Chapter 42 Part 1
That was three hundred thousand yuan a month, not including bonuses, year-end bonuses, and other benefits!
With this money, he could open a branch of his father’s clinic in the provincial capital for his retirement, and Xiao Heng, now mentally sound, might want to get married and have children in the future, which would require a large sum of money. Thinking about it, he should earn more while he had the chance.
Besides, he didn’t need to feel pressured about the raise, it could be considered compensation for the Shi family borrowing his son’s choker.
Thinking this, Wu Su smiled. “Thank you, Young Master, for considering our family’s financial situation, I do need to save up for my son’s marriage fund. I’ll continue working then.”
Shi Xuan: “? What fund?”
Wu Su, seeing Shi Xuan’s puzzled look, chuckled inwardly. These high school students were still too young to understand the expenses of marriage. He had to prepare in advance.
“But will Mr. Shi agree to the raise?” Steward Wu asked the crucial question.
Shi Xuan said casually, “Don’t worry, if he doesn’t agree, I’ll cover the difference.”
Wu Su looked at Shi Xuan, surprised. Where did he get so much money? And why was he willing to pay out of his own pocket just to keep him as a steward?
As far as he knew, Shi Xuan hated that choker around his neck.
Shi Xuan added, “I earned some money, enough to cover your salary.”
Mr. Shi gave Shi Xuan an allowance, but it was just enough to keep him dependent, preventing him from leaving his control.
Shi Xuan wasn’t interested in spending money, so he had accumulated a considerable sum.
After Lu Guoliang’s incident, Shi Xuan immediately sensed an opportunity and shorted his company’s stock, making a fortune.
Thinking about it, he should thank Wu Heng.
Shi Xuan checked his watch. “Steward Wu, it’s getting late, I need to go to school.”
Wu Su stepped back, watching the car leave the Shi residence.
Why did the young master suddenly start using formal language with him?
When Shi Xuan arrived at his classroom, silence fell, and his classmates instinctively distanced themselves. Shi Xuan was used to it and sat in his usual single seat at the back by the window.
Most of the students in this high school were from wealthy families. Some were showing off their new shoes.
“They’re really nice, very comfortable.”
Li Hao, sneezing continuously, went over to He Yunxiao and looked at his feet. “Weren’t you bragging last night about getting the shoes and even ordering a pair for Doctor Wu? Why aren’t you wearing them? Achoo—”
Li Hao and his friends were unlucky, their fingers not fast enough to snag a pair, so they pre-ordered for the second batch and were now sneezing nonstop.
He Yunxiao moved away from Li Hao in disgust, lowering his voice, “Doctor Wu told me not to wear them. Stay away from me, is this the flu? Get lost, don’t infect me.”
He didn’t know why, but he obeyed Wu Heng’s instructions without question.
Li Hao cursed, “Bullshit, I just slept uncomfortably in a new place, caught a cold.”
He had inexplicably woken up on the floor, that must have been when he caught a cold. He asked Wang Dong and the others, they had all caught colds the same way.
The classroom was noisy. Soon, their homeroom teacher arrived, and they quickly returned to their seats, preparing for morning reading.
Wu Heng couldn’t experience the joys of morning reading.
He could only hear Yang Xing’s hysterical roars and shouts.
‘You idiot! Six times eight is forty-eight, why fifty-four?! I’ll catch you and roast you for lunch!’
‘Are you sick?! You don’t know how to use your fingers for two-digit addition and subtraction?! No fingers? Pluck off your scales, I’ll pluck off every single one!’
‘…’
Wu Heng silently watched, even someone with the best temper would be driven mad by tutoring elementary school students, let alone a naturally short-tempered ghost.
Yang Xing kicked the little white snake, which was trying to pick a fight, not touching the little gray snake, then turned to Wu Heng and asked, ‘I don’t want to tutor these intellectually challenged creatures anymore. Do you want to study? I’ll teach you college entrance exam material, your IQ isn’t low.’
“I’ll teach you how to shapeshift into branches later,” Wu Heng said, petting the little gray snake, then checking the time, he added, “Sure.”
Having never attended school, it was difficult for the local high school to admit him, but he could certainly try taking the college entrance exam.
Zhou Yi wasn’t participating, busy packaging the mosquito repellent ointments, having already called a courier for the second batch, but he occasionally listened in on Yang Xing’s tutoring.
As it was almost noon, Wu Heng closed the textbook. Yang Xing, seeing this, sat on the doorstep with his book, sighing inwardly at Wu Heng not understanding the value of study time.
The little white snake said viciously, “Wu Heng, when are you sending him to reincarnate? Should I call Lai boy?”
It used to have the little ghost as its servant. Now, there was a studious ghost, incredibly fierce, not respecting seniority at all.
Wu Heng said, “Spirits lingering in the human world all have attachments. Even if guided by Yin messengers, they can’t cross the Naihe Bridge without resolving those attachments.”
The little white snake stomped its… non-existent… foot. “His attachment is going to university, where’s a university in the underworld for him?”
Xi Xi, slithering over, thought for a moment and said using her spirit snake voice transmission, ‘Should I have my grandparents and dad fund a university in the underworld?’
The little white snake: “…”
Funding a university, such high-class vocabulary. The young lady from Beijing was truly something.
Even if there were a university in the underworld, Yang Xing wouldn’t be the only student, Wu Heng smiled and said, “To be precise, his attachment is to his university acceptance letter.”
Wu Heng checked the time, confirming it was lunchtime, and started his live stream.
Being lunchtime, many office workers and students could watch. Within minutes, there were hundreds of thousands of viewers.
[The streamer is incredible! I thought that height-shrinking guy just had fluctuating height, turns out he was being stepped on by his roommate, what a bizarre illness!]
[Those who watched Sanshui Zhenren connect with Han Ye last night already know, right? Wu Heng is amazing, a foot bath actually revealed the cinnabar writing on his roommate’s soles!]
[So that foot bath can really make you taller? 155cm potato here, my eyes are wide! I need the recipe!]
[Speaking from experience, I was one of those who paid ten yuan for a foot bath at Han Ye’s foot massage parlor last night, I measured my height this morning, 183cm, no change, didn’t grow even half a centimeter.]
[Dude, your intentions are obvious, 183cm, a student at a 985 university in Beijing, just admit you’re trying to attract girls, haha. But it really doesn’t work?]
[Doesn’t work +1, but it does relieve fatigue. I’ve had insomnia for days, and I slept so well last night.]
The video of Han Ye and Yang Zhiyuan’s fight last night went viral, and their connection with Sanshui Zhenren was already public knowledge.
So, was Wu Heng exposed? Was the prescription useless? Or did it take time to work?
Wu Heng, ignoring the questions in the barrage comments, found Han Ye among the connection requests.
He had even changed his username to “Han Ye (Follow-up)” and purchased VIP status, very easy to spot.
Wu Heng connected with Han Ye, and the tearful, sobbing young man appeared on screen.
[Wow, so moved by the cure, what an emotional child.]
[? Why do I feel like he wasn’t cured? Did Wu Heng really fail?]
Many people were eagerly waiting for Wu Heng’s downfall, staring at Han Ye, waiting for his explanation.
Han Ye took out the tape measure and measured his height on camera. The number on the tape measure shocked everyone.
169cm!!
[Holy crap, not even 170cm?! In just a few days, this 180cm young man lost 10cm? Forget about finding a girlfriend, he’ll even have trouble finding a job!]
[Exactly, even security guards in my area need to be over 170cm! What’s going on with Wu Heng? He didn’t cure him? The condition worsened?]
[Don’t blame everything on Doctor Wu! Even tertiary hospitals couldn’t cure this!]
[He’s a shaman doctor, not a miracle worker, can you guys understand the medical profession? Doctors do their best!]
Han Ye, clutching his aching chest and sobbing, said, “Doctor Wu, please take a look, what’s going on? That foot bath you prescribed for my asshole roommate, it did reveal my name and birth date on his soles, but why am I still shrinking?!”
The netizens who were ready to celebrate Wu Heng’s failure were suddenly embarrassed.
What?
The patient knew all along that the foot bath was for his roommate, not for himself, so the height-increasing rumors were all made up by Han Ye, nothing to do with Wu Heng?
Han Ye panicked, “Can you examine me in person? I’ll buy a plane ticket to your village.”
He hadn’t wanted to worry his parents, but they saw the video online and called early this morning, saying they would come to Beijing to accompany him to the hospital.
Wu Heng shook his head. “No need, go back to your dorm now.”
Freshmen at Beijing Medical University were currently undergoing military training, but Han Ye, due to his unusual condition, had applied for a deferral until next year.
So, accompanied by Fan Xuan, Han Ye returned to his dorm.
As he entered, he saw Yang Zhiyuan and his other two roommates, just back from military training, trying on their new sneakers.
Seeing Han Ye, the two roommates immediately became awkward, explaining, “Han Ye, don’t misunderstand, the courier delivered them directly to the school’s pick-up station without calling, so we just picked them up and tried them on, we’ll return them.”
Han Ye sneered inwardly. A pair of brand-name sneakers could really sway people.
He had called the courier this morning and rejected the delivery, but these two, having only known each other for ten days, couldn’t resist the temptation of expensive shoes, which he understood.
Seeing Han Ye’s silence, one of them asked cautiously, looking at his height, “Are you feeling better?”
He seemed even shorter now?
The shortest in their dorm.
Yang Zhiyuan, having had a falling out with Han Ye, didn’t greet him, instead going to the bathroom, filling a basin with hot water, sitting down, taking off his smelly socks, and submerging his feet, saying, “Military training all morning, I’ll soak my feet and rest for a bit.”
Seeing this, Han Ye exploded. “Tell me the truth, what did you do to me?! I’m only 169cm now!”
Yang Zhiyuan also became angry. “Are you blind? I felt bad about what I did, so I washed my feet with white vinegar as you asked, don’t push it!”
“You have a strange illness, you believed some online quack shaman doctor, he didn’t cure you, and now you’re blaming me?! I’ve been cursed because of your damn situation!”
Yang Zhiyuan raised his feet, practically shoving them in Han Ye’s face.
[Sanshui Zhenren has some skills. Washing his feet with white vinegar at 3 a.m. did remove the cinnabar, it’s really gone from his soles.]
[Yang Zhiyuan is probably doing this intentionally, showing Han Ye he’s not to blame, right? Poor guy.]
[So, is it a misdiagnosis after all? I feel like this had nothing to do with Yang Zhiyuan from the beginning. The name and birth date on his soles was disgusting, sure, but this is a materialistic world! And Han Ye is still shrinking, perhaps it’s a different illness, Wu Heng made a mistake.]
[Materialistic world? Didn’t you see He Yunxiao’s snake fetuses? And Wang Mei and those aunties’ soul-traveling group fight with Lu Guoliang?]
Netizens watching Yang Zhiyuan deliberately displaying his soles were confused.
What was going on here?
