A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 49p1

Chapter 49 Part 1

Wu Heng: Uh, about that…

Two men kissing? How? With tongues?

Wu Heng instinctively glanced at the person beside him, meeting Shi Xuan’s gaze, feeling his eyes linger on his lips. He quickly looked away.

Why was he looking at him like that?

Wu Heng turned to Han Ye. “What books did you burn for Teacher Yang? What were the titles?”

Wu Heng had read in ancient medical texts about the exchange of bacteria, as modern medicine called it, through saliva, which could sometimes be beneficial for treatment. He could research this further.

Han Ye exclaimed, feeling wronged. It was his cheap godfather’s request! He had even been worried that Yang Xing wouldn’t be able to handle the explicit content he asked for, so he specifically searched for it on Jinjiang Literature City (a website known for LGBTQ+ fiction).

Although Yang Xing looked young, if he were still alive, he would be a fifty-year-old man. He was worried his godfather wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Yang Xing, hearing Wu Heng ask about the titles, immediately interrupted. ‘Doctor Wu, you don’t need to know! Even if you’re not a senior in high school, you still need to take the college entrance exam! Studying is important, don’t read those novels, I’ll read them for you, I have plenty of time.’

Yang Xing was a bit depressed. He wasn’t sure if it was because this underworld version of Monkey Exam Helper was newly released, or if ghosts simply weren’t interested in studying, but barely any students signed up for his classes. His only steady source of income were the two snakes who somehow connected to the ghost internet, so he had a lot of free time.

The little white snake hid inside Wu Heng’s sleeve, not daring to breathe during this discussion about books, afraid of being called out and scolded by Teacher Yang.

Wu Heng, hearing this, said, “Since you have so much free time, I have a part-time job for you.”

Chen Zhao, who had been studying herbal medicine preparation techniques, perked up, his ears twitching.

“An old man should be going down there in the next two days. You like watching CEO Yang’s torture, right? Film that old man’s punishment and send the videos to the victims in their dreams, if they’re happy, they’ll burn joss paper for you.”

Yang Xing thought this wouldn’t be difficult. Easy money!

Initially, Yang Xing believed that having books to read was enough in the underworld. After spending a few days there, he realized money was essential even in the afterlife, some extra income wouldn’t hurt.

Imagining so many strangers burning joss paper for him, he almost felt like a respected teacher with disciples everywhere.

Yang Xing readily agreed. Chen Zhao, hearing it was underworld currency, mumbled dejectedly, “When will it be my turn to die…”

He also wanted to make a fortune.

Fan Xuan, who came with Han Ye to deliver the medicine, and Xu Qian watched Wu Heng chatting with the darkened phone screen, puzzled by their conversation.

Wu Heng really did have underworld connections. The netizens were right.

Han Ye could participate purely because he and Yang Xing were now godson and godfather.

Yang Xing then changed the subject, turning to the little white snake and Xi Xi’s studies. With He Yunxiao present, the little white snake could only endure the scolding.

A soft sound came from the balcony window. Xu Qian, seeing everyone look in that direction, said awkwardly, “It’s quite windy in Beijing lately, must be the wind.”

Wu Heng and the others, seeing the three shadows on the balcony, didn’t say anything.

The male spirit, his face pressed against the glass, was peering inside when the female spirit pulled him back, scolding, ‘Don’t scare them!’

‘Is this Professor Apartment 105? Are you our father’s students? We’re here to pick up our father. Wait, can you even see us?’

Behind the two spirits was a tall Yin messenger in a long black robe and a tall black hat, carrying a lantern with the words “No Entry for the Living,” clearly the Yin messenger for this district of Beijing.

His attire, although similar to Lai Jun’s, had a finer texture and sheen, clearly higher quality. As expected of the capital city, not comparable to a small town’s Yin messenger.

Chen Zhao, although from the Xuanmen, was meeting an Yin messenger for the first time, quickly lowering his head, not daring to make eye contact, and feeling a surge of surprise.

Once a soul went to the underworld with an Yin messenger, they couldn’t return, except during the Hungry Ghost Festival or their lunar birthday, or if a powerful practitioner summoned them.

Why were these two being personally escorted? It was unusual, not many received such treatment.

Wu Heng said, “This isn’t Professor Apartment 105, this is Faculty Apartment 501, the building you’re looking for should be across the street.”

The two spirits looked embarrassed, apologizing repeatedly, ‘Sorry, our minds aren’t clear after being ghosts for so long, we went to the wrong apartment.’

With that, they floated down five floors and towards the building across the street.

Those inside had no idea who Wu Heng was talking to, only Xu Qian, realizing, said in surprise, “Professor Apartment 105 is Professor Zhao Qingyun’s residence, he rarely stays there though, always busy with research.”

Who was Wu Heng talking to just now?

The doorbell rang, and Wang Lang, panting, entered, his eyes immediately finding Wu Heng. “Doctor Wu, can you treat terminal cancer? Can you take a look at my teacher?”

Wang Lang was unsure. Wu Heng’s online consultations were mostly for strange illnesses related to metaphysics, could he treat common but terminal illnesses like cancer? He wasn’t sure.

Xu Qian’s heart sank. “Is Professor Zhao…”

Wang Lang didn’t answer, but his expression said it all.

He was probably on his deathbed.

Wu Heng glanced at the darkening sky. “I can take a look.”

Xu Qian, thinking of the eighty thousand yuan Professor Zhao lent her, her eyes tearing up, wanted to go with them, but then she thought of her sleeping mother.

Wu Ting, the pregnant woman, standing at the doorway, said gently, “Teacher Xu, you go ahead and visit Professor Zhao. I’ll watch over your mother and call you if anything happens.”

They immediately followed Wu Heng downstairs. Wang Lang, walking beside him, said, “Teacher often travels for research, his diet and sleep schedule irregular, so his health deteriorated.”

When busy, he often forgot to eat, sometimes only remembering at three or four in the afternoon, just making do with instant noodles, and he often stayed up late, smoking to stay awake, ruining his health.

He insisted on returning to his apartment today, seemingly having left something there.

They saw a crowd of students holding flowers gathered at the foot of the professor’s apartment building, even reporters and soldiers standing guard.

Knowing Wu Heng and his friends were high school seniors, Fan Xuan explained, “Beijing University of Science and Technology is a very prestigious university, especially strong in aerospace engineering, mechanics, and materials science, they even developed their own missiles.”

He then added, “But Doctor Wu is exceptionally talented in medicine, he should apply to our medical university. He Yunxiao and the others can consider Beijing University of Science and Technology, their programs are comparable to Tsinghua and Peking University’s.”

Fan Xuan and Han Ye smirked, wondering who would dare teach Wu Heng medicine.

He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and the others exchanged glances, remaining silent. Beijing University of Science and Technology, was that even within their reach?

Money and power weren’t enough to get in.

If they were accepted, their parents would throw celebratory banquets for days.

They were stopped at the entrance. Chen Zhao and Wu Heng presented their Taoist doctor and intern certificates, respectively, and were allowed to enter.

Shi Xuan and the others remained outside.

“Is that Wu Heng from Chengde Medical Clinic? Why was he allowed inside? Is he going to treat Professor Zhao?”

“So many renowned doctors couldn’t cure him, what can he do? He specializes in strange illnesses, Professor Zhao has terminal lung cancer, that’s not a strange illness.”

“…”

The students whispered among themselves, their voices filled with doubt, but also a hint of hope. After all, this shaman doctor’s reputation had grown tremendously recently.

Social media was buzzing with discussions about him, Zhao Qingyun’s charity was under fire, and the City God Temples were overflowing with visitors.

Many families who had received donations couldn’t afford to repay the money. Zhou Mingze stepped up, offering interest-free loans.

Those families, scared by today’s news, were wary of accepting help from strangers online, but Zhou Mingze was different.

He was the middle-aged man whose head Wu Heng cured, and through his association with Wu Heng, countless patients sought his help.

Wu Heng’s reputation was such that patients only trusted him now.

Wu Heng and Chen Zhao entered apartment 105 and saw a frail old man leaning against the pillows, his eyes half-closed, gasping for air, his condition dire.

A laptop was placed before him, unable to speak, he could only type messages to his students.

His trembling fingers took several seconds to press each key, typing a single sentence took minutes.

“Teacher, why don’t you rest for a bit?” one of his students, tears welling up, asked softly.

Professor Zhao shook his head. He couldn’t rest, he knew that if he closed his eyes, he might not wake up again. He still had so much to say.

“Professor Zhao, these are the Taoist doctors we invited, they’ll take your pulse,” Principal Li, an acquaintance of Wu Heng, said.

Chen Zhao observed Professor Zhao’s complexion, his life force almost completely depleted, only his strong will keeping him alive.

Chen Zhao shook his head slightly, there was no need to take his pulse, the cancer must have metastasized throughout his body.

Wu Heng, however, sat down and took his pulse, then, under the expectant gazes of Xu Qian and Wang Lang, withdrew his hand.

As a shaman doctor, he could see a person’s past, present, and future just by taking their pulse. This old professor’s time had come.

Professor Zhao wasn’t particularly interested in seeing doctors. Since his diagnosis, he had been forced to meet with countless doctors, it was routine. Even now, the government had arranged for Taoist doctors to examine him. He was grateful but also filled with regret for not completing the 3.0 version of his missile project, feeling like he had failed his country.

Wang Lang, in the next room, looked at Wu Heng expectantly. “Doctor Wu, do you think Teacher…”

Wu Heng said, “His allotted lifespan has reached its end.”

Although mentally prepared, hearing those words from Wu Heng, who specialized in strange illnesses, they felt a sense of helplessness.

Indeed, could human lifespan truly be extended? He wasn’t like that beast Zhao Qingyun who traded money for lives.

A series of gasps came from the room, Professor Zhao’s eyes wide open, bloodshot, staring at the ceiling, his IV-drip-connected hand reaching upwards with difficulty.

The two spirits who went to the wrong apartment earlier had arrived.

The shadows rushed towards the bedridden old man. The male spirit smiled. ‘Dad, we’re here to take you home.’

‘We’ve prepared a new home for you. Not a tent in the desert, but a house with paper cuttings Mom just put up on the windows, a chess set you like, and a study for you to work in. But you don’t have to work so hard anymore, Dad, you can rest, just practice your calligraphy. And also…’

His deceased daughter, lying beside the bed, described their new home in the afterlife.

Zhao Qingyun couldn’t speak, the students only saw tears streaming down his face, a faint smile on his pale lips as he listened to his daughter’s description of their home.

No more illness, no more work, only family.

Chen Zhao thought, holy crap, who gets this kind of treatment? The underworld actually sent an Yin messenger with family members to escort him. This would ease his transition, reduce the fear of becoming a ghost, only those with great merit received this honor.

Chen Zhao, listening to the female ghost describe their future life in the afterlife, said, “Sometimes, leaving is a relief.”

As long as you hadn’t committed any sins, the afterlife was like retirement.

“What’s that?”