A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 45p1

Chapter 45 Part 1

Grandma Lai, hidden in the crowd, watched Wu Heng’s retreating figure with a mixture of admiration and complex emotions. This was the child her husband had brought back from the Nuo River all those years ago.

If it weren’t for Xiao Jun’s life, he shouldn’t have come into this world so early.

As Grandma Lai was thinking this, she noticed a shadowy figure under a large tree, difficult to see clearly in the daylight, dressed in white robes, carrying a guiding lantern, watching the events unfold.

Who else could it be but her deceased grandson?

With Yang Xing’s wish fulfilled, Wang Jun and his officers easily retrieved the skeleton that surfaced from the river.

Wu Heng said, “Cremate the remains and bury them.”

CEO Yang was dead, his son Yang Zhiyuan paralyzed, and the practitioner who hadn’t reached the end of his lifespan, the accomplice, became the scapegoat, the “temporary worker” who made a mistake, now arrested for engaging in superstitious activities. With Yang Xing’s wish fulfilled and his resentment dissipated, his remains could finally be cremated.

Officer Wang Jun nodded solemnly, his expression complex.

[Wow, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it, the skeleton just floated up like that.]

[I believe now, there really is such a thing as witchcraft! Doctor Wu is truly capable! The skeleton surfacing at this exact moment, it has to be metaphysics.]

[Hoping Student Yang’s academic pursuits are smooth in his next life. If you don’t mind, you can be reborn as my child, hehe, having such a genius child would be amazing.]

[Wu Heng is awesome, it seems Han Ye’s height is back to normal, he’s definitely taller than 168cm now!]

“Godfather, thank you for helping me reach 185cm! Since you have no descendants, I’ll be your half-son from now on. I’ll burn joss paper for you during festivals, remember to collect it.”

Han Ye, an emotional young man, squatted by the Nuo River with Yang Xing’s living nieces and nephews, burning joss paper, the ashes swirling.

Yang Xing hadn’t expected to gain a godson at the end of his afterlife. Clutching his acceptance letter contentedly, he said to Wu Heng, ‘Doctor Wu, tell my cheap godson I don’t need joss paper, just burn some books for me, that’s my spiritual sustenance.’

A true testament to his love for learning, Yang Xing, the studious ghost, forever a scholar!

Yang Xing then added cheerfully, ‘By the way, after studying for a while, it’s good to relax with some light reading. Burn some novels and comics too. I heard Zhou Yi’s female classmates excitedly discussing something called “Jinjiang pure love novels,” and also “high H” and “forced love,” something like that. They were very passionate, those must be contemporary literary masterpieces. Burn some for me too.’

Wu Heng: “…”

Really? Did he really need those?

Having been possessed by Yang Xing for a while, Zhou Yi knew his reading preferences and had brought a bag full of study materials, and under his parents’ hesitant gazes, borrowed Wu Heng’s white candle and burnt them.

Wu Heng then took off his dark blue cloth bag embroidered with lotuses and tossed it into the fire.

Too many books, a larger bag was needed for the journey to the underworld.

‘Are you done? If so, register here and prepare to return with me,’ Lai Jun, the Yin messenger, who had been waiting patiently, carrying his lantern, said.

Yang Xing loved the messenger bag Wu Heng gave him. It looked simple and small, yet it could hold all the books Zhou Yi and Han Ye burnt for him, and it wasn’t even heavy, very convenient.

Yang Xing quickly gave the Yin messenger his information, and Lai Jun registered him on his tablet.

‘By the way, what happened to Liu Ziyang and his family?’ Wu Heng, concerned about his former patients, asked in the language of the underworld.

Lai Jun sighed inwardly. Doctor Wu was making small talk, definitely his admirer! Otherwise, among so many Yin messengers in Hezipo Town, why would he always seek him out? Truly a deep love.

‘They were a police officer and his family, they had priority for reincarnation, they all reincarnated last night,’ Lai Jun tossed his tablet into his lantern and said to Yang Xing, ‘Alright, all done, let’s go.’

Yang Xing, following Lai Jun, called out, ‘Remember to burn some books for me every now and then, I want the pure love kind!’

The two figures walked into the cold breeze by the Nuo River, gradually disappearing.

The little white snake and the little gray snake had been watching from a tree branch. Seeing that grumpy scholar leave with its little brother, Lai Jun, the little white snake almost fell out of the tree from joy.

‘He’s gone, he’s finally gone! Xi Xi, does this mean we don’t have to do the math homework he assigned us anymore? Hahaha, this is amazing!’ the little white snake cheered.

Wu Heng hadn’t even finished elementary school himself. Since there was a scholar in the clinic, he simply made Yang Xing teach the two snakes, while he taught them minor spells.

Xi Xi: ‘…Seems like it.’

The officers placed the skeleton in a body bag, following protocol, they would still need to extract DNA from Yang Xing’s family for confirmation before cremation.

Officer Wang Jun announced to the watching villagers, “Everyone, please disperse.”

Wu Heng took one last look at the Nuo River, then, under the gazes of countless villagers, turned and walked towards home.

Just as he reached the village entrance, a postman on a bicycle called out to him, “Are you Doctor Wu Heng? This is your mail.”

Wu Heng took the package, opened it, and inside was a gilded invitation.

“Xiao Heng, an invitation to a symposium on difficult and complicated diseases in Beijing?” Zhou Yi also leaned closer, surprised.

Such high-profile medical conferences were usually only for renowned experts and professors, right?

Wu Heng shook his head, “This is just a symposium in name, actually, it’s for a certain VIP.”

Wu Heng remembered Chen Zhao mentioning a critically ill VIP in Beijing he wanted to treat for five hundred yuan.

Wu Heng looked at the copper-colored invitation and smiled faintly.

Invitations also had different levels: gold, silver, and copper.

He, a streamer shaman doctor with only an intern certificate, would naturally only receive a copper-level invitation.

“Doctor Wu, are you going? We can take a plane back to Beijing together,” Han Ye, still feeling a sense of loss for Yang Xing, asked eagerly.

Wu Heng declined, why take a plane when he could use the wells?

Besides… his good friend had taken the time to create that exam for him, he should go thank him personally.

“Alright then, Doctor Wu, I’ll go back myself,” Han Ye said good-naturedly. “The university, knowing about my situation, has arranged for me to switch to Fan Xuan’s dorm.”

Zhou Yi was curious, “There’s an empty bed in his dorm?”

Han Ye explained, “There was a super handsome school heartthrob in their dorm, but he moved out for some reason, so there’s an empty bed now.”

For a man to be acknowledged as a “school heartthrob,” Zhou Yi and the little white snake were curious, just how handsome was he?

“This senior is truly handsome, and his grades are also excellent. His only flaw is probably… he can’t swim, no matter how hard he tries.”

Apparently, Fan Xuan’s second-year physical education class was swimming this year, and that school heartthrob probably wanted to die.

Wu Heng smiled but didn’t comment.

Han Ye, being a freshman, had to return to school, so he left Nan Nuo village early the next morning.

Because of the new school year, Wu Heng spent his mornings and afternoons studying, asking Zhou Yi whenever he had questions, only streaming during lunch breaks or late at night.

As soon as he started his midday live stream, netizens, still engrossed in the Yang Shoe Company drama, flooded in.

[Doctor Wu, is Han Ye truly cured? Can you connect with him again and have him measure his height on camera? To shut down those trolls spreading rumors.]

[The Yang father and son, one dead, one paralyzed, was that your doing, Doctor Wu? So scary.]

[Requesting a connection, I also want a checkup.]

The comments were filled with all sorts of questions. Wu Heng quickly scanned them and said, “As the saying goes, ‘Whispers on earth are like thunder in heaven. A guilty conscience in a dark room is like lightning to divine eyes.’ Do good deeds, and Heaven will judge fairly.”

“Han Ye is moving dorms. I’ll connect with him when he’s free. Let’s connect with a new patient now.”

The camera shifted, revealing a cozy apartment, and a young woman on screen greeted him cheerfully, “Hello, Doctor Wu.”

Wu Heng, looking at her face, asked, “You’re not the patient, are you?”

The young woman immediately nodded, a hint of anxiety in her eyes, “It’s my mother.”

A frail voice came from off-screen. “No, I’m not seeing him, I don’t want to.”

Helpless, the young woman turned the camera towards her mother, who, seemingly unwilling to be filmed, immediately covered her face with the blanket, only her wrinkled hands visible.

[Isn’t this young woman under thirty? How can her mother’s hands be so old, like an eighty-year-old woman? A child born late in life?]
[Not necessarily, perhaps it’s due to illness?]
[Having children late in life is normal. My mother had me at forty-five. But avoiding medical treatment isn’t good, Auntie.]

[Wait a minute, doesn’t this young woman… look like the pretty counselor from the department next door?]

Wu Heng asked, “What’s the illness?”

Xu Qian quickly explained, “I’m a counselor at a university, the school provided me with an apartment, and I brought my mother to live with me a week ago. But my mother… suddenly aged rapidly!”

Recalling that scene made Xu Qian’s scalp tingle. “It was visible aging, her black hair turned completely white in just a minute, her skin became loose and wrinkled, she aged decades instantly.”

“My mother is only forty-five this year!”

This shocked everyone in the live stream.

[Forty-five? Those hands look forty-five? Nowadays, women in their forties take such good care of themselves, you can’t even tell their age.]

[The key point is aging decades instantly, isn’t this like Fan Tutu’s case? Someone planted a flower in her head?]
[Could it be progeria? I read that the symptoms include rapid aging.]

As if to prove her point, Xu Qian took out her other phone, opened her photo album, and showed a photo of her mother taken just a week ago, emphasizing, “This is an unedited photo.”

The middle-aged woman in the photo looked elegant and poised, posing in front of Tiananmen Square.

Her carefully drawn eyebrows showed she was someone who cared about her appearance.

Xu Qian, seeing her mother hiding under the blanket, said exasperatedly, “After this happened, I immediately took her to all the major hospitals in Beijing, but they couldn’t find anything wrong.”

She tried to pull the blanket away, coaxing her, “Mom, you’re sick, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Come out and let Doctor Wu Heng take a look, he’s very good at treating strange illnesses.”