A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 47p1

Chapter 47 Part 1

It was as if fireworks exploded in her ears. Xu Qian stared at Wu Heng, dumbfounded.

Doctor Wu, what did you just say?

Money for life?

But medical fees, in a sense, were money for life. No hospital would treat you without payment.

Did he mean to give the money to the doctor? But Xu Qian wasn’t sure which doctor.

Seeing her clutching the backpack filled with cash, a confused look on her face, Wu Heng kindly pointed at Zhao Qingyun, the philanthropist surrounded by doctors, and said, “Him.”

Xu Qian was even more confused now.

Give the money to Mr. Zhao? Not to the doctors?

[??? What is this? Giving the “money for life” to Zhao Qingyun? Does Mr. Zhao even need this measly two hundred thousand?]
[Mr. Zhao has donated hundreds of millions to charity over the years. Giving him two hundred thousand? It’s like a beggar giving money to an emperor.]
[Our Heng Bao never does anything unreasonable, wait, could this “money for life” be literal?]
[What nonsense are you talking about? You can criticize anyone, but not Mr. Zhao! He’s donated real money to save lives. There was even a patient whose family wanted to return the five hundred thousand they received, but Mr. Zhao refused.]
[I remember that report, it was so touching, both the family and Mr. Zhao are good people.]

He Yunxiao, as the live stream administrator, was monitoring the comments and, seeing this discussion, had a vague recollection.

“It was two or three years ago, right? They received five hundred thousand in donations. The parents used the money to care for their sick daughter and, by selling steamed buns, managed to save up five hundred thousand in two years to repay Mr. Zhao, but he refused, saying the girl still needed money for recovery and supplements.”

Li Hao had also seen the news, smugly showing He Yunxiao the secret character on his palm, and said, “That family’s luck wasn’t good, I remember the girl’s parents passed away later?”

Black Hair added, “They woke up at 3 a.m. every day to make steamed buns, probably overworked, their bodies couldn’t handle it.”

This side conversation was a bit somber, they still didn’t quite understand what Wu Heng meant.

Seeing Xu Qian’s confused look, Wu Heng explained, “Transactions in the underworld are slow. There’s a seven-year no-questions-asked return and refund policy. Understand now?”

Xu Qian’s mind buzzed. Seven years, return and refund, money for life… she suddenly understood.

Seven years ago, she had suddenly fallen ill, and on the first day of hospitalization, the doctor had asked her mother to raise three hundred thousand yuan!

The two of them had always struggled financially. She had always been a recipient of financial aid at school, how could her mother possibly raise so much money?

Her mother had shamelessly begged their relatives, kowtowing countless times, and she still remembered her mother visiting her with chicken soup, her forehead bruised and swollen.

When she asked, her mother had said she accidentally fell.

Xu Qian wasn’t a child! “I’m not getting treatment!”

She heard that her mother only managed to borrow one hundred thousand, where would she get the remaining two hundred thousand? Who would lend money to them, a single mother and daughter with no income?

Lying weakly in the hospital bed, Xu Qian pleaded, “Mom, please, let’s not do this. I always feel you’ll be better off without me.”

Without her, her mother’s earnings would be enough. Without her as a burden, her young and beautiful mother could find a good man. Without her, her mother wouldn’t have to lower herself and beg others.

Without her…

“Without you, Mom will never be happy again,” her mother had sobbed, covering her face, “Don’t worry, Qian Qian, Mom will get the money.”

Even if it meant selling her blood.

Three days later, her mother had somehow managed to raise three hundred thousand yuan. Xu Qian, after repeated questioning, learned that it was donated by a kind-hearted philanthropist, Mr. Zhao.

“Money for life… that was the money my mom paid for my life?” Xu Qian muttered blankly.

She had always thought that kind-hearted Mr. Zhao was her savior, the one who gave her a second chance at life, but was it actually her mother all along?

[??? Holy crap, don’t scare me! Does this mean Xiao Xu’s mother’s rapid aging is because she sold years of her life to Mr. Zhao?! That money wasn’t charity, it was a transaction?!]

[Doctor Wu, don’t be so reckless! If Mr. Zhao’s reputation is damaged, he’ll sue you! His legal team is not to be trifled with.]

[So, not charity, but a deal?]

The netizens in the live stream were in an uproar. This was beyond their imagination.

“Seven-year no-questions-asked return and refund,” Xu Qian muttered, a sudden realization hitting her. “I remember now, the day after tomorrow is the seven-year anniversary of my mother receiving that two hundred thousand!”

Wu Heng had demanded she prepare two hundred thousand within three days, which coincided with that date.

If they missed the refund deadline… Xu Qian’s heart sank as she whispered, “Mom…”

Without hesitation, Xu Qian rushed towards the stage with her backpack full of cash.

She knew these were all influential figures, she might have already offended them by connecting with Wu Heng, but that was her mother, the woman who gave birth to her, raised her, and gave her a second chance at life.

She just wanted her mother to be okay.

As she approached, the doctors were still in a heated discussion. One doctor suggested, “There’s a new anti-aging injection from overseas, eight hundred eighty thousand yuan per shot, one injection every three days. Mr. Zhao, would you like to try it?”

Zhao Qingyun had heard of these injections. They were popular among the wealthy, reportedly very effective, but it was still something injected into the body, not entirely safe.

At that moment, a young woman’s voice, filled with complex emotions, said, “Mr. Zhao, here’s your two hundred thousand yuan.”

Zhao Qingyun didn’t recognize the young woman, figuring she must be one of the countless people he had helped.

He looked at her kindly, like looking at his own granddaughter. “There’s no need to return it, I never expect repayment when I donate to charity.”

He was giving, not lending.

Xu Qian looked at the kind-faced old man, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.

This wasn’t charity, this was a business transaction. And if it was a transaction, there was no need for her to be humble.

Xu Qian turned her backpack upside down, pouring the stacks of cash onto the floor, and said calmly, meeting Zhao Qingyun’s stunned gaze, “This is the money my mom paid for my life. I’m returning it now, please return my mother’s life.”

Zhao Qingyun’s grip on the armrest tightened, his eyes narrowing.

He immediately turned to Wu Heng, who was sitting at the back, calmly eating strawberry candies.

The netizens, still discussing in the live stream, suddenly realized they had lost their internet connection.

Li Hao and his friends checked their phones, also no signal. Clearly, the Zhao family had seen the news and cut off the internet access in the conference hall.

He Yunxiao exclaimed, “Isn’t this suspicious?”

He was a philanthropist, reputation was everything, if there were rumors about him buying lives, he should be trying to clarify, not cutting off the internet!

Li Hao turned to look at Shi Xuan, whose phone displayed the stock market trends, the page scrolling smoothly, although the dark mode made it look a bit eerie.

Li Hao asked, puzzled, “Hey, what brand is your phone? Why do you still have internet access?”

Shi Xuan ignored him, his slender fingers still operating on his phone screen.

The little white snake, sensing danger, quickly hid inside Wu Heng’s sleeve, afraid of being connected with that grumpy ghost teacher, Yang Xing, again.

Xu Qian, avoiding Zhao Qingyun’s gaze, rushed towards Wu Heng.

Although Wu Heng was so much younger, she felt a sense of security with him.

This intern shaman doctor shouldn’t have been invited!

Those present were all, more or less, practitioners of metaphysics, and seeing the stacks of cash on the floor, they immediately understood.

It was the art of buying lifespan.

Zhao Qingyun gripped his armrests and, with a calm smile, said, “The patients needed money for treatment, I needed lifespan, they got the money they desperately needed, I got what I wanted.”

“A mutually beneficial exchange, is there anything wrong with that, Masters?”

Zhao Qingyun didn’t think much of that foolish Yang Xing, the shoe tycoon. Money could buy many things, yet he had resorted to such underhanded tactics with his son.

He had never forced anyone, every transaction was consensual, each person willingly saying “As long as I can get the money to save my child, I’m willing to shorten my life by XX years.”

Regardless of whether they were sincere or not, they had agreed to the deal.

He never forced anyone. A mutually beneficial exchange, what was wrong with that?

He was even providing these desperate people with a chance to live. Without him, they would have died without treatment, how could they be reunited with their families now?

If there was such a thing as karmic retribution, he should be rewarded with merits and an even longer lifespan in his next life.

Many of the practitioners present agreed. It was a win-win situation, wasn’t it? What was wrong with that?

But some of the more educated doctors, looking at these charlatans, frowned. That wasn’t quite right.

Xu Qian retorted, “The families weren’t even aware they were being part of a transaction! And the money you used to buy lifespan was donated by ordinary people!”

Zhao Qingyun’s charity foundation accepted donations from the public.

Since learning that it was Mr. Zhao’s donation that saved her, wanting to pay it forward, she had been donating fifty yuan to the foundation every month.

There were many others like her.

The more Xu Qian thought about it, the angrier she became, “You used our donations to buy lifespan, gaining longevity and fame.”

While they, ordinary people, had their wallets emptied and their lifespans shortened.

This was daylight robbery!

Wu Heng pulled the little white snake out of his sleeve. “See, this is what being educated looks like.”

A clever mind was truly useful.

It seemed he really needed to take the college entrance exam.

Wu Heng then handed his phone to Shi Xuan, “Can I use your hotspot?”

Zhao Qingyun found the young woman’s words amusing and explained patiently, “I use my personal assets for all my donations.”

Only personal assets could be exchanged for lifespan.

Mr. Zhao was a wealthy man; he didn’t need those donations.

“Then why didn’t you continue buying lifespan?” Xu Qian, speechless for a moment, then quickly realizing the flaw in his argument, pressed on.

Continue buying! Didn’t he have the money? Weren’t there over a billion people in China for him to trade with? He could keep buying, break the Guinness World Record for longevity, live to be eight hundred years old like Peng Zu, and ascend to immortality!

Why stop now and hold this symposium, inviting all these doctors?

The gentle, kind expression on the old man’s face faded, and he stared intently at Xu Qian.

Indeed, educating girls wasn’t always a good thing, they became sharp-tongued and disrespectful.

This was also what Zhao Qingyun couldn’t understand.

Why… couldn’t he continue buying?