Chapter 80 Part 2
The netizens were both disgusted and fascinated, some even calculating that he could probably make pills from all that dust.
“I stopped scrubbing after that. But then the dust started accumulating on my skin, like a layer of lard, with a foul smell,” Sun Zhengtao said helplessly.
He couldn’t win.
[Eww, that’s disgusting! I watched with my eyes closed! No wonder Doctor Wu is wearing a mask, the smell must be terrible! Respect to all medical professionals for dealing with this.]
[Just don’t scrub, what’s the big deal?]
[But not scrubbing isn’t showering. His dust situation is extreme though, his skin is so red.]
[Son, you’re a famous streamer with fifty million followers now?! Oh my god!]
[? Is that appropriate? Calling him “son?” Show some respect!]
Wu Su, holding his normal phone, sat in the train station’s waiting area, then, noticing other passengers watching a live stream, couldn’t resist taking a look, and was stunned.
The doctor on screen was Wu Heng! He even saw You Jin in the background, instantly recognizing his own clinic.
He quickly asked the passenger and downloaded the Shark app, joining the live stream, amazed by the barrage of comments, what an eye-opening experience, he had no idea his son was so popular!
That damned Shi family! If he had access to the internet, he could have watched his son’s live streams, and he wouldn’t have missed home so much.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, not interested in that Sun Zhengtao patient, showering his son with gifts, quickly becoming the top supporter with the username “Wu Heng’s Dad.”
The station’s announcement, “Attention passengers, train G4044 from Beijing to XX is now boarding, please proceed to Gate A.”
A passenger beside him tossed his instant noodle cup into the trash and muttered, wiping his mouth, “What a cursed train number, G4044. I wouldn’t take this if I had other options.”
Other passengers, including some young university students, nodded in agreement.
Wu Su, feeling like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time, were they all this superstitious now? Even train numbers?!
Without commenting, he grabbed his phone and suitcase and joined the queue.
In the live stream, Wu Heng asked, “Any other symptoms?”
His wife replied, “After scrubbing, my husband feels unwell, his body aches, and… he’s losing weight.”
Su Da Yi’s ears perked up.
What?! Losing weight by showering and scrubbing?!
It felt like it weighed a ton after showering, like a wet Lassie.
[Losing weight by showering? How much dirt does he have on his body?!]
[This is clearly an illness, not showering wouldn’t cause this.]
[My friend is in Nan Nuo, and he said the smell from the “inpatient department” is so strong, you can smell it from meters away. And that couple is so cheap, reportedly unwilling to pay extra at the guesthouse.]
[Seriously?! What’s with that username “Wu Heng’s Dad,” so disrespectful.]
Chen Zhao, holding the two plastic bags from Sun Zhengtao, opened one slightly, and the contents made the netizens gag.
Grayish-white dust, two bags full!
Sun Zhengtao chuckled awkwardly, “There’s usually more, I just collected these later, out of curiosity, Doctor Wu, what is this? What’s wrong with me?”
Wu Heng, after observing his face, “A skin disease, some sort of infection. And that’s not just dirt and oil, it’s from your bones, bone dust, as we call it in shamanic medicine.”
Da Bai, nestled in its dog bed, blurted out, “Starch sausage?” It had seen a news report about sausages being made from bone dust.
Xi Xi asked curiously, “Big Brother Da Bai, hungry again?”
Sun Zhengtao almost fell off his chair, “What… what did you say? Bone dust?! From my bones?!”
He suddenly understood why he was losing weight, although he didn’t look thinner.
His bones were disappearing?
He looked at the two bags, his hands trembling slightly.
He was producing his own bone dust, pre-cremation remains?!
How important were bones?! No need for Wu Heng to explain. He and his wife were terrified.
Thankfully he had collected the dust, he would have regretted it if he had thrown it away.
“Doctor Wu, you just said it’s a skin infection, a skin disease, how is it related to my bones?” He asked anxiously.
Skin diseases seemed easier to treat.
Wu Heng, “Did you wear someone else’s secondhand clothes?”
They exchanged a glance, then looked away, embarrassed.
[Secondhand clothes? They’re wearing gold and jewelry! A fur coat! They wouldn’t buy secondhand clothes, would they?]
[What’s wrong with secondhand clothes? I’m a poor university student, I often buy them, especially winter coats, new ones are too expensive, pre-owned ones are affordable and warm! There’s nothing shameful about it!]
[I work at a jewelry store, I was afraid to comment earlier, but that gold chain looks fake…]
[Perhaps a gift from a friend? So the previous owner had a skin disease and he got infected? But shouldn’t you wash clothes before wearing them? Are rich people that careless?]
Sun Zhengtao coughed, tugging at his thin gold chain, “So I contracted this from wearing my friend’s clothes?”
Just some allergy medication then?
Wu Heng glanced at them and said simply, “You only requested a partial refund.”
Wu Su, boarding the train, watched Wu Heng on his phone and said proudly, “That’s my son! The same pulse-taking technique as his grandfather!”
He put his suitcase on the rack, washed up, then settled into his sleeper berth with a bag of snacks.
As the train started moving, the night scenery flashing by, he felt a sense of relief, finally leaving Beijing, going home!
He couldn’t take his eyes off Wu Heng on his phone, noticing that other passengers were also watching his live stream, his son was truly famous now.
Relaxed and content, he felt a wave of drowsiness and dozed off.
He wasn’t sure how long he slept when he was woken up by the sound of the food cart, the attendant asking if anyone wanted to buy anything.
Seeing the other passengers asleep, Wu Su yawned, looking at his phone, the screen now dark, was Wu Heng’s live stream over?
“Sir, would you like something to eat?” a pretty attendant asked.
Wu Su, feeling hungry, looked at the food and nodded.
As he took it, he noticed it was cold, even icy, not a trace of warmth, and unusually heavy.
He opened the lid cautiously, and inside was a box of ashes.
Wu Su’s pupils constricted as he stared at it for a moment, then looked up at the pretty attendant.
She smiled strangely, a chilling smile in the moonlight streaming through the window behind her, her face pale and lifeless, and Wu Su’s eyes narrowed.
He calmly placed the box aside, took out his phone, the screen dark, the app icons eerie again, no internet connection, only the familiar underworld network now.
Trying to scare him, weren’t they? He expertly opened the underworld version of Happy Crush. “Haha, my games are back.”
