A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 83p1

Chapter 83 Part 1

Chen Ying quickly grabbed her suitcase and followed Wu Su.

The other passengers, seeing the only connection to Wu Heng leave, became even more anxious. “Doctor Wu, what should we do? Will those things come onto the train? Is the ginger still effective?”

Although ginger could ward off evil, it wasn’t enough against the spirits in Ping An village. But seeing their fear, Wu Heng didn’t tell them the truth. “Yes, it’s still effective. Make ginger tea, Banlangen (a Chinese herbal remedy for colds and flu) also works.”

Ginger was for protection, and hot ginger tea could also prevent colds. Illness weakened your qi, making you vulnerable.

Wu Heng added, his expression serious, “Only drink the water on the train. Don’t touch any water outside. Seal the windows, and have some strong men guard the doors, don’t open them for anyone, no matter who knocks, until dawn.”

The remaining passengers felt a chill, nodding in agreement.

The disabled woman rummaged through her bag and took out a large bag of fresh ginger. Although not old ginger, it was like gold now, attracting envious stares.

She said shyly, “I bought this in X City, it was cheap. For making pickled vegetables. Since it’s useful, let’s make ginger tea, everyone.”

Those who had been planning to buy it at a high price fell silent, embarrassed, and they started searching their luggage for useful items.

“I have Banlangen granules.”

“I have some leftover food in my thermos.”

“I have a new down jacket, anyone who needs it, feel free to use it.”

A burly man raised his hand. “I’m a former soldier, I’ll guard the door.”

The man from the upper bunk also volunteered. “I used to run a farm. Although it went bankrupt, I slaughtered many animals. I still have some… killer instinct.”

“I work out regularly, my yang qi is strong. I’ll guard the door too.”

[My god, look at them, all good people, they don’t deserve to be harmed by evil spirits.]
[I’m so worried for my family!]
[I hope those evil ghosts are captured and destroyed! Unforgivable!]

[If they killed over a thousand people, that’s a major crime, even in the underworld! They deserve to be punished severely!]

Those with family members on the train frantically searched the live stream, cursing in the comments.

“Let’s go.” Wu Su and Chen Ying got off the train, watching the strong men close the doors behind them, then followed the other passengers towards the village.

Chen Ying, a city girl, had never walked on a dark, narrow country road before, no streetlights.

She felt uneasy and started talking to Wu Su, “Uncle Wu, you don’t… look like someone who would buy secondhand clothes…”

She recognized his expensive brand-name jacket.

Wu Su, taking her suitcase, said casually, “I don’t. But I’ve seen many things like this over the years. It must be the lingering Yin qi from that Young Master. Bad luck. But I’ve resigned, no more Yin qi now, good times ahead.”

Wu Heng, hearing this, glanced at Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan coughed, he thought Steward Wu was too naive.

Chen Ying, thinking he was Doctor Wu’s father, must also be capable, asked hopefully, “Uncle Wu, I heard that girl earlier call you… Middle Wu? Are you a doctor too?”

Medical skills were often passed down through generations, perhaps the mysterious shamanic arts too?

Wu Su, reminiscing about his younger days, said with a smile, “No, I’m not a doctor. I wanted to inherit my father’s clinic, Chengde Medical Clinic, but he was terrified of my grand ambitions, scared I would kill his patients with my prescriptions and ruin his reputation, so he took on a little apprentice.”

“Then I thought, okay, if he’s afraid of me ruining his clinic, I’ll open my own, Ju De Medical Clinic, in town, and he begged me not to. He was afraid I would lose all his savings, that he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace even after death, so I left and found a job elsewhere, just coasting along.”

Chen Ying chuckled, her nervousness dissipating, figuring this Uncle Wu was being modest, he must have done well for himself, judging by his clothes.

Wu Heng and You Jin exchanged a smile. You Jin said, “Uncle Wu Su, I’ve cleaned your room, it’s waiting for you! My mother and the other grandmothers in the village are preparing cured hams and sausages for the new year. We’ll save some for you.”

Wu Su’s eyes lit up. “Great!”

His father hadn’t chosen the wrong apprentice.

[Hahaha, so it really is Doctor Wu’s dad! We’re safe then. He wouldn’t let his father be harmed, right?]
[Their family seems quite close. I’m envious.]

[Lunar New Year is coming soon, stay safe everyone. Doctor Wu, what about the situation inside? Is it under control?]

[That village doesn’t seem too bad, signs of life, smoke from cooking.]

[Cooking in the middle of the night… something’s not right.]

Wu Heng, deep in thought, “We’ll wait and see. If anything happens, I’ll go there immediately.”

Wu Su and Chen Ying followed behind as the panicked passengers rushed ahead, leaving them far behind.

A young man in the lead, entering Ping An village, saw the dilapidated houses and gasped for air.

Exhausted.

He looked around. A typical impoverished rural village, some houses still mud brick structures from decades ago, spiderwebs hanging from the eaves, wooden doors slightly ajar.

Smoke rose from the chimneys of every house, as if they had all started cooking at the same time, too far to smell the food, though.

Poverty was fine, as long as there were living people, everything would be alright.

He was about to knock on a door when it creaked open, a woman with disheveled hair emerging, looking at him appraisingly.

He figured she had just woken up, her hair messy from sleep, and said, panting, “Don’t be afraid, ma’am, I’m not a bad person, our train broke down, we need help!”

Another passenger running up added, “Yes, ma’am, we’re stranded! Do you have a phone? No signal here, we need to call the police.”

He rummaged through his pockets and found a ten-yuan bill, handing it over.

The woman took it, examining it as if checking for counterfeits.

She pocketed the money, then, looking at them like they were livestock, said, her voice hoarse, “I see, five years ago, another train derailed nearby, some passengers came here too.”

More passengers arrived, panting and echoing, “Yes, yes, fellow countrymen, helping each other out…”

“Wake up! Everyone wake up! We have guests!” the woman shouted, her voice sharp with excitement.

Lights flickered on in the houses as women emerged, looking at the passengers with strange smiles.

The passengers, afraid of intruding, huddled together in the courtyard, waiting for instructions.

The women were hospitable, bringing out benches and water.

Sitting down, taking the porcelain bowls of water, the passengers thanked them repeatedly.

Kind people still existed.

Although it was cold water, having run for their lives, their bodies warm, throats parched, they drank it eagerly.

A young woman, her voice laced with unease, “Auntie, what kind of water is this?”

The woman smiled, “Well water, what else? We’re a village. Too many of you, no time to boil water.”

A man scolded her, “Don’t be so picky! We’re lucky to even have water!” then smiled at the woman.

The young woman, looking at the chipped bowl, her throat still parched, didn’t drink it, secretly pouring it away.

She was a fan of Wu Heng’s live streams and remembered him saying well water was Yin, it was best to boil it.

Someone asked casually, “Where are the men in your village?”

The woman in charge chuckled. “They’re all working elsewhere, they’ll be back for the new year.”

Everyone nodded, a familiar story in rural areas, men leaving their families to work in the cities.

A passenger whispered to his companion, “Something’s not right… but I can’t put my finger on it.”

But their faces were rosy, their shadows visible under the lights, definitely human, perhaps they were just being paranoid after that terrifying experience on the train.

The woman in charge, adjusting her headscarf, asked enthusiastically, “Have you eaten? Dinner with us?”

The passengers, their minds slightly foggy after drinking the water, nodded almost instinctively.

“But it’s so late,” one couldn’t help but ask, “2 a.m., isn’t this breakfast time?”

The woman glanced at another woman, shorter but sharper, who smiled and said, “It’s our village’s tradition. An early breakfast, so we have energy for work later.”

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

The women brought out plates of rice and pickled vegetables, no meat. The passengers didn’t complain, this was a poor village, they couldn’t expect a feast. They were grateful for the food.

Some started eating, others declined.

“Why is there no signal? I read online that even remote villages have cell towers now,” a passenger muttered, looking at the woman in charge, “Ma’am, what’s your name?”