A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 44p1

Chapter 44 Part 1

Yang Zhiyuan snatched his father’s admission ticket and compared it repeatedly, almost fainting from anger. He really did fill it out incorrectly! A wrong admission ticket number meant a zero score.

‘Dad, are you crazy?! How can you even get the admission ticket number wrong?! Why did you fill in that ghost’s number?! Other people have useless dads, why do I have a useless dad?!’

His dad, having been in a wheelchair for decades, didn’t care about the rest of his life, but what about him?! Their scores were combined, damn it!

Yang Zhiyuan was going crazy, his mind filled with the image of Han Ye gesturing at his waist and calling him “shorty.”

85cm, even first graders were taller than that!

Han Ye was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. ‘Wow, Yang Zhiyuan is still below me? Still so pathetic?’

There were only four examinees, two teams, two scores, and the sabotaged score was, as expected, just below Han Ye’s, not more, not less.

Han Ye’s shoulders shook with laughter. ‘Classmate Yang, you’ll always be beneath me, perhaps this is fate, don’t struggle.’

This was Yang Zhiyuan’s sore spot. He had always been below Han Ye all these years! He had consulted practitioners and spent so much money, all for nothing!

Yang Zhiyuan’s defenses crumbled, his mental breakdown complete, and he cried out in anguish, ‘Dad!’

A look of embarrassment flashed across Father Yang’s ghostly face. He had filled it out habitually, not paying much attention.

His face burning with shame, he snapped, ‘Who’s screwing over their child?! You’re the one who pulled this “stepping on a villain” stunt! Do you think I’ll clean up your mess?! You unfilial beast! I should have beaten you to death!’

Father Yang blamed Yang Zhiyuan for targeting his roommate, attracting the attention of this online shaman doctor, Wu Heng, and ruining their family business.

Father Yang immediately said, ‘I want to change my admission ticket number!’

Just correcting it would solve everything, wouldn’t it?

Principal Li slapped Father Yang’s hand away, scolding him, ‘Have you never taken the college entrance exam, or have you been living too comfortably for too long?! Changing your answers after the exam is considered cheating!’

Wu Heng glanced at him. “You think you can just change things as you please? You easily changed someone else’s life and future.”

Father Yang fell silent.

So Yang Zhiyuan watched in despair as the final scores were announced. Yang Xing and Han Ye, 185 points, ranked first. His father and him, 85 points, ranked second.

‘I don’t accept this! I don’t accept this! You forced us to take this exam! I don’t recognize this score! I want to go back! I want to wake up! Help!’ Yang Zhiyuan shrieked, backing away in terror.

His father being disabled was one thing, but what about him?! He didn’t want to be 85cm tall!

He had to escape, quickly!

Father Yang, seeing the shadow staring at him coldly, its resentment overflowing, didn’t dare to stay in the exam hall any longer. He tried to move his electric wheelchair to chase after his son but realized it was out of battery. He could only push it manually.

Damn it, move faster!

Han Ye watched as the father and son ran out of the exam hall and disappeared into the fog, then turned to Wu Heng. ‘Doctor Wu, they ran away.’

Wu Heng nodded. “I know.”

Seeing Wu Heng’s calm demeanor, Han Ye was reassured, then added, ‘Doctor Wu, don’t get your hands dirty because of us, just scaring them is enough.’

Han Ye had been skeptical about karma before, but now he truly believed it. If Wu Heng actually made Yang Zhiyuan 85cm tall based on his exam score, wouldn’t that be a sin too?

Just scaring them was enough. Seeing that father and son panic was satisfying.

Wu Heng said, “But the underworld actually recognizes this exam.”

Wu Heng’s eyes gleamed slightly. This exam was created by his good friend, Shi Xuan. He had just modified a few questions.

And the underworld actually acknowledged the results.

His friend, although shrouded in Yin qi, was quite useful sometimes. Wu Heng could see through everyone’s life and death, but not Shi Xuan’s, which was strangely exciting.

His childhood friend, what other surprises did he have in store for him?

Han Ye was shocked. ‘Huh? They actually recognize it?‘

Holy crap, netizens were saying Doctor Wu had connections in the underworld, it was actually true.

Han Ye thought of his own score and swallowed nervously. ‘So… I can really become a handsome 185cm man?’

A blessing in disguise?

Indeed, studying hard had its rewards.

Wu Heng took Han Ye’s hand, drew a secret character on his palm with his finger, and told him to hold it tightly, then handed him a packet of medicine. “Drink this after you wake up, and you’ll regain the height you lost. As for the extra 5cm, I’ll teach you how to grow later.”

Still slightly dazed, Han Ye clutched the medicine bag as Wu Heng gently pushed him out of the exam hall, his vision darkening as he lost consciousness.

Principal Li, after organizing the exam papers and handing them to Wu Heng, looked at the silent Yang Xing, patted his shoulder, and also left. He had things to do after waking up.

“I don’t accept this! I don’t accept this bullshit exam result! It’s fake, it’s all fake! I want to go back… I want to go back…”

Yang Zhiyuan rolled around in bed, his eyes closed, mumbling incoherently.

Suddenly, as if breaking free from shackles, he sat up abruptly, his body covered in cold sweat, soaking his pajamas.

The “stepping on a villain” incident had blown up online, and Yang Zhiyuan had rushed home that day, now resting at his house.

“That was just… a nightmare, right?” Yang Zhiyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice uncertain.

He cautiously touched his legs, the sensation strong.

A nightmare! That absurd underworld exam with his dad was just a dream, probably because he had just taken the college entrance exam, his mind still preoccupied with it.

Yang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and scoffed, “I knew that online shaman doctor couldn’t be that capable, making me only 85cm tall, what a joke.”

Startled by the nightmare, Yang Zhiyuan couldn’t fall back asleep and started scrolling through his phone.

Weibo’s trending topics were still #Yang’sNewShoesHideRoommate’sBirthDate# and #SteppingOnAVillain#.

Yang Zhiyuan sneered, the hype would die down in a few days, just had to wait, netizens had short memories.

He suddenly noticed a new trending topic: #YangXing’sConfession#. His heart sank.

The topic quickly climbed the ranks, soon exploding in popularity.

Yang Zhiyuan clicked on it. The top post was from his father’s Weibo account.

His father, over the years, had cultivated an inspirational persona and amassed a large following. He was one of the few middle-aged tycoons who actively used social media, regularly updating his Weibo, with tens of millions of followers.

Seeing the post from a few minutes ago, Yang Zhiyuan’s world turned dark, a chilling fear washing over him.

It was a short video of his father sitting at his desk, not speaking, his eyes closed as if dreaming, a pen in his hand, writing something.

But his father’s eyes were naturally small, so it wasn’t noticeable even when closed.

As Yang Zhiyuan saw what his father was writing, he panicked. It was the exact same questions from Paper A of the underworld exam!

He had meticulously written down how he stole Yang Xing from Hezipo Town’s acceptance letter and what he did to suppress the negative energy.

To get a perfect score and walk again, his father had answered truthfully, holding nothing back!

Now, here it was, word for word.

So, besides him and the examiner, now everyone online knew about the underworld exam?!

Yang Zhiyuan cursed, “What kind of underworld exam is this?! So unprofessional!”

The night owls on Weibo were shocked, the entire internet was buzzing.

[See, I told you staying up late would be rewarded with juicy gossip! Oh my god, what did he write?!]

[This is a confession! So the rumors online today were true?! The self-made tycoon I admired the most is actually a fraud who stole someone else’s life?!]

[My faith is shattered, I was just arguing with netizens this afternoon defending him, and now he’s confessed everything.]

[He’s in a wheelchair because of his sins, and he used that to create an inspirational persona?! I’m speechless.]

[Go to jail! The father stole someone’s life, indirectly causing his death, and the son cursed his roommate! Like father, like son!]

…

There was no need for speculation, Father Yang had written everything clearly, with specific details of time, place, and people involved. It wasn’t photoshopped either, the entire video showed him writing the confession.

“Dad, what are you doing?!” Yang Zhiyuan screamed, jumping out of bed and running to the study barefoot.

On the desk was his father’s freshly written confession!

“Hurry… push me faster!” Father Yang shuddered and opened his eyes, his son’s furious face filling his vision.

Father Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, muttering, “We’re back? Back from the exam hall? It was a dream, just a dream, right?”

He looked down and saw his confession, the ink still wet.

He scanned it quickly, his pupils constricting.

Why was what he wrote in the exam hall here? A chill ran down his spine.

Silence fell over the study, the two men, shivering, looked at each other, both seeing the lingering fear in each other’s eyes.

“85cm… eighty-five centimeters… I don’t want to be a dwarf!” Yang Zhiyuan was terrified and filled with regret.

If he had known the consequences, he would have never done it.

But it was done, Han Ye had been harmed, what should he do now?

“Run! Zhiyuan! I’ll arrange a flight, let’s go to Southeast Asia and hide!” Father Yang made a swift decision.

Ever since leaving the underworld exam hall, he had a strong feeling that history was about to repeat itself, the karmic retribution from years ago.

What his son did, adding someone’s birth date to the shoe insoles, based on Wu Heng’s words about there being no risk diversification, retribution was coming.

But as far as he knew, the underworld only had jurisdiction within the country. If they followed Lu Guoliang’s example, not dying as Chinese citizens, there was still a chance!

So, run!