A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 46p2

Chapter 46 Part 2

Li Hao and his friends chuckled, pointing at the young man in patched clothes examining the entrance. “Doctor Chen Zhao couldn’t afford rent, so he brought us here to broaden our horizons. Achoo—”

Chen Zhao, after spending a night at the Li residence, never wanted to return to his life under the bridge.

Autumn in Beijing was cold, and even his righteous qi couldn’t withstand it.

So he shamelessly stayed at the Li family’s house. Mr. Li, although thinking this Doctor Chen wasn’t as impressive as Doctor Wu, figured having a doctor around was useful.

Chen Zhao, looking up at a pillar, murmured, “This is actually real gold, holy moly.”

“Doctor Wu, we keep sneezing, do we have the flu?” Li Hao asked, rubbing his nose.

Wu Heng looked at their simple, almost foolish faces, wanting to say something, but stopping himself. Hadn’t he told them not to rent a place facing west?

“Here, extend your hands, I’ll write a secret character for each of you,” Wu Heng said, this was a technique from Zhu Youshu (medical chanting).

They eagerly extended their hands, receiving a character each. Their stuffy noses instantly cleared.

Wang Dong, smirking at He Yunxiao in the distance, whispered to Li Hao, “Brother Hao, we have secret characters written by Doctor Wu, but He Yunxiao doesn’t, hehe.”

The group entered the building, laughing.

Wu Heng, noticing the color of Chen Zhao’s invitation, asked, “Why is yours copper too?”

Chen Zhao replied, “Intern Taoist doctors and little shaman doctors aren’t highly regarded here. We’re just here to collect the 500 yuan participation fee.”

Wu Heng asked the staff if he could live stream, and after receiving confirmation, he took out his phone and started streaming.

[A symposium on difficult and complicated diseases… our Heng Bao can participate in such events now? So impressive.]

[Wu Heng’s seat is at the back. This must be a conference full of big shots.]
[For his age, even being able to attend this event is remarkable! Listen more, observe more, learn more.]

[? Why are there Taoist priests and Buddhist monks? Isn’t this a medical conference?]

[Isn’t Wu Heng a Taoist doctor too? Might as well try everything.]

The host gave a grandiose opening speech, then, his voice rising slightly, announced, “Thank you, Mr. Zhao Qingyun, for gracing us with your presence and your contributions to the medical field.”

An elderly man in a wheelchair was pushed onto the stage, waving weakly.

[Mr. Zhao is a renowned philanthropist. See? You reap what you sow, good people are rewarded with longevity.]
[Mr. Zhao is ninety years old, right? He looks so spirited, may he live to be a hundred!]
[I have a feeling that this symposium on difficult diseases is actually all about Mr. Zhao, everyone is here to diagnose him.]
[Aaaaaa, Heng Bao, seize this opportunity! If you cure Mr. Zhao, you’ll make a fortune!]

Xi Xi, peeking out from Wu Heng’s right sleeve, stared at the old man on stage, its tongue flicking, “Godfather, I sense a faint black qi around him.”

The little white snake poked its head out of Wu Heng’s left sleeve, sniffed the air, and said dryly, ‘Xi Xi is always right.’

Wu Heng chuckled, “How is she right?”

The little white snake: ‘…’

Wu Heng, looking at He Yunxiao nearby, figured even if Da Bai went to the He family’s house as a security guard, it would be rejected.

The practitioners in the front rows took turns examining Mr. Zhao, one even demonstrating the “hanging thread pulse diagnosis” (a technique supposedly allowing pulse-taking from a distance).

Much ado about nothing.

Chen Zhao, holding his number, excitedly went up for his turn, and less than five minutes later, he returned, five crisp hundred-yuan bills in hand.

This scene made the overworked netizens in the live stream green with envy.

[Knowledge is power! Taking a pulse for five minutes, not even saying anything, and earning 500 yuan?!]

[I should have studied medicine! I can’t even earn 500 yuan in three days!]

[Medical professionals here, you’re all overthinking it.]

[Office workers shedding tears of envy, I’m so broke I want to sell my blood.]

Chen Zhao happily pocketed the money, grabbing some snacks and stuffing them into his pockets, saying, “Mr. Zhao, for his age (80-90 years old), is in excellent health. No major problems, just organ degeneration.”

“Humans, like planmts and animals in nature, have their seasons, a time to bloom and a time to wither. When the time comes, we should accept it naturally.”

[That’s true, but I still hope the old man can live for a few more years. True philanthropists like him are rare.]
[Yes, he’s a good person. My daughter has leukemia, and I couldn’t afford the treatment. It was Mr. Zhao’s charity that donated the money.]

As they spoke, a video of Mr. Zhao played on the large screen.

It showed Mr. Zhao personally visiting patients in the hospital with donations, the parents of the patients crying gratefully, “Thank you, Mr. Zhao! If this can cure our daughter, I’m willing to give up ten years of my life!”

They even knelt and kowtowed.

The video editor was clearly skilled, each scene touching the hearts of the netizens.

“Young Doctor Wu, would you like to take a look?” a staff member asked Wu Heng politely.

Wu Heng nodded and walked onto the stage.

Many of his colleagues looked at him with curiosity.

This Taoist doctor, for publicity, claimed to be a practitioner of ancient shamanic medicine. Judging by the video clips online, there was some exaggeration, but he must have some real skills.

Wu Heng sat beside the elderly man, took his pulse, and asked, “How long do you want to live, old man?”

The audience was stunned, but Mr. Zhao simply smiled at Wu Heng kindly, like looking at his own grandson, “Can I live as long as I want?”

Wu Heng said, “Immortality is a scam. The first victim, Emperor Qin Shi Huang, is still buried underground. Mr. Zhao, you’ve downloaded the anti-fraud app, right?”

Mr. Zhao chuckled at Wu Heng’s joke, “I just want to see my great-grandchild born.”

“The more family I have, the more I have to live for.”

Wu Heng smiled. Indeed, human greed was boundless. Wanting to see their grandchildren, then wanting to see them grow up, get married, have children, and then great-grandchildren.

Desire never ceased.

Wu Heng smiled, “That’s enough, you were only meant to live to seventy.”

Mr. Zhao’s expression changed slightly, and he gestured for the staff to escort Wu Heng off the stage.

Chen Zhao, seeing Wu Heng receive a stack of cash from the staff, was stunned. “Doctor Wu, you only said three sentences up there, why did you get so much?”

Chen Zhao got five hundred, but Wu Heng got five thousand!

Who was the intern, and who was the certified Taoist doctor here? Had he taken the exam for nothing?

[Five thousand! Heng Bao said three sentences and earned five thousand… and they weren’t even anything special?! This Mr. Zhao is a true philanthropist.]

[Let me go up there! I’ll perform stand-up comedy, I only need a thousand yuan.]

[What does he mean, ‘only meant to live to seventy’? Heaven is fair after all, good deeds are rewarded with longevity.]

[I see, Heng Heng means that Mr. Zhao was only supposed to live to seventy, but his good deeds extended his lifespan.]

Wu Heng, seeing Chen Zhao’s crestfallen expression, offered, “Fellow Daoist Chen, do me a favor, and this five thousand is yours.”

Chen Zhao looked at Wu Heng suspiciously, then, upon hearing the request, exclaimed, “Holy crap, five thousand yuan for such a small task? I thought you would ask me to kill someone and bury the body!”

Wu Heng, finding this money tainted, didn’t want to keep it and stuffed the stack into Chen Zhao’s pocket.

Chen Zhao, beaming, immediately rushed out.

Less than ten minutes later, he returned with a young woman, but they didn’t attract much attention.

Xu Qian, clutching a nondescript backpack, hurried towards Wu Heng, who was sitting at the back, her voice anxious, “Doctor Wu, I have the two hundred thousand yuan, when can you treat my mother? She’s at the university apartment now.”

Xu Qian didn’t understand why Wu Heng sent her this location privately, but she came anyway.

If she wasn’t worried about something happening to her mother on the way, she would have brought her. Wang Lang and his wife had offered to take care of her and promised to call if anything happened.

The clever netizens in the live stream, seeing Xu Qian, instantly understood.

[I get it! I finally understand why Wu Heng asked her to prepare two hundred thousand! This place is filled with medical experts, if he can’t cure her, he can ask others for help!]
[Two hundred thousand as an entry fee, if it can cure her mother, it’s worth it!]
[I knew Heng Bao wasn’t greedy, and some people were saying he was corrupted by capitalism!]
[Yes, yes, yes! When I encounter difficult cases in the hospital, I’ll also call for backup, get a bunch of experts.]

Xu Qian, looking around at the many doctors, some even practitioners of metaphysics – she had vaguely heard of spirit mediums possessing people for healing – thought perhaps this two hundred thousand yuan was an opportunity Wu Heng gave her, a chance to meet renowned doctors.

Wu Heng pointed at the old man on stage. “Go, give him the two hundred thousand.”

Xu Qian’s eyes lit up, just as she suspected. As long as it could save her mother, even two million wouldn’t be too much.

Wu Heng added casually, “Go and return the money you owe for her life.”