A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 92p1

Chapter 92 Part 1

Wu Heng couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, just how much time do you spend gaming during work hours?”

Mr. Shi eventually had Wu Su killed off in the original plot. Wu Heng figured, besides discovering the Shi family’s secrets, he probably couldn’t tolerate a steward who slacked off, earned a high salary, and even cursed him behind his back.

Wu Su replied earnestly, “Eight-hour workday, I’m busy for about two hours each day.”

Just picking up Shi Xuan from school, taking him to the garage, and a few other miscellaneous tasks.

Managing a wealthy household required professional skills. Wu Su, a half-baked amateur, was clueless, so Mr. Shi, unwilling to let him go, had to hire a professional assistant.

How could he not have free time?

Wu Heng was silent for a moment. Wu Su’s life was good: freeloading off his father and son, even his boss paid him to be insulted.

“My god, Shi Xuan, you’re…”

He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and the others, having followed them upstairs, were stunned.

So much Yin qi, even they could see it now…

And what… what was this position?!

So Shi Xuan being straight, a lie.

“I’m going to the village store for some snacks. Stop absorbing that stuff! Old Man Shi feeds you well enough!” Wu Su said, worried, he had never seen anything like this in all his years with the Shi family.

Wu Heng, seeing Shi Xuan’s slightly flushed face, said, “He’s… a bit drunk… like altitude sickness, but with Yin qi.”

Lai Jun, the Yin messenger, carrying his lantern, looked around, puzzled, ‘Strange, only Yin qi, no spirits. Is this guy a vacuum cleaner for ghosts?’

The world was in chaos, ordinary people easily contaminated by Yin qi, probably from the village, or even brought in by the tourists.

Wu Heng gently touched Shi Xuan’s cold cheek. “He seems to be a… natural Yin receptacle. All the stray Yin qi is drawn to him.”

Wu Su’s heart sank. Old Man Shi was always worried about his son becoming a monster. Without Xiao Heng’s choker suppressing his powers, he would have been a true menace by now, with his ability to absorb Yin qi.

Perhaps the old man was right after all?

But…

Seeing Shi Xuan, his eyes half-closed, nuzzling Wu Heng’s neck, he thought it was absurd, Shi Xuan, practically raised by him, he might be aloof, but his character wasn’t twisted.

He always thought Shi Zongguang’s methods were wrong, condemning his son even as a baby.

Lai Jun’s eyes gleamed as he started his pitch, ‘What an amazing talent! With so many evil spirits in this world, once he becomes powerful enough, he can suppress them all! The ultimate weapon against evil!’

Then he rubbed his hands together excitedly. ‘Young Master Shi, interested in an internship in the underworld? I’ll personally mentor you, just share twenty percent of your achievements with me!’

He continued, painting a bright future, ‘I’m a veteran Yin messenger! With me, you might even earn a commendation from Yama himself! A promotion, a raise, his personal assistant, ultimate success!’

Networking was important, even in the underworld.

Having seen 014’s success with his disciple, Lai Jun knew veteran experience was invaluable.

He slaved away every day, chasing ghosts, why not let this Yin-absorbing intern do the work, and he could just collect the rewards.

Wu Heng, his hand on the back of Shi Xuan’s head, glared at the Yin messenger, “In your dreams!”

Trying to poach Shi Xuan as his subordinate?! Even if he was destined to be a guide, this wasn’t his fate.

Wu Su, however, thought it wasn’t a bad idea, a cat that caught mice was a good cat, regardless of its color, as long as his intentions were good, what did his constitution matter?

“What should we do? Let’s take him to a room.”

Wu Heng jumped down from the windowsill, He Yunxiao and the others rushing over to help, the little white snake trailing behind them, crying out about wanting to be filial to its godfather.

“Doctor Wu, why are the spirits avoiding you?” He Yunxiao, his eyes narrowed slightly, said uncertainly.

Wherever Wu Heng touched him, the Yin qi would shift. Touching his left arm, it would go to his right. Standing on his left side, it would flow to the right side of his body.

As a shaman doctor, Wu Heng repelled such energy. It was understandable.

Wu Su suddenly had an idea. “Xiao Heng, try hugging Xuan Xuan!”

Wu Heng shivered, the blush on his ears intensifying, “Dad, that’s… not appropriate, is it?”

Wu Su insisted, “If that old fart hadn’t objected, I would have raised him myself! You two would have been childhood friends, nothing to be embarrassed about!”

Practically half a son-in-law.

“I… I’ll deal with this myself later.” He settled Shi Xuan in bed. “Don’t worry, the Yin qi won’t harm him, he’s just not used to having the choker off.”

Wu Su, touching Shi Xuan’s cold forehead, was still concerned. “Xiao Heng, you keep an eye on him tonight, you’re the expert now, with your grandfather away.”

Li Hao and the others stared wide-eyed, “Uncle Wu, spending the night together…? Isn’t that inappropriate?”

Wu Su told them to leave, “They’re both men, what’s wrong with sharing a bed? Patients first! Call us if anything happens!”

Li Hao and his friends, their words catching in their throats, could only leave, they didn’t get it.

Wu Heng, sitting by the bed, said to Chen Zhao, “Go make some exorcism soup for them, not my dad, I don’t want him poisoning you all.”

After they left, Wu Heng fetched a basin of warm water, knelt beside the bed, and gently wiped Shi Xuan’s face. As the warm towel touched his skin, his eyes fluttered open.

Shi Xuan nuzzled the towel against Wu Heng’s palm like a sick kitten.

His voice slightly hoarse, a soft murmur, almost a whisper, “Hug me, okay?”

Wu Heng instantly realized that he had been conscious earlier when his father suggested it, “Your body wasn’t used to absorbing so much Yin qi all at once. A hug might… help…”

Before he could finish, Shi Xuan grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, their bodies pressed together, the scent of sandalwood and the coldness of his Yin qi enveloping him.

Shi Xuan sat up, holding him close, his head resting on his shoulder, his arms tight around him.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, his cold lips brushing against his neck, “And thank you… for not being afraid of me.”

A monster rejected by his own father, and yet, Wu Heng embraced him.

Wu Heng stiffened for a moment, then relaxed against him, feeling the strength of his arms around him.

A shaman doctor who dispelled evil, and yet, he was… strangely drawn to Shi Xuan’s Yin qi…

He could see everyone’s fate, their past and their future, yet Shi Xuan was a mystery, an enigma.

And the more he learned, the more he wanted to know.

He was an adult now, not a child anymore. A strange feeling, and he knew… what it was.

Wu Heng reached behind Shi Xuan, his slender fingers tracing the lines of his back, his arms wrapping around him as he buried his face in his chest.

“Want to… coil around me?” Shi Xuan’s soft question, his voice laced with amusement, sent shivers down his spine.

Wu Heng’s face and ears flushed crimson, he quickly lifted his head, “I… I was treating you just now, Patient Shi.”

Shi Xuan chuckled, pulling him closer. “Too bad, you didn’t try hard enough.”

It wasn’t even an illness to begin with.

Wu Heng looked at Shi Xuan, no longer in discomfort, adapting to his body now that the choker was gone.

He took the jade circlet, chanted a spell, shrinking it to the size of a bracelet, and offered it.

But Shi Xuan took his hand and said, “You’ve given me a new choker. Return this to its owner.”

The physical shackle gone, replaced by an invisible one.

He was his, willingly.

Shi Xuan slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, a surge of energy flowing through him, a warmth spreading from the jade, still carrying Shi Xuan’s essence after eighteen years.

Two opposing forces, yet strangely harmonious.

Wu Heng’s eyes widened, ever since arriving in this world, he had been weaker than his former self, diligently streaming and accumulating merits, hoping to regain his power, and now, on his eighteenth birthday… he had.

“Xiao Heng, don’t sleep in, you have a busy day,” Wu Su, knocking on his door before dawn.

The clinic usually opened at eight, but You Jin had arrived at five-thirty.

The village was overflowing with people, most of Wu Heng’s patients from the past six months, all the guesthouses fully booked, tourists spilling into neighboring villages, even Hezipo Town.

Shi Xuan opened the door in his pajamas, “He’s a bit tired.”

Wu Heng had been adjusting to his restored power, adapting to his now purely Yin body, they had been busy, meditating face to face on the bed until dawn.

Wu Su, looking at Shi Xuan, nodded approvingly. “My son’s medical skills are truly remarkable! He’s finally not randomly absorbing Yin qi. Don’t eat so much junk food,” he added.

Shi Xuan nodded, not bothering to argue, all Yin qi was nourishment for him.

“Dad, I’m awake,” Wu Heng emerged from his room, refreshed, no signs of fatigue.

Wu Su, holding a new set of clothes made by Mother Zhou, looked him up and down.

Still his Xiao Heng, yet different, his skin fairer, his face more defined, a radiant aura surrounding him.

As expected of his son, haha!