Chapter 20 Part 1
Wang Jun looked at the young man in surprise. With his smooth, inky black hair and fair, handsome features, he didn’t look like a street thug who would cause trouble.
Wang Jun and his colleagues were in plain clothes. After showing their IDs, they said sternly, “Wu Heng, we received a report that you are practicing medicine online without a license. Please come with us.”
Li Hao and his friends’ hearts sank. Something had happened after all!
He Yunxiao’s snake fetus incident involved a shamanic dance, their crawling problem was cured by Doctor Wu Heng with a feather duster, and even Huang Zhigang’s swollen throat, Wu Heng only claimed it was a mud pill.
But Fan Tutu’s case was different. Wu Heng had said in the live stream that he would prescribe medicine to be poured on her head. One report, and it was all over. They wondered if someone in the Fan family had betrayed them, the illness not yet cured and the doctor arrested.
“Officers, what’s wrong with our Xiao Heng? He’s not quite right in the head, you can’t hold it against a child with intellectual disabilities!” You Jin, not knowing what had happened, seeing the plainclothes police officers, quickly stepped forward to defend him.
“Also, Officer Wang, our Doctor Wu has been in the mountains collecting herbs for ten days now, with no news. Shouldn’t we send a search party?” You Jin added nervously, trying to change the subject.
“Don’t worry, Doctor Wu. He just needs to come with us.” Wang Jun and his colleagues didn’t explain further, only gesturing for Wu Heng to follow them.
The live stream was cut off, the screen turning black.
You Jin and the others chased after them out of Chengde Medical Clinic. Li Hao shouted from behind, “Doctor Wu Heng, don’t be afraid, you’re still a minor, at most, they’ll just give you a lecture and make you write a letter of guarantee, it’s not a big deal.”
They had experience with this.
You Jin stomped his feet anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan, crying out, “What? He has to write a letter of guarantee? Our Xiao Heng hasn’t even written a 200-word second-grade essay!”
Wasn’t this asking too much of Xiao Heng?!
Wu Heng: “…”
Brother You Jin, there was no need to be so dramatic.
Looking at their retreating figures, Li Hao said decisively, “Don’t worry, Brother You Jin, we’ll follow and see what happens.”
Nan Nuo village was remote, the nearest police station seven or eight kilometers away. The road from the village inevitably passed by the eastern side.
No one noticed the dry well at the eastern edge, now with a spring, where a small white snake was eating fast food, its two small horns raised as it stared intently at Wu Heng’s departing figure.
The little white snake burped, hissed, and headed towards Zhou Yi’s house.
With Wu Heng taken away by the police, the discussion forum on the Shark platform exploded.
[Were those plainclothes officers? He was really arrested! Watching him rise to fame, then watching him fall, what a pity, a two-million-follower account gone in just a few days.]
[Oh my god, who reported him? Fan Tutu’s illness hasn’t been cured yet, right? Isn’t this trying to kill her? So cruel.]
[I’ve disliked this online scammer for a long time. Practicing medicine without a license, why shouldn’t he be arrested? Who’s the hero who reported him, hehe.]
[Did anyone notice the patient the streamer connected with earlier? The old man who flashed past the camera was the former director of the largest tertiary hospital in Beijing… Maybe the live stream will be back.]
Fan Tu, with the strange, bright red plant and its withered, branch-like tendrils growing from her head, had been watered with Wu Heng’s medicine. She felt more energetic than she had in two months.
Not only was she feeling better, but looking in the mirror, she could even see that the bud on her head had opened a bit more, its condition improving.
She was looking forward to her follow-up consultation with Wu Heng, but the first thing she saw was this news.
Wu Heng had been live streaming, connected with a patient in a tertiary hospital who was picking her belly button, and before he could even ask about her condition, the police took him away, forcing the live stream to end!
Damn it, which bastard reported him?
What was she supposed to do now?
They didn’t have Wu Heng’s private contact information!
Fan Xuan quickly supported Fan Tu, trying to soothe her. “Sis, wait a bit, Doctor Wu Heng should be released soon. I’ll ask He Yunxiao for Doctor Wu’s contact information, and I’ll take you to see him offline, as long as he’s out there.”
Fan Tu was worried, Wu Heng was so good-looking, she hoped he wouldn’t go to jail because of her.
Looking at her confident younger brother, Fan Tu suddenly felt that although he was usually annoying, he was much more reliable than her boyfriend at critical moments.
If it weren’t for her future father-in-law being so kind and wealthy, she would have dumped him!
Wu Heng obediently got into the police car parked at the village entrance, admiring the scenery outside. The green mountains and clear waters were picturesque, no wonder Village Chief Zhou Dagui insisted on cooperating with the government to develop tourism, determined to lead the villagers to prosperity.
“You’re not scared at all,” Wang Jun chuckled from beside him.
People in their line of work were good judges of character. One look at Wu Heng, and he knew this wasn’t someone who frequently got into trouble with the law. It was rare to see someone so calm and composed in a police car.
Wu Heng turned to look at Wang Jun, who had a square face, thick eyebrows, and an air of righteousness. “Officer Wang, how about I take your pulse?”
The young officer in the front passenger seat chimed in, “Our Brother Wang is in perfect health.”
Since they had nothing else to do, and since Wu Heng did come from a medical background, Wang Jun extended his left hand.
“You have an old injury on your left waist that hasn’t fully healed, your knees will definitely ache at night in October,” Wu Heng said, barely touching his pulse before withdrawing his hand. “And your wisdom teeth will act up in seven days.”
Wang Jun froze, looking at Wu Heng intently.
This…this young man, truly deserving of having a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner grandfather, he actually got it right. The old injury on his left waist was from a knife wound he received while chasing a criminal. The pain in his knee joints was a result of years of wear and tear, only his family knew about it, but many police officers had similar problems, so it wasn’t hard to guess.
But the wisdom teeth… Wang Jun had never had a dental X-ray and, in his thirty-three years of life, had never experienced wisdom tooth pain. He had seen his colleagues suffer from it and secretly considered himself lucky not to have wisdom teeth. But it wasn’t that he didn’t have them, but that they would act up in seven days? What a coincidence!
Wang Jun pondered, suddenly understanding Wu Heng’s actions.
“Young man, you have some skills in Chinese medicine, why resort to online scams and practicing medicine without a license?”
If he had just given some health tips online, it would have been fine, but his live streams were getting increasingly bizarre! It was hard not to be reported.
Wu Heng didn’t answer, instead asking, “Do you have any paper money and coins?”
Their rural area wasn’t like the big cities where everyone used QR codes, many people still used cash. Wang Jun searched his pockets and took out a slightly crumpled 100 yuan bill and a one yuan coin.
Wu Heng took them, glanced at the serial number on the bill. “Not a bad number.”
Wu Heng placed the coin between the folded bill and quickly folded it into a triangle, pressing firmly so the coin could be felt inside.
After folding it, Wu Heng returned the 101 yuan to Wang Jun, who looked at him in surprise.
“Hasn’t your daughter had a fever for three days that won’t go away?”
Wang Jun was stunned, almost hitting his head on the car roof. How did Wu Heng know?
Their town was small, not many clinics, only Chengde Medical Clinic in Nan Nuo village. He trusted Old Doctor Wu’s medical skills, but he hadn’t returned from collecting herbs, and only You Jin, the apprentice, was at the clinic. The Wang family didn’t quite trust the apprentice’s skills and had taken their child to several clinics in town, but none were effective.
Wang Jun was certain he was meeting Wu Heng for the first time, how did he know? He subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror. His colleague in the passenger seat, catching his gaze, shook his head silently, indicating that he hadn’t revealed anything.
“You picked up something unclean during your mission, and your daughter, being young, was affected,” Wu Heng explained, ignoring Wang Jun’s changing expression. “Use this money for your daughter first. If she doesn’t get better, come find me for medicine in two days.”
Wang Jun, holding the folded money, joked, “Young man, you can also tell fortunes? Are you a fortune teller or a doctor?”
In the eyes of ordinary people, fortune tellers and doctors were completely different. The former were charlatans, while the latter were truly benevolent people saving lives.
Wu Heng: “Officer Wang, have you heard of the ‘Taisu Pulse’? Shaman doctors can diagnose a patient and, based on the changes in their pulse, predict their fortune and misfortune.”
Silence fell over the car, except for the wind outside.
Wang Jun and his colleagues had different expressions on their faces. Wu Heng was incredibly bold, actually daring to talk about such mystical things in front of them, police officers.
The young officer in the passenger seat secretly searched online. Holy crap, it actually existed.
“This money…”
Wu Heng was always patient with his patients. He explained, “You’re police officers, you carry a righteous aura, ordinary evil spirits can’t possess you, but they can cling to you. Those with weak qi at home are easily affected.”
“Paper money, besides carrying the righteous qi of the great man (Mao Zedong), also carries the yang energy of many people who have handled it.”
Coins were even more effective against evil spirits. Wrapping a coin in paper money and folding it into a triangle concentrated the yang energy, forming a small protective talisman, more effective than ordinary consecrated bracelets from temples.
Wang Jun swallowed, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Alright, thank you.
They had brought this young man to the police station to meet someone sent from above, intending to lecture him, make him write a 1,000-word letter of guarantee, and then release him. Now, they were the ones being lectured by Wu Heng.
The car stopped at the police station. Wu Heng got out and followed Wang Jun and his colleagues inside.
