Chapter 28 Part 2
Wu Heng turned to He Yunxiao, who was holding Xi Xi, finally looking away from the fawning little white snake, and explained Wang Qiang and the graduate student’s situation.
Chen Zhao, looking at the stack of money, belatedly realized – this was a hot potato.
He hadn’t even warmed it up yet, and he had to return it?
Wu Heng asked He Yunxiao to start the live stream, while he discussed medical techniques with Chen Zhao.
“Since that was taken by a spirit, we just need to reattach it with a Yin tool.”
Chen Zhao stared at Wu Heng in astonishment. His master had never taught him this method.
He couldn’t help but scrutinize Wu Heng. Was… was this really just an intern?
Before coming down from the mountain, Chen Zhao had watched Wu Heng’s viral live streams and didn’t think much of them.
Performing shamanic dances to exorcise evil was a basic skill for practitioners in this field. Wu Heng was just more graceful and captivating to the audience. The medicine that cured Huang Zhigang’s swollen throat was just a simple emetic, nothing special. His mosquito repellent ointment was indeed effective, but such things were often passed down through generations or sects, not necessarily developed by him.
But now, Wu Heng’s proposed treatment method forced Chen Zhao to take him seriously.
This… this must be an ancient, perhaps even primordial, shamanic technique.
He had called Wu Heng “senior” for the money earlier, perhaps… he was right.
Chen Zhao stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Senior’s method is indeed worth trying, but we don’t have the necessary tool. That would require a treasured artifact from a major sect, right?”
Wu Heng asked Li Hao to bring a needle and handed it to Shi Xuan, who was sitting quietly in a corner, almost inconspicuous.
Shi Xuan looked puzzled but took the needle.
In Shi Xuan’s hand, the needle rusted.
Everyone stared at Shi Xuan, dumbfounded, instinctively wanting to distance themselves.
So the rumors about Shi Xuan being creepy were true!
Chen Zhao stared at Shi Xuan, his eyes gleaming. If this guy handled needles every day, he could make a fortune!
[Huh? He’s really going to treat him? Then we can foresee the tragic future of the daughter-in-law…]
[Can we not deal with this family? If the son is cured, they’ll definitely force him to have a son.]
[That old woman is indeed despicable, but a doctor can’t choose his patients, right? Even criminals in prison have the right to medical treatment. Besides, that graduate student is truly innocent. No man wants to be a eunuch, right?]
[You wouldn’t say that if you were a woman in that family. Wu Heng is being too kind.]
Mrs. Wang, ignoring the fact that it was the Hungry Ghost Festival, had been glued to the Shark platform and immediately accepted the connection request.
Seeing the barrage comments flying past, she became annoyed. “What does our family’s business have to do with you? We want a grandson, what’s it to you?!”
Then, turning to glare at her pregnant daughter-in-law, she snarled, “If you had given birth to a boy, would I need to beg the doctor to treat A-Lang? You useless waste!”
Her daughter-in-law paled, not daring to retort, and hid behind her masked husband.
The graduate student, supporting his wife, also felt annoyed and retorted, “The baby’s gender is determined by the man, which is me. Mom, are you calling me useless?”
Mrs. Wang didn’t understand what he meant by “gender determined by the man.” The baby came out of the woman’s belly, wasn’t that the woman’s business?
Unable to argue with her son, Mrs. Wang looked at Wu Heng pleadingly.
As long as her son was cured and could have a grandson in the future, she could endure any insults.
Chen Zhao scratched his head, realizing that five thousand yuan wasn’t easy to earn. He thought for a moment. “We still need something for suturing, should I go buy some yarn?”
Could yarn, after passing through Young Master Shi’s hands, still be used? Chen Zhao wasn’t sure.
He could endure being called a quack, but he had to earn this money.
Wu Heng smiled. “Why go outside? I have some here.”
When Wu Heng took out the item, everyone was stunned.
[This… isn’t this the spider silk from the patient at the tertiary hospital?!]
[Holy crap, so Wu Heng had already planned this? That’s why he wanted to collect the spider silk?]
[I was wondering why Doctor Wu wanted it. I thought such an unclean thing should be burnt, but he collected it! He knew all along! Amazing, my Doctor Wu.]
Chen Zhao stammered, “Do I… have to pay for it?”
Wu Heng: “Is there such a thing as a free lunch in this world?”
Chen Zhao almost cried. He knew there was no such thing as earning five thousand yuan so easily!
No wonder his master said the outside world was full of traps he couldn’t handle. He wanted to go back to the Xuanmen!
Seeing Chen Zhao’s crestfallen expression, Wu Heng stopped joking. “Just recycling medical waste, what’s there to pay for?”
Shi Xuan glanced at them. Wu Heng joked with other people? He had never joked with him. And he had known Chen Zhao for even less time.
Chen Zhao couldn’t help but ask, “Senior, since you’ve prepared everything, shouldn’t you have a foolproof plan? Why call me?” Giving him money for nothing?
Wu Heng said, “I’m just an intern, you’re a certified Taoist doctor, how can I compare to you? I’ll assist you.”
If he did it himself, there wouldn’t be any other issues, and that wouldn’t do.
His words sounded nice, but Chen Zhao felt something was off. Wu Heng’s methods didn’t seem like those of a low-level intern. And assisting him?
Chen Zhao felt that perhaps only his master could be on equal footing with Wu Heng.
Wu Heng asked someone to bring a basin of well water for everyone to wash their hands.
The graduate student couldn’t help but ask, “Will it be very painful?”
Chen Zhao replied matter-of-factly, “Of course, my skills are limited. It’s possible that the pain will scatter your soul.”
Seeing the graduate student’s confusion, Chen Zhao, for the sake of five thousand yuan, patiently explained, “It means you’ll become an idiot.”
The graduate student’s face turned pale. “Then I don’t want the treatment, it’s fine as it is, I’m pretty good now.”
He was busy with his research, he didn’t really care about that kind of thing, and his wife was pregnant anyway. Besides, outwardly, he was the same as any other man.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang became agitated and shouted, “How can that be?! I’m still waiting for you to give me a grandson!”
[…Both of them are treated like baby-making tools.]
[This old woman wants a grandson so badly, why doesn’t she give birth herself?]
[If it were me, I might choose the same. I’d rather be celibate than an idiot.]
“It’s just a bit of pain, can’t you endure it?” Mrs. Wang scolded, exasperated. “If I could take the pain for you, I would!”
Wu Heng: “Then you do it.”
Everyone was stunned, staring at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng patiently explained, “A mother and son are connected by their hearts, just write both your birth dates on the same paper person.”
Chen Zhao’s jaw dropped. He… Wu Heng could actually take a pulse remotely using birth dates?!
All the Taoist doctors in the Xuanmen had watched the videos and concluded that Wu Heng was just using traditional Chinese medicine’s “look, listen, ask, and feel” method, combined with some fortune-telling based on birth dates, to diagnose He Yunxiao, not actually taking a remote pulse.
Turns out they were wrong, Wu Heng really could do it?!
The graduate student frowned, about to say something, but Mrs. Wang eagerly agreed.
As long as it was for her future grandson, she would do anything! Just a bit of pain? Easy!
But the pain was far beyond her imagination. As Chen Zhao clumsily sutured the paper person with a silver needle and spider silk, with each stitch—
Mrs. Wang screamed, collapsing to the ground in pain.
Excruciating pain shot through her body, from her limbs to the top of her head.
Wu Heng watched indifferently, standing behind Chen Zhao, one hand on his shoulder, softly instructing him on the suturing technique.
Chen Zhao’s initially wavering focus sharpened as Wu Heng’s hand rested on his shoulder, energy surging through him.
Thinking of the five thousand yuan, his hands moved swiftly.
Mrs. Wang’s cries of pain filled the courtyard, each scream from the depths of her soul, each stitch like a punishment from Heaven.
Chen Zhao wondered, even if he was unskilled, wouldn’t it be too much for the middle-aged woman to roll around on the ground in such pain with each stitch?
Mrs. Wang, drenched in sweat, wailed, “I can’t take it anymore, I… I don’t care if they have a grandson or granddaughter, stop, please stop…”
Wu Heng smiled faintly. “There’s no such thing as stopping halfway.”
Wu Heng softly said, “Continue.”
Chen Zhao: “…Yes, Senior.”
The young man in light blue ethnic clothing smiled faintly, that gentle smile and casual words sending chills down everyone’s spines.
This was indeed treating her son, but it was more like a punishment!
And it came from Wu Heng.
Not only the netizens in the live stream, but even He Yunxiao, Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the others present felt a chill.
Wu Heng was beautiful, kind, and even easy to talk to as a peer, but now they felt he was far more mysterious and ruthless than they had imagined.
Li Hao suddenly knelt before Shi Xuan, wailing, “Classmate Shi, we were just being jerks at school, we really didn’t do anything bad, just that one time we foolishly used the snake to scare you, just that one time. Please don’t blame us, we don’t want to be poked with needles!”
Wang Dong, Yellow Hair, and the others immediately followed suit, kneeling on the ground.
Was Wu Heng making an example of them? Probably.
Shi Xuan: “…Mm.”
Shi Xuan glanced at Wu Heng, the corners of his lips curving slightly.
The daughter-in-law, startled by her mother-in-law’s pain, was shielded by her husband, who covered her ears, preventing her from watching.
He himself felt a slight tingling sensation, like ants biting his fingers, slightly uncomfortable, but bearable.
But his mother was in so much pain…
[… I take back what I said about Wu Heng being kind, what a demon!]
[This isn’t acupuncture, this is divine retribution! I think Wu Heng is doing this on purpose, the old woman is getting what she deserves!]
[Give her a taste of soul-stirring pain hahaha, Heng Heng is awesome.]
[But if she endures it and her son is cured, won’t she still push for a grandson? A leopard can’t change its spots.]
Chen Zhao made the last stitch and cautiously asked Wu Heng, “Senior, I’m about to withdraw the needle.”
Wu Heng nodded, and Chen Zhao withdrew the needle after receiving permission.
Mrs. Wang lay limp on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to even get up, yet there were no visible injuries on her body. No one could find fault with Wu Heng.
The graduate student, releasing his wife, went to help his mother up, after all, she had endured the pain for him.
“He’s cured,” Wu Heng’s next words were a devastating blow. “But your son won’t be able to have children.”
Mrs. Wang wailed, unable to even utter the word “son” anymore, only glaring at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng explained, “Your son has a genetic condition that only affects male offspring, causing early death.”
He Yunxiao added, “Is that a genetic disease in modern medicine? I think some are carried by males, others by females. Hospitals can test for this.”
Mrs. Wang stared at Wu Heng blankly. Her dream of a grandson was shattered?
Mrs. Wang screamed, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
Wu Heng smiled faintly. “What do you think?”
