A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 40p2

Chapter 40 Part 2

Wu Heng wouldn’t refuse, knowing that Zhou Yi wouldn’t want to face his parents right now.

A healthy mind and body were essential for effective studying.

Too many parents didn’t understand this.

Mother Zhou, avoiding her son’s gaze, wiped her tears and whispered, “I’ll bring him some clothes and toiletries.”

Afraid of upsetting Zhou Yi further, the Zhou family left the clinic.

‘You don’t understand the importance of studying, burning books… Wait, what’s this?’ The shadow, initially cursing, stared at the stack of study materials beside it in surprise.

It was the same material Wu Heng burned with the white candle earlier!

Spirits couldn’t use things from the human world.

Humans didn’t even understand which joss paper was accepted in the underworld, let alone other offerings.

So, besides the few days it possessed Zhou Yi and had access to those precious books, it usually couldn’t even touch them, only enviously watching other children reading.

Ignoring its pain, the shadow rushed over and picked up the exam practice book, almost rolling on the ground in excitement. ‘I can actually touch it, my god!’

This shaman doctor had such abilities? Why didn’t he say so earlier?! Then it wouldn’t have cursed him.

The little white snake remarked, ‘A true love for learning.’

It wasn’t Zhou Yi’s parents who came to the clinic, but his grandfather, the village chief, afraid of upsetting their son.

Zhou Dagui, looking at the shadow, exclaimed, “Isn’t this that high school student from the neighboring village who went crazy decades ago? Yang… Yang Xing, wasn’t it?”

Their villages were built along the river, eighteen villages in total.

Zhou Dagui vaguely remembered that student, the pride of all eighteen villages back then, an exceptional student. Then he went crazy and disappeared. Turns out he jumped into the river and died.

Yang Xing immediately protested, ‘I took the college entrance exam, I was accepted into university, I’m a university student!

Zhou Dagui said, “I heard you never received your admission letter.”

The shadow’s Yin qi surged as it glared at Zhou Dagui.

Zhou Dagui wasn’t afraid of this ghost younger than himself and carried the things upstairs.

The advantage of living in the countryside was the spacious houses. Chengde Medical Clinic had several guest rooms.

Yang Xing, holding the study materials, muttered to himself, ‘I’m a university student! The postman must have just been late.’

‘How could I fail? I only got one simple multiple-choice question wrong, my estimated score was very high, I’m a university student… haha…’

Wu Heng, looking at Yang Xing engrossed in reading on the floor, didn’t chase him away, only reminding him not to touch the herbs.

He wasn’t a little ghost like Liu Ziyang, the child of a police officer. Touching those herbs would harm his soul.

Zhou Dagui entered the guest room and patted Zhou Yi’s shoulder. “A-Yi, get some rest, Grandpa only wants a healthy and happy grandson.”

What were grades compared to his grandson?

Zhou Yi’s eyes reddened as he watched his grandfather leave, then he saw the little white snake slither in, its tongue flicking, a mischievous glint in its eyes.

Zhou Yi had a bad feeling. “? Da Bai, what are you doing?”

The little white snake leaped into the air, its tail whipping Zhou Yi’s backside, sending him yelping.

The little white snake was overjoyed. “Revenge of the Dragon King, a week isn’t too late!”

“You kicked me, I’ll kick you!”

As Zhou Yi was chased around the guest room by the vengeful little white snake, sounds of… activity… soon came from upstairs.

Wu Heng was still downstairs. He locked the clinic door and checked the clock. It was past midnight.

A WeChat message from Fan Xuan.

[Fan Xuan: Doctor Wu, can you do a follow-up consultation? My junior is begging for one.]

Wu Heng didn’t go upstairs, sitting back at the consultation table and restarting the live stream.

[Why did Heng Heng suddenly end the stream earlier? Was there something we weren’t supposed to see?]

[Did he already help the ghost ascend? Was it not suitable for broadcast?]

[Shouldn’t Wu Heng be in school at his age? Still awake so late.]
[I heard he didn’t go to school. But with his current achievements, it doesn’t matter anymore.]
[As someone who’s been through it, I think he should still go to school.]

Wu Heng, seeing the barrage comments discussing whether he should go to school, realized people in this world valued education greatly, otherwise Zhou Yi wouldn’t have been pressured to the point of wanting to jump off a building.

His father had also hinted at whether he wanted to go to school. Wu Heng wasn’t interested in high school, but perhaps the college entrance exam was worth a try.

Ignoring the comments, Wu Heng clicked the flashing profile picture, accepting the connection request for the follow-up consultation.

Two familiar figures appeared on screen.

[Isn’t that Fan Tutu’s brother? The other guy… seems to be the one who had the personal checkup!]
[The one Wu Heng said was 179cm? Why is he almost crying? Did Doctor Wu get it right again?]
[I heard from Tutu that her brother is a student at Beijing Medical University, could these two be classmates?]

[Did he shrink again?]

The lights in the medical university dorms were always on, even past midnight.

Besides Fan Xuan, his three roommates were also there, excitedly greeting Wu Heng, “Teacher Wu.”

This was a teacher in their field!

Han Ye, seeing Wu Heng, burst into tears, “Teacher Wu, please save me!”

Han Ye knew that Fan Xuan, a second-year senior, had a private connection with Wu Heng, so he shamelessly befriended him and was currently in Fan Xuan’s dorm.

“My height really shrunk, I just measured, it’s only 177cm now.”

Han Ye was truly heartbroken, height was important, not just for dating, but also for future job prospects.

He was now only up to Fan Xuan’s ears, almost half a head shorter.

Han Ye took out his newest fashion accessory – a measuring tape – from his pocket.

He measured himself on camera.

Fan Xuan leaned closer. “176cm? Holy crap, you shrunk another centimeter?”

It took a long time to grow a centimeter, but he was shrinking at an alarming rate.

Han Ye was also shocked. “Really? 176cm? It was almost 177cm half an hour ago!”

The tape measure clearly showed 176cm.

[… He shrunk 4cm in just a few days? No wonder he’s begging for a follow-up consultation.]

[If it were me, I’d be on a plane to see Wu Heng immediately. Parents are so worried about their children’s height these days.]

[At least it’s not that part shrinking, otherwise that would be truly devastating.]

[What did the teachers at the medical university say? There should be many experts there.]

Han Ye had, of course, consulted with the professors, who found his condition unusual, but without any similar cases, they could only observe after the checkup.

Han Ye had no time to wait, if he waited any longer, he would be under 170cm.

Wu Heng said, “It’s past midnight, that’s why you shrunk.”

Han Ye was anxious, “Doctor Wu, how much will I shrink? How short will I become?”

He paused, then continued, “My dad is 172cm, my mom is 155cm. They’re both short, so they always paid attention to my height, I never lacked nutrition.”

“My family even had me take growth hormones for a while.”

“Is it because of this that my height is shrinking back to its natural level?”

Han Ye suspected his height was shrinking back to what he would have been without the growth hormones.

Wu Heng shook his head. “No.”

“Your height will keep shrinking, indefinitely.”

A chill ran down the spines of the netizens in the live stream.

Shrinking indefinitely, meaning… shrinking into a cracker?

The important thing now wasn’t his height, but whether he would even survive.

“Right now, it’s just your bones shrinking, which will eventually compress your internal organs. When your organs are compressed to the point they can no longer function, you understand.”

Han Ye swayed, his roommates quickly supporting him as he sat down, trembling.

“If what you say is true, Teacher, I only have a month left at most… I’ll…”

Wu Heng shook his head. “No, the shrinking will accelerate, you have half a month at most.”

Holy crap!

Hearing his own death sentence, Han Ye was stunned.

He just wanted a checkup to gain an advantage in the dating scene at school.

“What should I do? I don’t want to die, and such a painful way to die!” Han Ye wailed, his voice filled with desperation.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, why did he deserve such a cruel fate?

Fan Xuan, thinking of his shallow sister, asked, “Could someone be targeting you?”

Who knew?

Wu Heng said comfortingly, “I’ll give you a prescription for a foot bath. Follow the instructions, and try to do it before dawn.”

Han Ye was overjoyed. “Don’t worry, we can get Chinese medicine at school, I’ll definitely soak my feet before dawn!”

He would soak his feet until they rotted, if that’s what it took.

After Wu Heng ended the stream, Fan Xuan put an arm around Han Ye’s shoulder, smiling. “Feel better now? I told you, with Doctor Wu, everything will be fine. Just a foot bath. Don’t share the prescription with anyone.”

Han Ye wiped away his tears, smiling for the first time, then he saw the private message from Chengde Medical Clinic.

Wu Heng sent a picture of a handwritten prescription. Fan Xuan and the others, looking at the listed herbs, realized they weren’t rare, readily available at the school’s infirmary.

But…

Han Ye froze, staring at his phone, and exclaimed, “This… this foot bath isn’t for me, it’s for someone else?”

Wu Heng didn’t mention who.

What should he do?

[Chengde Medical Clinic: Follow your heart.]

Han Ye met the sympathetic gazes of his roommates, led by Fan Xuan, and, suppressing his tears, went to get the medicine with them.

The school was convenient. He got the herbs in just half an hour.

Han Ye returned to his dorm, carrying several bags of foot bath herbs, feeling dejected.

The lights in the dorm were still on, his roommates were waiting for him.

“We were watching the live stream. Didn’t he say he’d give you a prescription? Don’t worry too much,” one of his roommates said, patting his shoulder.

Another roommate, seeing his dejected expression, added, “Brother Yang said he’s giving us new shoes. I just ordered a pair for you, they’ll arrive tomorrow.”

Han Ye had heard of those shoes, a domestic brand but very expensive. His family was middle-class, he wouldn’t buy such shoes himself.

This new roommate, Yang Zhiyuan, seemed to be from a wealthy family, buying shoes for his roommates to build rapport.

Brother Yang, who was wearing headphones and playing games, took them off and asked, “Are you okay? I heard you shrunk a bit more, are you still a size 44?”

Han Ye nodded absentmindedly, his height had shrunk, but his shoe size remained the same for now.

Han Ye looked at the several bags of herbs, gritted his teeth, filled a basin with hot water, added a bag of herbs, and placed it before one of his roommates.

The roommate took a step back, startled. “Dude, what are you doing? I know you’re shorter now, but I’m straight, not into guys, please don’t do this, I’m scared.”

Han Ye, his voice filled with despair, “Don’t worry, bro, just giving you a foot bath.”

His roommate looked horrified. “That’s even scarier!”