A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 71p2

Chapter 71 Part 2

Zhang Da Yong then asked, ‘Mom, Dad, Doctor Wu said I was a child you prayed for? Did you know that?’

Their expressions turned cold and sinister, chilling even Zhang Da Yong in his dream, and he instinctively stepped back.

Then his mother’s icy face was inches from his, her eyes devoid of pupils, ‘Da Yong, you are our son. You were just born into the wrong family. Don’t you know that?’

What? Zhang Da Yong’s confusion grew.

His father, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, stared at him intensely, ‘Your mother and I couldn’t conceive, your uncle suggested praying at Qingfeng Temple, it was very effective, so we went.’

‘Your uncle practices metaphysics, he said even those without children could be blessed with one if they were kind and virtuous, his mother, her face, once gaunt from cancer, now twisted with bitterness, added, ‘We prayed for a child, but the goddess gave him to that Zhang Tianjun couple! They must have stolen him from us!’

Zhang Tianjun?

Zhang Da Yong vaguely remembered him, a villager from a nearby village, known for his kindness and generosity, always helping others, but they had never had children.

Realization dawned upon Zhang Da Yong, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

His parents, their faces filled with resentment, continued, ‘That couple stole our son and raised him so well! He even walked to and from school by himself! So independent!’

Zhang Da Yong, remembering the six sets of nails, one for each family member, was horrified.

His mother’s face was so dark, it seemed to be dripping with blood. She wailed, ‘Why?! Why did they steal our son?! And the neighbors even suggested we adopt an abandoned baby! We wanted our own child!’

The Zhang Tianjun couple had been unaware of Zhang Da Yong’s parents’ obsession, secretly watching their every move.

They even knew that little Zhang Da Yong had picked up a stray black dog.

Looking at the adorable little Zhang Da Yong, their hearts ached. This was their child, blessed by the goddess, how did he end up with the Zhang Tianjun family? They both had the same surname, the goddess must have made a mistake!

Back then, there was no strict age requirement for starting school. Zhang Da Yong began at five.

And parents didn’t usually pick up their children from school, they were expected to walk after being shown the way once or twice.

They noticed a big black dog, Hei Tan, accompanying him every day. Zhang Tianjun seemed to love this boy, who was supposed to be theirs, even making a small cart for him.

It was a wooden cart with a cushioned seat, two wheels, and a handle for the dog to pull.

Like a rickshaw, but with a dog.

Whenever Hei Tan wagged its tail, pulling little Zhang Da Yong to and from school, it attracted envious stares.

Hei Tan, proud, would hold its head high, its tail wagging furiously. Its favorite thing was picking up its owner, who always praised it for being a good boy!

Zhang Da Yong, through gritted teeth, “What… what did you do?!”

He almost thought he was still dreaming, a bizarre, nonsensical dream where his loving parents were now monstrous. Could this be real?

His father chuckled, a chilling sound, ‘We just brought our own son back. You can’t have any contact with those thieves anymore! Your uncle practices metaphysics, he performed a ritual and changed your birth chart. Now you can finally live with us, safely.’

They were afraid the Zhang Tianjun couple would try to steal him back, they also knew about the ritual at Qingfeng Temple, they might even hire someone to find him using his birth chart.

And blood ties were powerful, their villages were only twenty kilometers apart, what if they met?

They had deceived Heaven, altered his fate, so blood relatives wouldn’t recognize each other.

Zhang Da Yong trembled with rage, pointing at them. ‘You… you’re… shameless!’

He had always thought his parents were good to him, but they could be strangely superstitious, even delusional.

How could they be so sure that the Zhang Tianjun couple had stolen their son? What proof? No wonder they said, “Birds of a feather flock together!”

He finally understood what Wu Heng meant by “fox friends.” He had never owned a dog or a cat, he had thought the fox spirit had the wrong person.

Animals truly were more loyal than humans, repaying a favor even after forty years.

Zhang Da Yong, who had never spoken harshly to his parents, roared, ‘No wonder the King of Hell is punishing you! No wonder Uncle is suffering in the underworld! You deserve it!’

His parents, seeing his rage, looked bewildered, they were just setting things right.

They were wealthier, had better jobs, the Goddess of Childbirth would naturally have chosen them, for their son to have a better life.

As Zhang Da Yong turned to leave, disappearing into the fog, then turned back, his face grim, ‘What about Hei Tan?’

That little black dog he had found as a child had grown into a large, loyal companion.

A strange smile appeared on his parents’ faces. ‘Your uncle needed a sacrifice for the ritual, they say black dog blood is the most potent.’

‘Da Yong, do you remember that meat you said was delicious?’

Zhang Da Yong’s pupils constricted, and he stumbled backward into the fog.

In the darkness, his eyes snapped open, staring at the ceiling, he raised a trembling hand, the joss paper with his parents’ birth dates now ash. That dream… was real.

“Ah—!”

Zhang Da Yong screamed, rolling off his bed.

His wife, woken by his cry, turned on the light. Zhang Da Yong, in his pajamas, bent over, retching, his thick fingers clawing at his throat, ignoring the blood, the metallic taste triggering his gag reflex.

He vomited, his body convulsing.

“Da Yong? What’s wrong? You only slept for half an hour.” His wife patted his back, her voice filled with concern.

Their children, hearing the commotion, rushed in.

“Dad, what happened?!”

Zhang Da Yong, weak and shaking, his eyes filled with tears, his blood-stained lips muttering, “Connect… Connect with Doctor Wu Heng!”

Many netizens, thinking Chengde Medical Clinic wouldn’t be live-streaming tonight, were surprised to see the account online, figuring he was probably just browsing, after all, the Nuo opera festival was a big event, checking out his videos online wouldn’t be unusual.

Then, suddenly, a live stream notification, they clicked in, and he was connected with Zhang Da Yong.

Uncle Zhang looked distraught, blood on his lips, occasionally gagging. Something was clearly wrong.

[Uncle Zhang, what happened? You asked your parents, right? So soon?]

[Does praying to the Goddess of Childbirth for a child work? If so, I’ll try too.]

[Did he ask about your dog?]

[Heng Bao is still wearing the same clothes, so he hasn’t rested, he was waiting?]

Zhang Da Yong’s face was streaked with tears, his voice choked with sobs. “Doctor Wu, I understand now.”

“I want to know… Hei Tan… where is he? Is he… in the underworld?”

Fresh tears flowed.

Wu Heng said gently, “He’s right by your side… licking your hand and wagging his tail.”