A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 36p2

Chapter 36 Part 2

Lu Guoliang was covered in blood, his right ear a bloody mess, missing entirely, and blood-stained teeth, some with bits of gum still attached, scattered on the ground.

His mouth full of blood, he was still shouting and screaming incoherently. “You bitches, it’s your honor that I took a liking to you! You dare resist?! I’ll rape you if you resist!”

“Get out, all of you illusions, get out!”

“And you little beast! A police officer’s son?! Blocking my way, a police officer’s son deserves to die!”

“…”

Zhou Dagui was bewildered. A villager with a phone recording the scene said, “Village Chief, I was the first to see it. Oh my god, a madman came to our village!”

“This old man went crazy in Chengde Medical Clinic’s courtyard. First, he cut off his own ear with a knife, then he started cursing women and knocking out his own teeth. The police wouldn’t let us approach, afraid he might hurt us. Look at the recording.”

Zhou Dagui was stunned watching the short video.

Chengde Medical Clinic’s courtyard was spacious and empty at night, only a white candle burning by the flowerbed, and then this crazy old man in a Tang suit appeared out of nowhere and started causing trouble.

Zhou Dagui was furious. “Where’s our security? After this incident, how can we develop tourism next year?! Who would dare come here?!”

He wanted to kill that crazy old man. Damn it!

“Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng! Oh my, oh my god, is our Xiao Heng okay?” You Jin, having received the news, rushed over, still half-dressed, having lost a slipper along the way. He tried to enter the clinic but was stopped by the police.

Wu Heng came out, standing at the doorway, and reassured the worried You Jin, “Brother You Jin, don’t worry, I’m fine.”

You Jin glared at the still-raving Lu Guoliang, furious. “What’s wrong with this old man?! Scaring our Xiao Heng like this, I’ll fight him!”

The surrounding villagers nodded in agreement. Well said.

Doctor Wu’s grandson was a bit slow, he had just recovered, who would be responsible if he was scared silly again?

Especially the coffin bearers from before nodded emphatically. If it weren’t for Wu Heng’s talisman, they would have frozen to death.

“Was he speaking nonsense?” a villager asked, rubbing his goosebump-covered arms.

Grandma Lai, hidden in the crowd, narrowed her eyes, first glancing at Wu Heng, then said, “He’s not crazy, just bewildered.” (entranced)

Grandma Lai looked at Lu Guoliang. Wounds caused by such potent Yin qi, only a shaman doctor could alleviate the pain. This old man, before his death, would be constantly tormented by the Yin qi, suffering until his demise.

“Bewildered” was a local expression. The back mountain of Nan Nuo village was a forbidden zone, where miasma would appear at night, causing hallucinations.

As the villagers processed her words, they suddenly realized and took a step back in fear.

“So what he said earlier about killing people, killing a police officer’s son, raping and murdering girls, assaulting many women, was all true?”

Zhou Dagui slapped his thigh angrily. It was over, their tourism plan was ruined. After such a major incident, who would dare to visit their village?

Wang Jun gestured, and the police officers rushed forward.

As the handcuffs clicked shut, the mountains, the pit, and the countless women he had assaulted vanished like smoke.

Pain shot through his already weakened body, the excruciating pain in his right ear and mouth making Lu Guoliang roll around on the ground, screaming like a wild beast.

There wasn’t a single unblemished spot on his body.

Wu Heng fiddled with the light blue wristband, his face troubled. “Mr. Lu, I’ve already treated your illness, please don’t cause trouble, we’re just a small clinic.”

You Jin was furious. He just caused trouble, didn’t he? This old man was quite bold!

Lu Guoliang, restrained by two police officers, glared at Wu Heng, his eyes bloodshot, and cursed incoherently, “You little beast!”

A cold voice cut through the air. “Shut up.”

Lu Guoliang turned and saw the owner of that voice.

The young police officer who had arrested his brother back then, the one who had just handcuffed him, Liu Ziyang’s father – Liu Jianguo.

His nephew, Liu Hui, was also in the crowd, his expression numb.

What was going on?

Wasn’t his uncle on the verge of death?

Suddenly, as if experiencing a final burst of energy, he had put on his police uniform and, ignoring their attempts to stop him, rushed to Nan Nuo village overnight.

He initially thought his uncle was delirious, but look who he had caught?

Lu Liang, the younger brother of the ringleader who escaped during the nationwide cultural relic smuggling case.

Thirty years later, this man had become a renowned antique collector in Southeast Asia, living a life of luxury. How ironic!

Liu Hui shouted, “Old man, tell me where you hid my cousin Yang Yang!”

Even if he was just a beggar, if his uncle could see him one last time before dying, he would leave this world without regrets.

Liu Hui prayed that what Lu Guoliang said earlier was just nonsense.

Lu Guoliang was in so much pain he could barely speak, let alone answer.

Liu Jianguo’s straight back bent slightly. He clutched the urn and the small metal box containing the bloodstained towel, looked at Liu Ziyang comforting him with a gentle pat, and choked back a sob. “Dad is taking Yang Yang home.”

Wu Heng, holding the white candle from the flowerbed, looked at the women and said silently, “Go back.”

Wu Heng blew out the candle, and Wang Mei and the others felt their vision darken, returning to their own worlds as if waking from a dream.

Wu Heng turned around and handed the white candle to Liu Jianguo. “Use this for light.”

Liu Jianguo’s eyes reddened. He took out a thick, old-fashioned envelope from his pocket and handed it to Wu Heng with a trembling hand. “Your consultation fee, Doctor.”

Wu Heng paused, then took the envelope.

The police station in Hezipo Town took this matter seriously. Lu Guoliang was temporarily in their custody, he needed to be taken to the hospital, his injuries treated, they couldn’t let him die.

Liu Jianguo, being a senior officer from another province, was accompanied by Wang Jun and a few other officers, this was probably another major case.

Liu Jianguo looked at Liu Ziyang, happily skipping ahead, just like when he was alive, always leading the way for him and his wife.

Liu Ziyang, touching his left ear, said to Wu Heng with a smile, ‘Brother Wu Heng, my real ear is prettier than the one you made. Dad kept my ear and teeth all this time.’

Wu Heng looked at the mole on the little ghost’s left ear and smiled, nodding.

They walked and walked, following Liu Ziyang into the quiet mountain forest.

The little white snake, waking up and hearing about the commotion, immediately rushed to Chengde Medical Clinic, only to find that the excitement was over.

Hearing that they had gone to the mountains, the little white snake slithered after them, wanting to see what was happening.

The rain earlier had made the path muddy and slippery. Liu Hui had to support Liu Jianguo several times as they walked towards a secluded spot on the south side of the mountain.

Seeing his uncle stop and take the shovel and hoe from Wang Jun—

Liu Hui, looking at the years of accumulated soil, felt his heart sink and said to Liu Jianguo, “Uncle, you direct, I’ll do the digging.”

Liu Jianguo shook his head and struck the ground with the shovel, turning over some soil.

His movements became increasingly careful, each swing of the hoe gentle. Then he suddenly dropped the tools and, although only fifty-eight, knelt by the pit like a frail old man and started digging with his bare hands.

Slowly, carefully.

Mud filled his fingernails, his fingers aching, but Liu Jianguo didn’t seem to notice.

Lu Liang must have been in a hurry back then, the pit wasn’t very deep. Liu Jianguo dug up a faded toy, a… rusty tin frog.

Yang Yang had loved it, carrying it everywhere.

His trembling fingers dug further, touching a small, white bone, the bone of a child.

Liu Jianguo collapsed to the ground, silent tears soaking his uniform.

Wang Jun and the others remained silent, watching.

Liu Jianguo carefully unearthed the bones and the child’s clothes.

He clearly remembered the clothes Yang Yang wore and the toy he carried that day he disappeared.

Liu Jianguo, already at death’s door, having borrowed a few more days from the underworld thanks to Wu Heng’s medicine, his final hope shattered, the spirit that kept him going finally gave way.

He slumped by the pit, his gaze fading, like a lone lamp about to be extinguished by a strong wind, his cracked lips murmuring, “Yang Yang, Dad finally found you.”

He had sworn to find his son, dead or alive.

If his child was gone, then he, as his father, would personally dig him out.

He had done it.

His sweet son was now beside him, his cold little hand holding his, comforting him.

What regrets could he possibly have now?

There was nothing to fear anymore.

His family was reunited.

Wu Heng, who had been following them, sighed, picked up the white candle, and gently struck the wick, a light flickering in the lonely night.

Liu Hui supported the weakened Liu Jianguo, crying and shouting, “Uncle, hold on! We found Cousin Yang Yang! We need to avenge him! You need to live and personally see that bastard executed!”

Liu Jianguo, holding the remains, gently patted Liu Hui’s arm and said, “I won’t live to see it, but… I trust the country, I trust the law.”

He knew his nephew would pursue justice, he could rest assured.

Wang Jun and the others had already called an ambulance.

Liu Jianguo vaguely saw a familiar figure, wearing the same white dress she wore when they first met, so beautiful he couldn’t look away.

‘Jiawen… are you here to take us home?’

Liu Ziyang stared at the beautiful woman, crying as he rushed towards her. ‘Mom! I miss you so much!’

The woman, drawn by the faint light, saw the small figure and burst into tears. ‘Yang Yang, why couldn’t I find you down there?’

Chen Jiawen had died before she was even thirty, believing she would be reunited with her Yang Yang after death. She had waited for thirty years at the Naihe Bridge, but he never appeared.

Chen Jiawen tightly hugged Liu Ziyang, seeing her husband lying on the ground, his consciousness fading, tears streaming down her face as she smiled. ‘So… so this is what you look like when you’re old? Still handsome, no wonder I fell for you at first sight.’

“Jiawen… Yang Yang…”

Liu Jianguo, being lifted onto a stretcher, reached out towards them with all his might.

The woman and the child each held one of his hands, smiling. ‘We’re taking Dad home together.’

They were finally reunited.

They would always be a happy family envied by others.

The road to the underworld was long, but they, a family of three, walked together, no longer alone.

When Yin Messenger Lai, carrying his lantern, rushed over, he saw a happy couple, a child smiling brightly between them.

Lai Jun had chased after them, this Chen Jiawen’s soul was supposed to reincarnate, but she had run away.

‘Why run? Countless lone ghosts are waiting for this opportunity! You have this privilege because you’re the family of a police officer.’

As Lai Jun spoke, he saw Wu Heng again.

Why was he always here?

They never met so frequently when they were alive in the same village.

Wu Heng wasn’t surprised to see the Yin messenger. “Send this family of three to reincarnate.”

Guiding the souls of police officers, firefighters, soldiers, and those who contributed to the country earned merit for Yin messengers.

Lai Jun took out a tablet from his lantern, checked it, and nodded. ‘Alright, I’ve booked slots 29, 30, and 31 for them, they can reincarnate after the seventh day at the earliest.’

A gust of Yin wind blew through the forest, the sound resembling the wails of lonely ghosts.

The Yin messenger sneered, ‘Mourning? He was a police officer who made significant contributions to society, they’re his family, they have priority, how can they be compared to you? If you’re not satisfied, ask the underworld authorities, not me, don’t want me to beat you up again.

Wu Heng glanced at his lantern, the number on it had changed to 322, a jump of over thirty ranks.

Probably because he took Zhao Li to report to the higher-ups last time, so he was promoted.

He would probably get another promotion tonight.

Wu Heng said, “By the way, throw this heart into the River of Forgetfulness.”

Lai Jun weighed the heart in his hand, even his grandmother couldn’t sculpt something so realistic.

It even had “Guo Jiang” and his birth date carved on it in seal script.

If Wu Heng was in the underworld, he could definitely become a prosthetist.

There were countless ghosts missing limbs in the underworld, Wu Heng could easily find a job and make a fortune.

Lai Jun glanced at the family of three, figuring that sending them on their way was enough merit for one night.

This was also thanks to Wu Heng.

Wu Heng, noticing his hesitation, asked, “Aren’t you leaving? Want some ingots?”

Lai Jun scoffed. He liked gold ingots, after all, money made the underworld go round, money could buy promotions, but that was all. What he really wanted was power!

‘They’re a police officer and his family, what do I need money for?’

Although he acted like a delinquent when he was alive, he had been taken to the police station for lectures a few times.

Lai Jun suddenly said, ‘Wu Heng, I’m already dead, you should understand the difference between life and death.’

Wu Heng: “…”

If it weren’t for the fact that Lai Jun was his designated guide, connected to him by fate, he wouldn’t bother with him. Building connections in the underworld was easy for him.

Seeing Wu Heng’s speechless expression, Lai Jun continued, ‘Don’t fall for me, I’m straight.’

Wu Heng was about to say “Me too…” when he suddenly clutched the light blue wristband, a tall figure flashing through his mind, and he fell silent.

He didn’t think sexual orientation was something to be so definitive about.

Seeing Lai Jun’s “I knew it” expression, Wu Heng’s face flushed slightly, and he said, “Get lost.”

The little white snake, covered in mud and grass, emerged, excited upon seeing him. ‘Wu Heng, I heard you…’

Wu Heng: “You get lost too.”