huang Zhigang and Huang Qiang with a strange glint in its eyes.
A weasel, also known as Huangpizi, was one of the Five Great Immortals.
The netizens in the live stream screamed and ran around in their homes.
Even without Wu Heng explaining, some knowledgeable netizens knew what the weasel symbolized. The Yellow Immortal had the ability to possess and confuse people, and this bizarre scene was clearly its doing.
As the nearly half-meter tall weasel turned and darted into the mountains, the fog in the courtyard dispersed. Huang Zhigang, who had just been aggressively questioning his nephew, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Huang Qiang crawled out of the vegetable patch with difficulty. Just as he got up, he heard Huang Zhigang groan, waking up from the excruciating pain in his right arm.
Huang Zhigang didn’t know what had just happened. He habitually reached out his right hand, only to find it missing.
Huang Zhigang screamed in horror, the sound raspy due to the bone stuck in his throat. “My right hand? Where’s my right hand?”
Huang Qiang knew where his uncle’s right hand was, in his stomach!
His stomach churned with nausea. He frantically clawed at his throat, trying to force himself to vomit, his fingers almost tearing his throat apart. He even considered going to the hospital for gastric lavage, but he couldn’t vomit, no matter how hard he tried, it was like something was stuck in his throat.
Wu Heng finally finished eating, slowly putting down his chopsticks, as if finally catching up with his own pace. “Oh right, the secondary function of that mud pill is to induce vomiting.”
In the darkness, Wu Heng’s low voice sounded like the ultimate temptation. Huang Qiang’s eyes instantly turned red, his mind now consumed by the single thought of vomiting out the contents of his stomach!
Huang Qiang rushed to the stone table and grabbed the remaining half of the mud pill.
Just as he was about to stuff it into his mouth, Huang Zhigang rushed out from somewhere and grabbed his hand, trying to snatch the remaining half.
Huang Zhigang only had vague memories of what had just happened, but subconsciously, he felt that the half pill had prevented him from passing out from blood loss. Besides, the pill was originally meant for him!
“Uncle, don’t be so selfish, you already ate half, what’s wrong with me eating the other half?” Huang Qiang roared.
Huang Zhigang looked at his missing right arm in pain, angrily cursing his nephew. “Me, selfish? I made all your food videos for you!”
Huang Qiang, as if his sore spot had been hit, started fighting with Huang Zhigang over the half pill, shouting back, “I asked you to help me cook, did I ask you to hunt protected animals in the nature reserve? Give it to me! I need to vomit!”
The two fought fiercely, and perhaps due to the blood-stopping effect of the half pill, the one-armed uncle didn’t lose.
Ultimately, Huang Zhigang was more skilled, snatching the half pill and quickly swallowing it whole. Soon, Huang Zhigang clutched his throat, gagging and retching, and finally vomited out… a bloody bone.
He Yunxiao was dumbfounded. Wasn’t that a mud pill? It actually worked?
Wu Heng said slowly, “I told you, it would have been better to cut open his throat with a knife. He had to suffer a cut either way.”
[??? So… Brother Qiang’s delicious food was all made by Huang Zhigang? No wonder! No wonder! No wonder Brother Qiang stopped updating his food videos since his uncle fell ill. I initially thought it was because Huang Qiang was filial, but it was because his uncle couldn’t cook anymore!]
[Wuwuwuwu Shaman Doctor is amazing, did he know all along? It really was a bone stuck in his throat! Even an ultrasound couldn’t detect it, he’s so godly!]
[Just like the streamer said, it would have been better to agree to the surgery initially. Although both involved a cut, this one cost him an arm!]
[My world is crumbling, no character, no culinary skills, what was I even a fan of Huang Qiang for?]
All the netizens gradually realized that what made Wu Heng a “shaman doctor” was not just the “doctor” part but, more importantly, the mysterious “shaman” part.
Regardless of the bizarre events tonight, had Wu Heng cured Huang Zhigang’s swollen throat or not?
This was a true divine doctor!
The sound of police sirens, “Wee-ooh, wee-ooh,” pierced the night. Wu Heng simply said, “Burn the bone,” and ended the connection with Huang Qiang’s live stream.
Li Hao and his friends instantly became nervous. With Huang Zhigang’s follow-up consultation over, would he pick new patients?
If curing He Yunxiao’s snake fetus was a coincidence, then the bone stuck in Huang Zhigang’s throat being vomited out after taking a pill, could that be fake? Li Hao and his friends now firmly believed that only Wu Heng could cure their crawling ailment.
“What number are we in the queue?”
The friend with bleached yellow hair frowned. “It was number 12 earlier, now it’s suddenly 999+.”
Li Hao cursed, “It must be that bastard He Yunxiao, that vengeful animal.”
It really was He Yunxiao, using his administrator privileges. It wasn’t entirely out of revenge, he recognized Li Hao and his friends’ profile pictures and, recalling their previous attitude, figured they were here to cause trouble, so he lowered their ranking to the bottom.
Last time, Li Hao and his friends had been extremely arrogant, saying apologize? Never in their lives!
He Yunxiao thought for a moment and simply blacklisted them, wary of them creating new accounts or hiring trolls to cause trouble.
Now, not only were they 999+ in the queue, they were directly kicked out of the live stream, making Li Hao and his friends crawl around on the floor in frustration.
Li Hao’s face darkened. He gritted his teeth and sneered, “Blacklisting us? Don’t blame us for being ruthless! Buy new accounts!”
In less than two minutes, a large number of accounts with usernames like “Li Hao” and “Wang Dong” flooded into Chengde Medical Clinic’s live stream.
He Yunxiao immediately saw the barrage comment from Li Hao’s new account: [Wu Heng, He Yunxiao, this is what you forced us to do!]
He Yunxiao’s heart skipped a beat. It was over! Doctor Wu had given him control of the live stream, but on his first day, it was about to be filled with negativity because of Li Hao and his trolls.
How could he face Wu Heng?
The next moment—
A barrage of gift special effects flooded the screen, displaying a message in the largest font:
“Dad, we were wrong! Please save us!”
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