Chapter 60 Part 2
Wu Heng looked at the little white snake, who shook its head. ‘I also can’t understand his workaholic nature.’
Just like it couldn’t understand Xi Xi’s love for learning.
Wu Heng looked at the time, it was time to end the stream.
“Welcome to Nan Nuo village, everyone. That’s all for tonight. Good night.”
Su Chenyu quickly said, “Doctor Wu, I’ll send you that seafood! Express delivery!”
The live stream ended.
Wu Heng stretched contentedly, then, cracking his neck, he took out his phone and replied to Shi Xuan.
[HengHengBaby: Tried some, delicious! So good!]
[SX: What time are you sleeping tonight?]
[HengHengBaby: ? Want a video call?]
Shi Xuan: “…”
He had seen that white-robed Yin messenger for the first time tonight, they seemed to know each other.
Was that Yin messenger also Wu Heng’s friend?
He stood by his desk, looking at the well in his desolate courtyard.
And he could only wait for him to come.
The little white snake had said that beneath the wells were countless waterways, a world of Yin energy and spirits, only powerful shaman doctors like Wu Heng could navigate it, even he and Xi Xi, spirit snakes, could only travel with Wu Heng’s help.
He knew the world beyond the well, but could only wait.
Then, he saw Wu Heng’s message. He paused.
[SX: Can we?]
Wu Heng felt slightly awkward, scratching his head, and replied with a voice message, “Catching up with a friend, it’s… normal, right? Xi Xi?”
Xi Xi immediately nodded obediently. “Yes!”
The little white snake, listening, couldn’t help but comment, “Do good friends have late-night chats?”
Wu Heng glared at it. “Not asking you. And besides, Chengde Medical Clinic is closing, go back to your well at the east end.”
He Yunxiao wouldn’t allow his daughter to spend the night with a white-haired or yellow-haired snake.
Zhou Yi had no choice and reluctantly chased the little white snake away, watching as Wu Heng locked the clinic’s door.
Wu Heng, after washing up, lay in bed, and started a voice call with Shi Xuan.
Shi Xuan wasn’t talkative, and his senior year was filled with studying, so Wu Heng did most of the talking.
Sharing his day in Nan Nuo village, his Nuo opera practice, and the challenges of studying for the college entrance exam.
Wu Heng asked, “Why are you so quiet?”
Shi Xuan, not knowing what to say, thought for a moment, “I’ll recite some math formulas for you.”
Wu Heng: “…”
What? Had Yang Xing possessed not only Zhou Yi but Shi Xuan too?
Wu Heng listened to the endless stream of math formulas and history facts, his eyelids drooping as he drifted off to sleep.
Shi Xuan, hearing the silence, ended the call.
Don’t stay up late, it’s bad for your health.
Tang Xueshan, now free, felt a mixture of emotions as she paced around the apartment.
She finally understood why no Yin messenger came for her all these months, making her think she was still alive.
It was Yuan Song’s formation. It trapped her, isolating her from the outside world, preventing Yin messengers from sensing her presence.
But she really wanted to see him one last time before going to the underworld.
Tang Xueshan, being a new ghost, wasn’t sure what to do, so she wandered around, floating into the five boys’ room, seeing them still doing homework.
Tang Xueshan: ‘You didn’t finish during evening study? So inefficient?’
“Aaaa, Ghost Sister, don’t scare us! What do you want?” Wang Dong’s soul almost left his body, he couldn’t help but complain.
Li Hao and the others were embarrassed. They weren’t good students, their efficiency low.
They rarely did their homework before, there were no consequences, they could always study abroad later.
But things were different now.
Li Hao had a new goal and had to do his homework diligently.
Shi Xuan always finished his during evening study, He Yunxiao was average, and they were at the bottom of the class.
Li Hao: “Don’t mind us.”
He searched through his bag, a pen in his mouth.
Black Hair Number One, seeing this, “Comrade Li didn’t bring his textbooks? Use mine.”
Li Hao: “…I forgot my exam paper.”
They looked at each other, what now?
“Just skip it then, we always did before,” Wang Dong suggested.
Li Hao felt that going back on his new resolution so soon wouldn’t be good, he had to finish his homework, even if it was just scribbling random answers.
He called He Yunxiao. “Can you bring my homework? Meet me at the school gate.”
The line went dead. “Beep—beep—beep.”
Li Hao: “…”
He Yunxiao, after showering, climbed into bed. That fog earlier was creepy, he wasn’t going to deliver homework to his nemesis in the middle of the night.
Time to sleep.
Li Hao figured he wouldn’t be doing his homework tonight after all…
Tang Xueshan, watching the drama unfold, offered, ‘I can get your homework for you. I can leave the house now anyway, and I have nothing else to do.’
After getting his class and seat number, Tang Xueshan floated out the window towards the school.
This was her first time venturing out as a ghost, and looking at the empty streets, she found it quite interesting.
She saw a faint fog around the school and floated inside, easily finding Li Hao’s classroom.
Seeing a student still studying at his desk, she was surprised.
Even senior year at this prestigious school was so competitive?
Wu Heng was still asleep, the moon shining brightly outside his window. After an unknown amount of time, he felt a familiar Yin qi, a spirit standing beside his bed.
‘Wu Heng, wake up, I brought the medicine,’ a voice said.
Wu Heng opened his eyes, looking at the exhausted, panting Yin messenger, slightly annoyed. “Are you sick?”
Rushing back in the middle of the night just for this.
Yin messengers’ working hours were the opposite of humans.
Wu Heng glanced at the sky, almost dawn, the end of the Yin messenger’s shift.
Lai Jun said, ‘Urgent matters can’t wait. Where’s the medicine?’
‘Then go to sleep, I’ll ask Zhou Yi next door to deliver it,’ Wu Heng said, figuring he must be crazy for a promotion. He didn’t want him to disturb Zhou Yi, but he was already awake, so he threw on a jacket and went downstairs.
He had prepared the medicine for those spirits, the very thing Lu Guoliang desperately wanted, already boiled and waiting to be cooled with a white candle.
Lai Jun was planning to summon the spirits and have them take the medicine here at the clinic.
As he watched them drink the medicine, sitting on the wooden sofa, his phone vibrated.
It was a video call from Li Hao, “What’s wrong?” Wu Heng asked, surprised.
Li Hao and his friends huddled together, their hands shaking as they held the phone, the image on the screen blurry.
“Doctor Wu, Tang Xueshan, that female ghost, said she would go get my homework, but she never returned.”
Had that stubborn ghost gone looking for Yuan Song? How reckless.
Wu Heng asked, “And then?”
Li Hao’s hand trembled even more, the image shaking uncontrollably. He turned the camera towards the window, his voice trembling, “And then… and then this Yin messenger… seems to have followed her scent… why can we see him? It’s terrifying!”
A black-robed Yin messenger, carrying a lantern, stood outside the window.
014 also didn’t understand why they were so afraid, they had met during his visit to Zhao Qingyun’s villa.
Or could they not see him last time, but could now?
Wu Heng explained, “You’re living with Tang Xueshan. She’s been drinking the Yin-nourishing medicine you prepared, her Yin qi is strong, and you’re all staying up late studying, your Yang qi weakened, so you can see spirits now.”
Seeing their fear, Wu Heng added, “Don’t worry, once the ghost reincarnates, and you recover, you won’t be able to see Yin messengers anymore.”
They understood, but the problem was, they could see him now.
Yin Messenger 014 approached the window. ‘I sensed a spirit’s presence. Souls should return to the underworld for reincarnation. Will she return?‘
They stammered, unsure how to answer.
014’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold. ‘Lying to an Yin messenger… reconsider the consequences.’
Wang Dong, the most timid, quickly said, his eyes closed, “She should be back, she just wanted to see her boyfriend one last time.”
Yin Messenger 014, having witnessed countless partings and deaths, didn’t care much about a spirit’s attachment to the living.
As long as she returned, no need for him to chase after her, what a hassle.
He leaned against the window. ‘Then I’ll wait.’
Might as well take a break before his shift ended.
Li Hao and his friends huddled in a corner, terrified, begging Wu Heng to stay connected.
Although just through a video call, his presence was reassuring, they had encountered two Yin messengers in one night, how unlucky.
Wu Heng agreed, then turned to the spirits waiting for their medicine.
‘Doctor Wu, your medicine is miraculous! I’ve been so itchy down there, I even scratched myself raw. I feel so much better now,’ a female ghost said, holding a paper bowl.
Then she lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed, their “illness,” after all, a sensitive topic.
Wu Heng said gently, “It’s not your fault.”
“As a doctor, it’s important for patients to describe their symptoms and condition honestly, no need to be embarrassed.”
Being a doctor meant dealing with vomit, excrement, blood, all sorts of things. You got used to it.
The ghosts bowed to Wu Heng gratefully.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t afford to pay, having been exploited until they had nothing, no human or underworld currency.
Lai Jun, urging them into his lantern, turned to Wu Heng excitedly. ‘I have to report my accomplishments to my superiors, their payment might even include a bonus for you. I’ll let you know after my report.’
Wu Heng figured underworld currency was useless to him, just a bit of merit would be enough.
Before he could reply, Wang Dong and his friends screamed,
“Doctor Wu! The Yin messenger, he’s moving! What is he doing?!”
Wu Heng looked at the screen. Yin Messenger 014, who had been leaning against the window, checking the sky, suddenly straightened his uniform.
He climbed onto the windowsill, looked at the five terrified young men huddled together, and said, ‘I have to go, an emergency.’
Li Hao, hearing Lai Jun’s voice from Wu Heng’s phone, his urgent need to go back to work, asked cautiously, “Aren’t you waiting for Tang Xueshan?”
‘Not anymore, I’ll deal with it tomorrow. I’m off duty,’ the black-robed Yin messenger said firmly, his arms crossed, his lantern in hand. ‘Only idiots work overtime! If you’re not enthusiastic about ending your shift, there’s a problem with your thinking!’
Lai Jun: ‘?’
Was he talking about him?
