Chapter 19
Inside the Fan family’s living room, a well-maintained middle-aged man scolded angrily, “Absurd! You’re being utterly absurd!”
“Tutu is so sick, and you’re not thinking of taking her to the hospital, instead listening to some online doctor! You call yourselves university students in this modern era, and Fan Xuan, you’re even a medical student, aren’t you ashamed?”
Fan Xuan, carrying a large pot of decocted medicine from the kitchen, placing the pot in a basin of cold water to cool it quickly, felt a twinge of embarrassment upon hearing this.
The speaker was Uncle Zhou from the Zhou family, close friends with the Fan family for generations. His sister, Fan Tu, was even the girlfriend of Uncle Zhou’s only son.
With Fan Tu’s sudden illness, Uncle Zhou had been running around for them, using his family connections to secure an appointment with a top specialist at a renowned hospital in Beijing.
Although Fan Xuan didn’t think much of Zhou Haotian, Uncle Zhou would indeed make a good father-in-law.
Fan Xuan explained, “Uncle Zhou, Brother Haotian, my sister’s situation is very special. Only that shaman doctor got it right. Hospitals in Beijing might not be able to cure her.”
Fan Xuan immediately took the Zhou father and son to Fan Tu’s bedroom. The girl was sleeping in the middle of the large bed, a strange, bright red plant growing from the top of her head. Even the well-traveled Mr. Zhou was startled by the sight.
Zhou Haotian stood by the bed, staring intently at the bud on Fan Tu’s head, his eyes flickering in the dimly lit room, the curtains drawn.
Seeing the father and son stunned, Fan Xuan, ignoring his future brother-in-law, shrugged and said to Mr. Zhou, “Uncle Zhou, now you understand why we trust that shaman doctor, right?”
Mr. Zhou frowned deeply, his brow furrowed.
Fan Xuan couldn’t help but think that Uncle Zhou looked quite handsome even when frowning. His sister, that superficial girl, had found Uncle Zhou refined and handsome, his younger photos captivating many girls. She believed that, according to genetics, his son probably wouldn’t be bad-looking either, so she agreed to meet Zhou Haotian, who was studying abroad.
Mr. Zhou, seeing the roots of the flower bud firmly embedded in Fan Tu’s scalp, still insisted stubbornly, “This, this is just a strange illness, she should go to a tertiary hospital for surgery.”
Surgery could solve any tumor.
Fan Xuan, as a medical student, knew better than Mr. Zhou that not all conditions were suitable for surgery, and not all “tumors” could be simply removed with a scalpel.
Moreover… Fan Xuan felt that someone had set his sister up, that it wasn’t so simple. Although Wu Heng was young and mysterious, even gossip channels couldn’t dig up his background, he subconsciously trusted Wu Heng, waiting for the follow-up consultation in two days.
Seeing that they couldn’t convince him, the father and son took their leave.
On their way home, they were still discussing Fan Tu’s condition.
Mr. Zhou stroked his chin, pondering. “Should I arrange for that specialist to come to T Province and examine Tutu? I’m afraid the Fan family, in their desperation, will seek help from some online doctor and delay her treatment.”
Mr. Zhou knew his son wasn’t much, just a second-generation rich kid coasting on his family’s wealth, while Fan Tu was a flower stuck in cow dung.
“Sure, Dad,” Zhou Haotian nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “I say we should report that online shaman doctor for practicing medicine without a license! I heard he’s still a minor, he definitely doesn’t have a license.”
Mr. Zhou frowned again and scolded, “You idiot, don’t do anything rash! Why report him now?”
Mr. Zhou naturally didn’t believe in online shaman doctors and agreed with his son that Wu Heng was a charlatan. But reporting him now would offend his future in-laws.
Zhou Haotian lowered his head, lost in thought. Seeing his son’s silence, Mr. Zhou softened his tone. “You’re just concerned about your girlfriend. Think things through before acting in the future.”
Zhou Haotian had matured a lot recently, even giving him, his father, a gift.
It was normal for him to be worried about his future wife. His own marriage wasn’t going smoothly, so he naturally hoped his son’s future marriage wouldn’t be the same.
However, Mr. Zhou became slightly interested in Wu Heng. After parting ways with his son, he downloaded the Shark platform and searched for Chengde Medical Clinic.
The Chengde Medical Clinic account now had two million followers, but only one video introducing the clinic had been posted.
Finding no specific information, Mr. Zhou yawned and was about to exit the app when he noticed a red border around Chengde Medical Clinic’s profile picture, indicating that he was currently live streaming.
He was actually live.
Wu Heng didn’t have a fixed streaming schedule; he streamed whenever he felt like it.
Mr. Zhou, having nothing else to do, clicked in, wanting to see what kind of online shaman doctor charlatan could fool Fan Tu and Fan Xuan, two university students.
The internet connection was laggy. When the live stream opened, the barrage comments were frantically discussing the flower growing out of Fan Tutu’s head.
[The streamer is truly amazing. I searched ancient texts and medical books all night and couldn’t find a single case of a flower growing out of someone’s head! This is the first case in history! If you cure this, you’ll go down in medical history.]
[I asked a metaphysics expert, and Tutu’s condition is definitely caused by evil spirits.]
[Two more days until we can see the flower bloom? Looking forward to it!]
[So many people are participating in the Beauty Well Water Challenge recently, but none of them have the same symptoms as Fan Tutu. Is she just unlucky?]
[Can the streamer connect with new patients?]
Mr. Zhou frowned as he read the barrage comments, too many bizarre remarks.
Not trusting proper tertiary hospitals, but believing in an unlicensed online shaman doctor? The internet was truly a diverse society.
Mr. Zhou lurked in the live stream silently.
Wu Heng said, “We’ll talk about Fan Tutu’s case later, let’s connect with new patients first.”
Hearing this, the live stream audience became excited. This shaman doctor’s new patient consultations were always impressive, all difficult and complicated cases.
He quickly connected with a netizen. The camera showed a hospital bed in the background, clearly in a hospital.
A woman in blue and white striped pajamas was lying on the bed, picking her belly button without any regard for her image.
[Ew… she’s on a live stream with hundreds of thousands of viewers, can’t she be more mindful of her image?]
[What’s wrong with her? Her belly button looks red and irritated.]
[Another one seeking help from the hospital. The hospital couldn’t solve this problem either? Disturbing.]
[The patient’s family also looks strange.]
“Doctor Wu Heng, we finally connected with you!” the patient’s family member cried excitedly.
Mr. Zhou, lurking in the live stream, frowned.
Suddenly, the camera shook, and he caught a glimpse of several figures flashing past. The phone’s volume was turned up to the maximum, and he could faintly hear an elderly voice telling the patient’s family, “Explain the patient’s condition first.”
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Mr. Zhou recognized the elderly man with gray hair standing to the side. He seemed to have seen him somewhere before.
His car stopped in the Zhou family’s private parking space. Mr. Zhou, holding his phone, watching the live stream, got out of the car and walked towards the villa.
The patient’s family member looked hesitant, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. “Her condition is…is…”
Mr. Zhou suddenly stopped, his expression changing.
“Wait, he seems to be…” He suddenly remembered who the old man who had flashed past the camera was. He was the former director of Beijing Hospital!
Mr. Zhou, forgetting about the live stream, immediately searched online. The photo he found matched the elderly man perfectly. It really was the former director!
The former director of a tertiary hospital secretly having a patient’s family connect with an online doctor! This…this…
As Mr. Zhou started to form a theory, a powerful voice suddenly boomed from the live stream, “You’re Shaman Doctor Wu Heng, right?”
Li Hao and his friends were still at the clinic, acting as handymen, diligently cleaning, occasionally looking at Wu Heng, who was live streaming in the corner, with admiration.
Li Hao had already contacted his father, who was arranging for a 5G base station to be built in Nan Nuo village overnight! So they hadn’t left yet.
To gain favor with Wu Heng, they were diligently running errands when they saw several tall figures enter the clinic and stand before Wu Heng, taking out their IDs and handing them over.
Wu Heng looked up at them and immediately recognized their identities, nodding. “I am Wu Heng.”
[?]
[What’s going on?]
[Holy crap, why is the screen black? Bad internet connection?]
Mr. Zhou stared at the black screen, cursing inwardly. Preoccupied with the live stream, he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. Just as he walked through his garden, he heard two gardeners chatting. “I’ve been watching those Beauty Well Water Transformation videos on short video platforms these past two days, they’re quite entertaining. I even want to film one myself.”
“Yeah, I heard that pouring a cup of cold water over your head makes flowers bloom, all handsome guys and beautiful women.”
The two gardeners chatted excitedly, swinging their watering hoses around. A stream of water suddenly shot towards Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou was startled and couldn’t dodge in time. The water jet sprayed him from head to toe, drenching him instantly.
The two gardeners were shocked, then, recognizing Mr. Zhou, they were stunned.
“Sir, you…you’re also filming the pouring water and growing flowers transformation video? You…you…”
Mr. Zhou was confused. What were they talking about?
The gardeners looked terrified, their fingers trembling as they pointed at Mr. Zhou’s head.
Sensing something was wrong, Mr. Zhou, ignoring his soaked clothes, reached up and touched his head, his hand moving towards the top.
There was a new protrusion on his usually flat head. He touched it and felt something like a plant stem, and further up, something like a flower bud.
That texture!
That shape!
It felt very similar to the thing on Fan Tu’s head.
No way?
So many people had filmed the Beauty Well Water Transformation video online, and none of them had suffered any consequences. Could he, a handsome middle-aged man in his forties, be affected too?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Mr. Zhou’s heart pounded in his chest. His face turned pale as he frantically tried to open the camera app on his phone to check, but before he could, he received a WeChat video call from Fan Xuan.
In the video, Fan Tu seemed to have just watered the flower bud on her head with the medicine, the bud glistening with water droplets, full of vitality.
Fan Tu, who had been sleeping, opened her eyes, looking refreshed, and greeted him. “Uncle Zhou, my brother just said you came to visit me. Don’t worry about me, Doctor Wu Heng is really amazing.”
Mr. Zhou: “!!!”
Of course, he wasn’t worried about Fan Tu now; he was worried about himself!
Mr. Zhou’s mind reeled. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his vision blurred, and he stumbled.
The gardeners cried out in alarm, “Sir!”
Ignoring their fear, they rushed forward to support Mr. Zhou.
Before passing out, Mr. Zhou gritted his teeth and uttered one sentence, “Quick! Quickly find Wu Heng for me!”
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