A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 48p1

Chapter 48 Part 1

Didn’t they know that money couldn’t truly buy a life? They knew better than anyone.

As they followed the Yin messengers to the underworld, their past lives reviewed, their shortened lifespans calculated, they understood.

That seemingly kind and benevolent Mr. Zhao wasn’t a philanthropist, but a ruthless businessman who saw them as nothing more than commodities.

They resented this deceptive charlatan, yet, given the chance, they would probably do it again.

Because Zhao Qingyun chose his targets carefully.

He didn’t target the wealthy, not even those in small towns. He mostly chose those with no assets, preferably impoverished families in rural areas who relied on farming a few acres of land, those for whom a few hundred thousand yuan could be the final straw.

This Mr. Zhao, high and mighty, looked down on them, treating them like ants whose only purpose was to provide him with lifespan. So what? Even “ants” had loved ones they wanted to protect and cherish.

Even if their methods seemed foolish, desperate, or illogical to outsiders, as long as their children received the necessary medical treatment, it was worth it.

Zhao Qingyun looked at Wu Heng and continued, “I once helped a little girl whose parents managed to raise five hundred thousand in just two years. Why do you think they could do that so quickly? If they had that kind of earning potential, why seek my help in the first place?”

Wu Heng, chewing on a candy, ignored him. Zhao Qingyun, his smile filled with confidence, said, “Because it was me. I personally visited their dilapidated home and tasted the steamed buns made by the girl’s mother. I advised them to open a steamed bun shop in town, and it was my influence that made their shop the most popular in town, giving them a new direction in life.”

He simply made a fair trade and even helped them improve their lives, their living standards increasing significantly afterward.

He later heard about the couple’s death, but he had never intended to harm them, merely borrowing a few years of their lives. Their lifespans were short to begin with, their fates sealed.

Zhao Qingyun truly believed himself to be a philanthropist.

Li Juan’s eyes were bloodshot as she clutched her phone, shouting angrily, “That’s bullshit! Our steamed bun shop became popular because of my parents’ hard work and delicious food! And it was the kindness of countless customers who supported us!”

It was her parents’ skills, and the kindness of countless strangers.

She didn’t deny that Mr. Zhao’s publicized donation had brought them attention, but he was just a marketing tool, at best, and now he was taking all the credit!

Shameless!

This hypocrite!

Li Juan wanted to expose this man but also didn’t want to miss this opportunity, quickly changing her username.

[Li Juan: Mom, Dad, how are you? I’m doing well, I got into university, the professors are very kind to me.]

Other netizens, seeing this, also changed their usernames, hoping to connect with their deceased loved ones, even just a single word would be enough.

However, there were no responses in the comments. They couldn’t see the messages from the living.

Li Juan froze, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Heng looked around. Chen Zhao, seemingly swayed by Zhao Qingyun’s words, looked thoughtful. Indeed, those who dealt with the supernatural also needed a proper education, otherwise they were just ignorant of the law.

Wu Heng said sincerely, “Mr. Zhao, I suggest you ask your practitioners for their academic credentials before hiring them. They’re dragging you down with them, violating underworld laws, you might not even realize you’re a wanted criminal.”

He felt confident saying this, he had a certificate issued by the Heavenly Dao himself.

The practitioners present felt a pang of unease, wasn’t this allowed? They… they didn’t know.

Xu Qian’s eyes lit up upon hearing Wu Heng’s words.

She looked at Zhao Qingyun’s smug, self-satisfied expression, his condescending demeanor, and felt sick to her stomach.

This old bastard was so proud of himself for taking advantage of those desperate families, that disgusting expression made her want to vomit.

But she wasn’t a practitioner herself, although incredibly angry, she didn’t know if this was even illegal, until Wu Heng spoke.

The human world and the underworld weren’t so different.

She knew it. If there truly was a Heaven, karmic retribution, how could such transactions be allowed?

If lifespan could be traded for money, then shouldn’t women’s wombs also be legally sold? Shouldn’t the organs of the poor become commodities?

After all, according to the old man, it was all consensual! Forced consent was still consent, right?

Then everyone would become prey for the wealthy few, livestock raised for slaughter.

Exploited in life and in death.

Wouldn’t this world descend into chaos? “The rich commit arson and wear gold belts, while the poor build bridges and roads and are left without even a grave” – how ironic and absurd!

What philanthropist? In the eyes of the underworld, he was a wanted criminal running an illegal business, defying Heaven’s laws!

Wu Heng said, “Since you’re so confident in your ‘charity,’ why not test it? See if they’ll ask for a refund after learning the truth?”

Zhao Qingyun’s expression changed slightly, and Wu Heng continued, “And why do you think you can’t buy lifespan anymore?”

“You’ve been sued, a bunch of ghosts in the underworld are suing you for stealing their lifespan under the guise of charity. You’re being investigated, about to go on trial, old man, might as well choose your coffin now.”

Zhao Qingyun’s expression shifted rapidly, his gaze darting towards the practitioners and doctors present, seeking help.

Was this kid telling the truth? Was this illegal?

He had been following the cases of Lu Guoliang and Yang Xing, the shoe tycoon. This Wu Heng did have some skills, that’s why he made an exception and sent him an invitation.

The practitioners, unsure themselves, avoided his gaze.

Zhao Qingyun didn’t know if Wu Heng was bluffing, but he was panicking. “No, I can’t leave, I can’t die, my grandson is still so young.”

Li Juan and the others saw the comments from those usernames with birth and death dates.

[Hahaha, your grandson is human, our sons and daughters left alone in the human world are not human?]
[Mr. Zhao, why not join us down here? We’ll have a nice chat in the court of Yama, just waiting for your trial.]
[Yes, my daughter needed the money, so I reluctantly agreed, but you didn’t disclose the terms of the transaction, you cheated me out of my life! I wasn’t prepared, there were so many things I wanted to tell my child, was I supposed to be deceived like this?]

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Their willingness and hatred for Zhao Qingyun weren’t mutually exclusive. The grayscale characters in the comments, fueled by their resentment, turned blood red.

This bizarre scene didn’t scare Li Juan and the others, they simply clutched their phones, sobbing hysterically, their bodies shaking.

And Zhao Qingyun, all he could think about was living, he had to live.

If what Wu Heng said was true, he had to live to avoid being judged in the underworld.

Zhao Qingyun looked at everyone present, cupping his hands together, “I’m willing to offer two hundred million to anyone who can help me live another five years. Please, think of my poor, defenseless grandson.”

Two hundred million!

Everyone’s expression changed slightly, some practitioners’ eyes gleaming.

Even He Yunxiao and the other rich kids couldn’t ignore such a sum.

Chen Zhao exclaimed, “Two hundred million?! That’s enough to buy the entire Xuanmen!”

Li Hao asked, “Doctor Chen, do you want to earn this two hundred million?”

Chen Zhao chuckled. “Who wouldn’t want two hundred million? If I had that much, I’d make that foolish master of mine work for me! But… my master always taught me not to earn ill-gotten gains.”

If he broke the law, he couldn’t tell anyone that Old Man Yan was his master, his master wouldn’t bail him out.

Besides, he didn’t even have the skills.

Trading money for lifespan was a forbidden art that no longer worked. What could he do?

Chen Zhao, losing the two hundred million, muttered sadly, “Am I destined to be poor? Can’t money just fall from the sky?”

Li Hao and his friends were a bit mischievous, but they wouldn’t dare break the law, their parents would kill them. Doctor Chen was currently staying at his house. If he had any funny ideas, his father would surely kick him out, but now, it seemed like he could continue staying there.

Chen Zhao hadn’t realized he had inadvertently secured free housing.

Xu Qian, on the other hand, didn’t react much, fifty thousand would move her, one hundred thousand would make her envious, but two hundred million was too far removed from her reality.

Wu Heng, noticing Zhao Qingyun’s pleading gaze, turned to the others. “Do I look like I need money?”

Did this old man think he could bribe him with two hundred million?

He Yunxiao chuckled dryly, everyone knew that Wu Heng would even do pointless live streams just for the five-thousand-yuan daily bonus.

Shi Xuan, who had been silent, looked up from the stock market app on his phone and said, “I’ll earn more.”

Wu Heng smiled unconsciously, then looked away, turning to Xu Qian, “Let’s go, to your place.”

Xu Qian picked up her empty bag and quickly followed Wu Heng, afraid Zhao Qingyun would try to force the money on her.

Li Hao and his friends burst into laughter, clutching He Yunxiao’s arm, their faces aching, “Shi Xuan is really terrible at socializing, actually bragging about making money in front of Doctor Wu, I’m dying of laughter.”

He Yunxiao looked at them like they were idiots. “?”

No wonder he was the live stream administrator. Otherwise, Chengde Medical Clinic’s live stream would be doomed.

“Doctor Wu, should we call the police?” Xu Qian asked as they left the conference hall.

Wu Heng explained, “The police can’t handle this, it’s a matter for the special department.”

But Xu Qian didn’t know how to contact them. Sitting in the car, she said angrily, “Can’t we do anything about this guy? Why let him get away with this?!”

“He might not get away with it,” Wu Heng said, looking out the window with a smile.

The car headed towards Beijing University of Science and Technology, located in the university district, many other universities nearby. Wu Heng noticed that Beijing Medical University wasn’t far, that’s where Fan Xuan and Han Ye were.

As he was thinking this, a small gray snake emerged from his right sleeve. Xi Xi, looking out the window as Shi Xuan drove towards Beijing University of Science and Technology, said, ‘Godfather, can we record a video? We can send it to Teacher Yang.