A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 77p1

Chapter 77 Part 1

Father Xie stared at Wu Heng on the screen, dumbfounded. “What’s true?”

The person was still the same, but the soul inside wasn’t his daughter? Even legally, this was a difficult situation.

He looked at the familiar face kneeling on the floor, remembering his daughter’s antics. They had spoiled their only child, after all.

His face hardened as he pointed at her angrily, “Soul transmigration? What kind of filthy creature are you?! A wandering ghost?! How did you get into my daughter’s body?! Get out!”

Mother Xie, initially also shocked, tugged at his sleeve, telling him to calm down.

She had observed this “filthy creature” for the past two days, and she didn’t seem malicious, having only bought some new clothes, crying and thanking her repeatedly, which made her worry that her daughter had been mistreated in the entertainment industry.

Xie Zhi, still kneeling, sobbed, “Uncle, I don’t know what happened either. I was gardening, then I fainted, and when I woke up, I was your daughter, I didn’t do anything bad!”

[…So it’s possession? A Jinjiang novel plot come to life? If it weren’t for Wu Heng’s previous cases, I would have thought this was all staged for attention.]
[I’ll believe anything now! Even if someone told me the Demon King was coming! Soul transmigration?! Could she be from a parallel universe, with a script to conquer the entertainment industry?]
[This ghost is stupid! Xie Zhi’s family is one of the wealthiest in Beijing! A true heiress, doesn’t she know the “amnesia” trope in transmigration novels? She could have lived a happy life.]

[Although Xie Zhi wasn’t a good person, her life shouldn’t be stolen! At least this ghost has some conscience, returning after two days.]

[If I transmigrated into a rich heiress…I wouldn’t be able to confess either.]

Many netizens thought this ghost was foolish, Xie Zhi’s parents might not know now, since the body was their biological daughter’s, but what if they found out? How would they treat her then?

Kindness or cruelty, neither felt right.

“That’s why I contacted Doctor Wu, hoping he could send me back,” Xie Zhi confessed, crying.

But Wu Heng said she was fine, even asked her to leave the stream. How was she “fine”?!

She was anxious, thinking that, with Nan Nuo’s seven-day wake tradition, her body probably hadn’t been buried yet, so she could still go back. But she didn’t know where Xie Zhi’s soul was, worried that she might have become a wandering ghost.

Xie Zhi, using the local dialect, “Doctor Wu, didn’t you just say soul transmigration is real? I’m Xie Zhi from Wu Wa village. We’re from the same town. Please help me!”

You Jin, who was organizing herbs in the pharmacy, hearing the voice, looked up sharply, “Xie Zhi?!”

He almost had PTSD from that name, the very patient he “killed” yesterday.

Wu Heng said, “Your soul transmigration is real, but there’s no need for you to return. You’re simply back in your own body, everything is as it should be.”

Silence, both online and offline, then an uproar.

[I thought it was possession, but it’s a body swap?! No, more accurately, a body swap that reversed itself?]

[I understood her dialect! She’s the guy Doctor Wu revived yesterday! So there was a male soul in Xie Zhi’s body?! No wonder I noticed that predatory gaze towards other actresses, I thought she was a lesbian!]

[This explains everything! He was occupying her body before, now they’re both back where they belong. So Wu Heng said she’s fine, no need for treatment.]

[How oblivious are her parents? Their daughter’s soul changed, and they didn’t even notice?!]

The Xie parents, who had initially considered the switched-at-birth scenario, and even discussed raising both, now felt utterly lost.

This was too bizarre!

And they had watched their daughter grow up, noticing every little change, Xie Zhi had always been like this, her personality never suddenly changing.

Father Xie found this absurd, unbelievable. Mother Xie, however, suddenly said, “Honey, do you remember when Zhizhi had that high fever when she was four? She seemed different afterward.”

After that fever, Xie Zhi, who used to love pink princess dresses, suddenly favored toy guns and boys’ clothes.

They found it odd at first, then decided not to impose gender stereotypes on their child.

Who said girls had to like dresses and glitter? And boys couldn’t play with dolls? As long as she was healthy.

So, they didn’t think much of her sudden personality change and even became accustomed to her androgynous style, helping her manage those rumors about her harassing other actresses.

Same-sex marriage was legal. They figured she would bring home a wife one day.

And now this! What was even happening?!

Could it be that her soul was swapped when she was four years old?

“How is this possible?” Xie Zhi, looking at her delicate hands, murmured.

Could it be that she was originally meant to be a girl?

She found it difficult to articulate. Born in a remote village, the only son, she had always dreamed of being a girl.

When she was young, she would dream of a large villa, a beautiful princess room filled with pretty dresses.

Although she no longer had such dreams, she still felt she should have been a girl, not just a desire to be one, but a deep-seated feeling, which no one understood.

After the internet became accessible, she bought a cheap phone and learned to dance from short videos online, happy despite her clumsy movements and the villagers calling her a “transvestite.”

Was Wu Heng telling the truth? Or was she still dreaming?

The distant sound of bells, initially slow, then urgent, Xie Zhi’s eyes glazed over, her body weakening as she collapsed.

“Zhizhi!” Her mother quickly caught her, holding her protectively.

She looked at Wu Heng, her voice filled with fear, “What’s wrong with her?!”

“That’s the sound of soul swapping,” Wu Heng said, “I gave her a talisman, where is it?”

Mother Xie vaguely remembered, Xie Zhi was still holding it yesterday while shopping, complaining it wasn’t working.

Father Xie immediately searched her room, finding it by her bedside, a faint herbal scent lingering, a single character written in dark brown ink.

He placed it in Xie Zhi’s hand, and she shuddered, her body convulsing before she regained consciousness.

She was still here!

It had felt like her soul was being pulled away…

“Zhizhi has always had low blood sugar,” Father Xie, reading the comments, said, resorting to medical explanations.

[Seriously?! I don’t believe it. After witnessing so many strange illnesses, I only trust Wu Heng!]
[It’s hard to believe without seeing it firsthand, especially for the older generation.]
[How can you even test for a soul swap? Is there a DNA test for souls?]

Just as they were discussing this, Mr. Xie’s phone rang. He looked at the unfamiliar number, ready to ignore it, when Xie Zhi suddenly exclaimed, “That’s my number!”

He was about to say he knew his daughter’s number by heart when he realized, Xie Zhi‘s, the young man.

He checked the area code, Wu Heng’s area, and answered.

A young man’s voice, thick with tears and fear, came from the other end, “Dad, help me! I’m cursed, I have a strange illness! I woke up as a farmer, surrounded by mountains, I can’t escape, I’m like a kidnapped woman, sold to some remote village, no one can hear me!”

Hearing this, Father Xie’s heart clenched, that tone, just like his daughter!

Wu Heng chuckled, “Xie, my patient, you’re so close to my clinic, I just saved you yesterday. Why not come for a follow-up consultation? Let me see what kind of incurable illness you have now.”

His fans noticed the change in his tone, a hint of coldness, almost anger.

Xie Zhi, looking at his neatly tended vegetable garden, his face grim, didn’t answer immediately.

Then he started crying, “Mom, Dad! Don’t you want your daughter anymore?! When I was little…”

He began recounting stories of his childhood, laughing and crying, a rollercoaster of emotions for the Xie parents.

Those were their shared memories, the ups and downs of their lives with their daughter.

“Mom, Dad, don’t you believe your daughter? Do you want me to be trapped in this poor, remote village forever? She wants her body back too!”

The Xie parents were at a loss. If it were a switched-at-birth scenario, they would send a car immediately, but a soul swap? They were powerful, but not that powerful.

They checked Wu Heng’s online presence, his perfect track record, he had never been wrong, this…

[Wow, even if they believed Wu Heng and tried to live normally, he planted a seed of doubt, it would eventually explode.]

[Without proper testing methods, this is problematic, but wasn’t Xie Zhi known for being a… not-so-bright celebrity?]
[+1, she used to be clueless, now so eloquent.]
[Even if they followed Wu Heng’s advice now, a few phone calls later, they might consult other practitioners, and those are unpredictable.]

Wu Heng, seeing their confusion, their disbelief, even Xie Zhi herself looking uncertain, softened his tone, “Seeing is believing. I’ll teach you a temporary soul-separation method, so you can see for yourselves.”