A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 88p2

Chapter 88 Part 2

Zhou Yi stopped, surprised. “Teacher Zhou, Cousin, why are you here alone?”

She was his grandfather’s younger brother’s granddaughter, so calling her cousin wasn’t wrong.

After last night’s live stream, the school had asked her to take time off, worried about scaring the students, so she left.

Zhou Yi patted the backseat, “Cousin, let me give you a ride.”

“You’ll be late if you take me, it’s the same if I walk,” she said.

But he insisted. Su Da Yi took the opportunity and jumped on.

Zhou Yi turned the scooter around and headed back to the clinic. Zhou Fenghua, sitting behind him, asked, “Aren’t you afraid of me, A-Yi? You’re usually such a scaredy-cat, and now, even I’m afraid of myself.”

“No,” those close to her didn’t fear death, students, family. “And Xiao Heng said that the era of humans and spirits coexisting is coming.”

Everyone would get used to it eventually.

They arrived at Chengde Medical Clinic. You Jin was sweeping the floor, a delivery cart parked outside, Wu Su had gone to order pigs, Wu Heng washing up in the back. A courier was sitting inside.

Su Da Yi, shaking the bottle of medicine from its backpack, complained it was hungry, asking You Jin to build it a shrine.

“Fenghua!” Zhou Da Gui’s voice, filled with sorrow, called out from the entrance.

He entered with Zhou Yi’s parents, followed by elderly women with facial tattoos, their traditional clothing, carrying clay pots.

Wang Jun and the officers from the Special Events Management Bureau were outside, an ambulance waiting.

Zhou Fenghua stood, her eyes red-rimmed as she greeted them, “Grandpa, Uncle, Auntie.”

The village chief, taking her hand, his voice filled with sadness, “How did this happen? You were our pride and joy.”

Her family was from Wu Miao village, but the Zhou clan’s ancestral hall was in Nan Nuo.

They had celebrated her acceptance to Beijing Normal University, a grand procession, she had even been allowed to enter through the main gate of their ancestral hall. It was that moment that inspired Zhou Yi’s parents, they wanted the same for their son.

“Xiao Jun, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” Grandma Lai suddenly spoke to the air.

The other Gu masters remained impassive.

‘Don’t worry, Grandma, I’m not tired,’ a voice said.

Lai Jun, used to working overtime, checked Zhou Fenghua’s information on his tablet, standing in the shadows, ‘Zhou Fenghua, died at twenty-two, cause of death, head injury from a fall, you should have gone to the underworld, lingering in your body, consumed by the Gu, turning you into a living corpse.’

A soul trapped in a decaying body for too long, its attachments intensifying.

Zhou Fenghua, realizing she could now see those shadowy figures, said, “But Doctor Wu said it was the Gu that did this to me!”

Wu Heng emerged from the backyard and sat at his consultation table, “Your death was natural, the Gu entered afterward.”

At the moment of death, the soul didn’t immediately leave the body, it simply lost control, within twelve hours, it would gradually depart, hence why, in modern medicine, hearing was the last sense to fade.

Zhou Fenghua smiled sadly. “It doesn’t matter now, as long as my students aren’t affected.”

She turned to the Gu masters she had contacted last night. Those black pots in their hands, her fate?

She looked at the bag in her hand, a burial shroud she had chosen herself, she took the insect repellent and followed You Jin inside.

Wu Heng folded a paper person, wrote Zhou Fenghua’s birth date on it, then looked at the courier, “What seems to be the problem?”

The courier looked at the closed door to the inner room, “Shouldn’t we see Teacher Zhou first? I’m not in a hurry.”

Wu Heng shook his head, gesturing for him to sit.

“It’s strange, Doctor Wu, my static electricity is really bad! I keep shocking people when delivering packages!”

He took out an electrical tester and touched his hand, the light flashing.

“Not just my hands, but my hair, my face, my legs, even my nose hairs!”

Chen Zhao, who was studying, quipped, “You’re the reincarnation of the God of Lightning.”

The courier complained, “It’s especially bad when I shower! I’ve been relying on the medicine you gave me, but it’s almost gone.”

“Really that bad?” Wang Jun entered, looking at him curiously.

He touched the man’s shoulder, a jolt of electricity running through him, he immediately withdrew his hand.

There really was electricity, and not… static.

“It’s nothing serious, just some negative energy,” Wu Heng prepared some medicine, “A student who died from electrocution is attached to you.”

The courier was shocked. “What?!”

‘Where do you live?’ Lai Jun’s eyes lit up.

Grandma Lai, seeing him not react, relayed the question, and the courier gave his address. Lai Jun immediately rushed out with his lantern.

“Attached? But where should he be?” Father Zhou mumbled.

Mother Zhou glared at him and whispered, “Where else? School! Why a residential building?”

Seeing Zhou Yi looking at them, they quickly smiled, not daring to mention studying, afraid of triggering him again.

Wu Heng had Zhou Yi close the door, to distract him.

Just then, the black pots in the Gu masters’ hands started vibrating, they quickly clutched them, but the vibrations intensified, whatever was inside trying to escape.

“What’s going on?” one of them exclaimed.

Insects were common in these remote villages, and thus, Gu masters, these women, living alone in the most remote areas, cultivating their Gu.

The insects in their pots, the strongest, hundreds battling in confined spaces, devouring each other, the survivor, the Gu.

They had never seen such violent reactions before.

‘I… I’m a ghost?’ Zhou Fenghua, instead of opening the door, floated out, staring blankly at everyone.

Wu Heng turned to Wang Jun, who ordered his officers, “Secure the body!”

The Special Events Management Bureau had been discussing all night, they didn’t know what a living corpse was capable of, cremation seemed like the best solution.

The officers, talismans in their pockets, opened the door and saw her lifeless body.

A black insect crawled out from under her, and with incredible speed, rushed towards the door. Wang Jun’s reflexes kicked in, and he stomped on it.

He felt a sharp pain through his shoe, like stepping on a rock, lifting his foot.

“What kind of insect is that?” he muttered, the bug, escaping, the doors and windows sealed, now trapped inside.

‘Aaaa! A bug, a scary bug,’ Da Bai hissed, its body raised, “Xi Xi!”

Xi Xi, also alert, stared at the insect and hissed a warning.

Snakes ate insects.

The Gu masters were shocked, this insect wasn’t ordinary, radiating such strong Yin qi, they had come not just for Zhou Fenghua’s last wishes, but also to witness this “corpse Gu.”

The lid of one pot was suddenly flung open. A golden silkworm crawled out, attacking the Gu worm, only to be quickly overpowered, the latter biting its wings, the Gu master’s horrified cry echoing, then swallowing it whole.

The Gu master almost went mad. “My golden silkworm! Twenty years! Gone?!”

The other pots started vibrating, the smell of blood attracting the other Gu worms, the most ferocious, the survivors of countless battles, who could resist?

One after another, they emerged, attacking the living corpse Gu.

The clinic became a battlefield, insects swarming, blood and green goo splattering, severed limbs everywhere, the stench overwhelming, the temperature dropping, the Yin qi intensifying.

Zhou Da Gui and the other ordinary people were terrified, huddling closer to Wu Heng’s consultation table.

“It ate them all… that thing ate them all…”

In just a few minutes, it had grown larger, its movements sluggish now, seemingly full.

Su Da Yi emerged from its bed, “See? Eating makes you fat. It’s not my fault!”

Wu Heng: “…” Really?

Grandma Lai, her eyes a strange mixture of horror and fascination, murmured, “Indeed… Gu worms are naturally competitive…”

But this one… exceptionally so.

Never before had she seen such carnage. It must have been raised on human blood…

Zhou Yi asked, “Like fighting crickets?”

Cricket fights were to the death.

Zhou Fenghua, a ghost now, having believed that being a ghost would be miserable, felt a strange sense of relief, although some thoughts, some attachments, lingered.

She immediately said to Zhou Yi, ‘Write a story about it, a 120-word essay for the college entrance exam, the exciting bug fight you just witnessed.’

Zhou Yi silently took off his glasses. No, thank you.