A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 93p2

Chapter 93 Part 2

Wu Heng led them down the mountain, stopped by the Nuo God Temple for another offering, then returned to the clinic. It was almost noon.

Wu Su stood in the center of the courtyard and, after a short speech, announced, “Thank you for coming to my son’s coming-of-age ceremony! Let the feast begin!”

It was He Yunxiao and the other rich kids’ first time experiencing a rural banquet, small portions but many dishes.

“Delicious!”

Su Da Yi and the snakes sat at a small table inside, enviously watching the others eat.

It really had lost some weight, just not much.

Eating today meant gaining it all back tomorrow, it had to resist!

“Xiao Heng, come, let’s make a toast.” Wu Su, his face flushed, called out to him.

Following tradition, they had to visit each table.

Wu Heng, glancing at the guests, noticed varying degrees of Yin qi contamination on each of them.

Inevitable in these times.

He looked at Shi Xuan, “Together?”

Shi Xuan immediately picked up a tray with various drinks: strong liquor, rice wine, even red wine.

As he approached each table, his eyes scanning the guests, their Yin qi, like moths to a flame, was drawn to him, and those who were feeling tired suddenly felt energized.

The elderly villagers, observing this, their eyes gleaming, whispered, “Could the Wu family’s wine also ward off evil? I saw the video of Xiao Heng on the mountaintop, even Heaven responded to him!”

Those who had finished their meals lingered, waiting for their toast.

Some guests, slightly drunk, their words slurred, pointing at Wu Heng and Shi Xuan holding the tray, joked with Wu Su, “Middle Wu, is this your son and…hic… son-in-law? Both so handsome, haha.”

Wu Su was taken aback, his mind racing, a son-in-law was indeed closer than a godson… and if Shi Xuan married into his family, wouldn’t Old Man Shi die of anger?

But Shi Xuan seemed straight!

“Have a drink, Uncle,” Shi Xuan, stepping forward, offered him a glass, not denying it.

Wu Su, watching Shi Xuan, bewildered, couldn’t overthink it, and he continued his rounds with a smile.

Wu Heng, seeing that Shi Xuan was now able to control the absorbed Yin qi, was reassured.

[That village banquet looks amazing. Someone just gave a 200 yuan red packet and sat down, apparently had some ailment, and he’s cured now, looks healthy.]

[Rural banquets don’t require large red packets, 200 yuan is enough.]
[So many people, even online viewers! Thousands!]

[That’s nothing, haha, the chefs are crying, non-stop cooking!]

Middle Wu, having planned a “running banquet,” hadn’t anticipated so many rounds. The village chief had to call in chefs from neighboring villages and even the town.

They started at 11 a.m., finally finishing the last round at 4 p.m., more guests arriving for dinner.

The banquet finally ended late that night.

“Alright, Doctor Wu’s ceremony is over, time to return to Xuanmen. Chen Zhao, pack your bags,” the old Daoist said, his stomach full, pocketing a few mandarin oranges.

Chen Zhao, dejected, turned to Wu Heng. “Doctor Wu, what should I do? Our ancestor won’t let us leave, but I really want to be your disciple!”

Even after death, if their ancestor could manifest, his authority superseded the current leader’s.

Wu Heng smiled. “Return to Xuanmen first, I’ll visit you in a few days.”

The old man’s expression changed slightly.

Chen Zhao instantly envisioned a dramatic scene: the famous shaman doctor barging into the Xuanmen, demanding his presence, it just might work.

“Okay! Doctor Wu, don’t forget! I’ll be waiting,” Chen Zhao exclaimed excitedly, then, noticing his master tugging at his sleeve, added quickly, “And my master too.”

He rushed upstairs to pack his meager belongings, and Wu Heng escorted them outside.

Looking at these impoverished Taoist priests, Wu Heng said, “Respect for one’s master is conditional.”

The other practitioners looked at him, puzzled, but the old man seemed thoughtful.

He bowed respectfully. “Doctor Wu, we’ll be waiting for your visit.”

As they walked away, Chen Zhao, dragging his suitcase, looked back repeatedly. “I’ll be back!”

He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and the others still had exams and couldn’t stay in Nan Nuo, with the Lunar New Year approaching, they bid farewell and left.

In just a couple of days, Chengde Medical Clinic’s visitor traffic returned to normal.

That night, as Wu Heng was preparing for his live stream, his schedule getting tighter with the upcoming holidays, a voice behind him, ‘Wu Heng, do you know what’s going on?’

He turned around, Lai Jun, his lantern in hand, a puzzled look on his pale face.

“No clients again?”

Lai Jun shook his head, unusually not concerned about his work, ‘My grandfather, Pockmarked Lai, he brought you to the clinic, then he drowned in the Nuo River, I was still a baby, I never even met him.’

Wu Heng understood.

Ghosts could only return to the human world during festivals or their death anniversaries, and tonight was Pockmarked Lai’s death anniversary, a few days after Wu Heng’s birthday.

‘Before, when I wasn’t an Yin messenger, it made sense that I couldn’t see him, but why isn’t he even coming home on his death anniversary to collect his offerings?‘

He shouldn’t be eligible for reincarnation yet, so why?

Wu Heng asked, “Did your grandmother burn any offerings for him this year?”

Lai Jun was startled, immediately rushing home, seeing Grandma Lai working on some cloth in the courtyard under the streetlight, no trace of burnt offerings.

She hadn’t.

“Xiao Jun, don’t bother with your grandfather. This was… our decision,” she said, her voice hoarse, seeing her grandson’s confused expression.

Lai Jun finally understood. His yearly offerings for his grandfather, all for show, she hadn’t bothered this year, knowing he couldn’t receive them?

‘What’s going on?‘

Grandma Lai’s face was filled with complex emotions, after a long silence, she finally said, “Our Lai family… the five hindrances and three calamities… your father died young, your mother pregnant with our only heir, your grandfather saw in your fate… a premature death… He… he was afraid of our family line ending…”

“To extend your life… your grandfather somehow brought Wu Heng back… you became his guide, gaining eighteen more years,” she revealed.

And because of this, the underworld, perhaps recognizing his service, his experience, had him continue his work as a guide, an Yin messenger.

Lai Jun paused, ‘Huh? The underworld doesn’t do background checks? What about family history affecting career prospects?‘

Grandma Lai: “…”

A wave of sadness washed over him. His grandfather’s efforts, all for naught, he had died at eighteen, a virgin, the Lai family line broken anyway,

So be it, they didn’t have a throne to inherit. And seriously, his grandfather’s brain must have been fried. Instead of making him a guide, why not just have another child with his grandmother?

But…

A sense of guilt gnawed at him, was his extended life, his grandfather’s actions, the reason for Wu Heng’s condition? Wasn’t this their fault then?

He decided to buy some paper weapons from Yang Xing’s shop, as an apology. After all, he had no human money.

When he returned to Chengde Medical Clinic, Wu Heng’s live stream had started, a young man in his mid-twenties on screen.

He had delicate features, long artistic hair, landscape paintings on his wall, and his vision seemed to be impaired, his hand fumbling for something on his desk.

Wu Heng, looking at his closed, unfocused eyes, waited for him to speak.