A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 48p2

Chapter 48 Part 2

Xi Xi remembered that Yang Xing’s dream university was Beijing University of Science and Technology, although he had received the acceptance letter, he had never set foot in Beijing, let alone on campus.

The little white snake also emerged, its tail wrapping around Wu Heng’s phone, “Xi Xi, tell me what to film, I’ll do it, I’m an amazing photographer!”

Xi Xi looked at the blurry photos, “Big Brother Da Bai, why are they all blurry? Don’t you understand composition?”

The little white snake was surprised too, hadn’t it just copied what the villagers did, tapping the circle in the center? What was composition?

Xi Xi hadn’t understood composition initially either, but Grandma He, Mrs. He, would explain it while taking photos for her social media posts, showing off her “grandchild,” so she learned.

The little white snake quickly shifted the blame. ‘It’s because Wu Heng’s phone is cheap, the camera is bad.’

Wu Heng: “This is the phone Uncle He gave me.”

The latest model, a gift from the He family after curing He Yunxiao.

The little white snake saw He Yunxiao in the other car, his hand on the window, looking at them repeatedly.

The little white snake: ‘…’

It paused, then said, ‘It’s my fault, my photography skills are bad, not the phone.’

Xu Qian, in the backseat, was surprised to see the two snakes taking photos and videos, these pet snakes were incredibly intelligent!

But, preoccupied with her mother’s condition, she didn’t think too much about it.

The cars stopped at the faculty apartment building. Xu Qian immediately led Wu Heng and the others upstairs.

Students who had heard the news looked at them curiously. Wu Heng was quite famous at Beijing University of Science and Technology now, their principal had even gone to the Nuo River to burn a thirty-year-old acceptance letter for a former student.

“Is it true what they’re saying online about Mr. Zhao faking his charity and buying lifespans?”

“I heard Counselor Xu’s mother suddenly aged, is it really because Zhao Qingyun stole her lifespan?”

“That damned old man has lived for ninety years, and he’s still not satisfied? Does he want to be immortal? What a joke!”

Students whispered as Wu Heng and his group went upstairs.

The faculty apartment assigned to Xu Qian wasn’t large, just over forty square meters, but enough for two people.

Inside, Wang Lang’s pregnant wife, Wu Ting, cradling her belly, was caring for Mother Xu, pouring her water, and Xu Qian immediately took over, thanking her. “Thank you, please sit down, you’re pregnant.”

Wu Ting, seeing so many people, including Wu Heng, quickly explained, “Professor Zhao had to return to the university to deal with something, and Wang Lang went to help, he didn’t abandon me, I can manage.”

Xu Qian was surprised, “Professor Zhao? Isn’t he… on his deathbed?”

She paused, then added, “Professor Zhao lent me so much money, I should go visit him later.”

Without his eighty thousand, she wouldn’t have been able to raise the two hundred thousand so quickly.

Wu Heng took Mother Xu’s pulse. “Start the live stream.”

He Yunxiao said, “We’ve already completed the one-hour check-in for today.”

Wu Heng: “…Start it.”

[The live stream’s back! Doctor Wu, address the rumors! Is that “money for life” story real?! Aren’t you afraid of being sued?!]
[It’s real! Sob sob sob, that beast Zhao Qingyun traded my father’s life for money, I saw him in the live stream just now!]
[Don’t scare me! My family received a donation from him! My mother hasn’t been feeling well recently, I don’t want anything to happen to her! What should I do? I’m so scared!]
[Live stream? What live stream? There’s nothing! Are you seeing ghosts?]

Wu Heng, looking at Mother Xu’s aged face, smiled gently, “It’s not a serious illness. I’ll write a prescription, Fan Xuan can help fetch the medicine.”

Wu Heng turned to the camera, “Return the money Zhao Qingyun donated, first.”

“Now, I’ll teach everyone how to write a seven-year refund request form. Those who need it, pay attention.”

Wu Heng took out a piece of traditional yellow joss paper and asked Xu Qian for cinnabar. “Use traditional yellow paper, write with cinnabar, vertically, from right to left, in the ancient style.”

Mother Xu’s hand trembled as she held the brush, so Xu Qian held her hand and wrote for her, coaxing her, “Mom, I’ll return the money to that old man Zhao. Don’t worry, I’ll work hard and repay Professor Wang, our friends, and our colleagues.”

[What is this? A seven-year refund request? Isn’t the return period seven days?]
[Holy crap, so ruthless, directly telling them to return the money, it must be true then. If anyone can’t afford to repay Zhao Qingyun immediately, come to me, I’ll lend you the money, interest-free!]

[That bastard took advantage of desperate families, preying on their desire to save their children! ]

[Doctor Wu, slow down, I’m writing this down to teach my dad. I’m recording.]

“Start with your mother’s birth date, write the date of the donation as the order number, the reason for return as ‘seven-year no-questions-asked return and refund,’ and explain that ‘the seller listed a free product but scammed the buyer into paying with their lifespan, then took the money and ran.'”

[Does Heng Heng also use Xianyu (a secondhand goods trading platform)? This is like getting a Dragon Slaying Saber! Usually, it’s the buyer who gets scammed after receiving the goods, he’s the seller who scams the buyer’s lifespan after receiving the money.]

[Damn that underworld Alipay! Such fraudulent transactions should be banned!]
[What nonsense? How can such illegal transactions be allowed? This has to be stopped!]

[If lifespan could be traded, us poor people would be exploited in life and in death, stripped bare. I can’t even imagine, it would be too despairing.]

[Sob sob sob, if it weren’t for this patient, many people would still be dying prematurely without even knowing! Zhao Qingyun deserves to die!]

Xu Qian, holding her mother’s trembling hand, spent ten minutes writing the refund request.

Wu Heng continued, “Use cinnabar to stamp your fingerprint at the bottom, then burn it at the City God Temple.”

After Mother Xu finished, Xu Qian immediately prepared to go, but Wu Heng stopped her, “I’ll burn this one for you.”

Wu Heng took a red candle from his backpack, went to the balcony, looked down at the crowd of students below, and lit the candle. The yellow paper burned easily, the ashes swirling in the wind.

“Why a red candle, Doctor Wu?” Wang Dong, sitting on the sofa, asked curiously.

He had always used white candles before.

Wu Heng explained, “A red candle expedites the delivery.”

[I knew Wu Heng had connections down there. He can burn it directly, others have to go to the temple. Think about it.]
[Thank you, Streamer, I’ll prepare one and go to the City God Temple, my parents are still healthy, but I’m afraid they’ll have shortened lifespans because of that old man Zhao.]

[But I’ve already lost my parents, who will request a refund for me? Should I blame them for their short lifespans?]

[Urgent +1, I can repay that bastard Zhao Qingyun immediately, but it’s been over seven years, will your method still work, Streamer?]

The barrage comments flooded the screen, over twenty million viewers watching online.

They didn’t know if this was real or just a scripted drama.

Wu Heng, after reading the comments for a while, said, “For those past the seven-year mark, you can also file a complaint with the King of Hell, reason for return: ‘online fraud.’ If you can’t raise the money to repay the philanthropist immediately, you can write a deadline on the refund request.”

The recipients were terrified. If this was real, their lifespans had been shortened without their knowledge, and through fraud?!

Some families who had the money ready, but were previously rejected by Mr. Zhao, immediately transferred the money to his charity foundation.

Others, who hadn’t repaid, scrambled to borrow money.

Indeed, if it weren’t for their children’s illness and desperate need for money, who would willingly sell their lifespan?

They had to repay the debt now.

Zhao Qingyun’s charity was vast, and netizens couldn’t determine which donations were actual charity and which were life-for-money transactions.

Everyone was afraid of being one of the unlucky families, and the number of repayments skyrocketed.

In just a few hours, Zhao’s charity empire crumbled, facing public condemnation.

Countless people, after repaying the money, rushed to their local City God Temples, burning the refund requests with red candles, some even burning hundreds, afraid of missing the deadline.

Xu Qian, watching Wu Heng inside instructing Chen Zhao on how to prepare the medicine, noticing his unusual method, asked, “Doctor Wu, I’m an 88 VIP member, can I get an expedited refund?”

She had subscribed to the 88 VIP membership on a shopping app because of the annual discounts and the free Youku membership, and she had heard that the Double Eleven shopping festival was approaching, but she had no time or energy for it now.

[I’m also a distinguished 88 VIP member, please expedite my mother’s refund, I’m so scared!]

[Just checked Zhao’s stock price, it’s a bloodbath, I initially thought a certain fast-food chain would have the highest return rate this Double Eleven, but a dark horse emerged!]

[Congratulations to Mr. Zhao, tens of billions in sales, but a 99% return rate!]

[Huh? Even the underworld recognizes 88 VIP? This shopping platform has such connections? My Taobao Super Member and Pinduoduo Plus memberships are dissatisfied!]

Wu Heng suddenly realized he didn’t have any of these memberships, he said, “The underworld doesn’t offer such services, but it should be processed within twenty-four hours, don’t worry.”

Especially since Xu Qian’s mother’s request was burnt with a red candle, expedited, it would be processed even faster.

Chen Zhao finished preparing the medicine and handed it to Xu Qian, who helped her mother sit up and drink it.

Although it tasted bitter, her heart was sweet, Mother Xu quickly finished it and soon felt drowsy. Xu Qian helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket.

Wu Heng, seeing Xu Qian’s lingering worry, reassured her as she came out of the bedroom, “She’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

Xu Qian looked at Wu Heng gratefully. She had never imagined this was the cause of her mother’s illness, if not for Wu Heng, she wouldn’t even know how her mother might have died.

Since Wu Heng showed no signs of leaving, Xu Qian naturally didn’t ask him to. Her small apartment was filled with young men. Wu Ting, the pregnant woman, afraid of being jostled, left.

That unsettling, cold young man was standing on the balcony.

Xu Qian borrowed some stools from Wang Lang’s next door, handing them out as she asked, “If the refund is successful, then that old man…”

Wu Heng: “He’ll die, of course.”

He only had a few months left to live anyway, with everyone requesting refunds, he wouldn’t last.

[Really? If old man Zhao dies in the next few days, I’ll never doubt Wu Heng again, I’ll eat my hat!]

[We’ll see if he dies, a quick death to clear Wu Heng’s name!]

[Sanshui Zhenren: Doctor Wu, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. I heard a practitioner from Southeast Asia is going to perform the ‘lighting a sky lantern’ ritual for him.]

[Helping a tyrant will bring misfortune! Can those foreigners stay out of this? Do they even understand what ‘lighting a sky lantern’ means?]

Wu Heng thought the underworld would be lively soon, he could recommend Teacher Yang a new part-time job, so he ended the live stream, handing his phone to Shi Xuan for his hotspot.

Shi Xuan’s free mobile Wi-Fi was indeed incredibly reliable.

Wu Heng, seeing him standing on the balcony, not coming in, handed his phone to the two snakes and closed the balcony door halfway.

Yang Xing didn’t have a phone. The underworld version of Monkey Exam Helper reportedly provided him with one for teaching, so contacting him was easy.

The little white snake, seeing Yang Xing’s pale face on the screen, cowered in fear, not daring to speak.

Xi Xi, however, greeted him obediently. ‘Teacher Yang, we’re at Beijing University of Science and Technology now. Big Brother Da Bai and I took lots of photos and videos, I’ll ask Godfather to send them to you later.’

Yang Xing felt he hadn’t chosen the wrong class president. ‘Good, good, good.’

“Why aren’t you coming in?” Wu Heng asked, shivering slightly on the balcony. Autumn in Beijing was truly cold, he wasn’t used to it as a southerner.

Shi Xuan, turning around, said softly, “My mother died during childbirth, my father considered me a cursed child.”

He had never experienced familial love and didn’t understand parents’ love for their children. Watching Xu Qian care for her mother didn’t move him, he had never experienced it.

Wu Heng, looking up at Shi Xuan’s cold, sharp jawline, felt a pang of empathy.

Before coming to this world, he had been the same in ancient times, a feared shaman doctor with no parents, his origins unknown, his presence ominous.

“Not everyone needs family. Friendship and love can fill the void.”

Wu Heng knew that some people were simply not destined for strong familial bonds, but other forms of love would fill that void.

Shi Xuan looked at him. Before Wu Heng, he had no friends, he didn’t even care about friendship or love.

“Let’s go inside.” Wu Heng gently tugged at Shi Xuan’s sleeve, leading him in.

Wu Heng heard Shi Xuan’s soft voice behind him, “You’re my only friend.”

He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and all the others, they weren’t, and couldn’t be.

Wu Heng was startled. As he sat down, he heard Yang Xing’s slightly dejected voice from the phone, ‘I read those pure love novels Han Ye burnt for me. They’re quite good, it’s just…’

‘Is the protagonist cross-dressing? Why are those two men kissing? Doctor Wu, do you know?’