A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 98p2

Chapter 98 Part 2

But he didn’t dare say that aloud. Looking at the leader respectfully, “You misunderstand, Master. I just failed the selection process for the national Nuo opera, so I thought I would try elsewhere.”

The leader’s face darkened, trying to mock him with that “national Nuo opera” comment.

Their glorious Xuanmen, receiving so few slots for such an important event, less than those outsiders, and he was being sarcastic.

“Such an unfilial disciple! Where’s his master?” he roared.

The old man immediately stepped forward and bowed repeatedly, “He’s from the medical department. Please calm down, Master, I’ll discipline him.”

Best to stay out of sight, just endure the hardships, they were used to it.

He picked up a willow branch and chased after Chen Zhao, pretending to hit him.

Useless, this master, although quite protective, he was unskilled, easily tricked.

The leader was furious, this master-disciple duo, all talk, no action, they should just join the entertainment industry.

Just as he was about to send them away for “self-reflection,” a young man in black entered.

They stared at Wu Heng in shock, how… how did he get in?

“Isn’t that Doctor Wu Heng from Chengde Medical Clinic?” a practitioner exclaimed.

Wu Heng dusted off some Yin qi and said, “Visited so many wells, and this one, the Yin qi is so strong it could be a branch office for the underworld.”

Chen Zhao, seeing him, rushed over, crying, “Doctor Wu, you’re really here for me!”

The old man, not saying anything, moved closer, buy one, get one free, after all.

Wu Heng, ignoring him, looked at the majestic golden statue, a faint smile playing on his lips.

They all knew of his recent fame, his grandfather’s role in developing the vaccine, Chengde Medical Clinic in the spotlight,

So the Xuanmen leader said politely, “Doctor Wu, you’re an outsider, unfamiliar with our customs. Our disciples require permission to leave, from both the leadership and our ancestors, we ask that you not interfere.”

He then scrutinized Chen Zhao, wondering if he had missed something, this Chen Zhao had been with them for over twenty years, an ordinary disciple, nothing exceptional.

Wu Heng, traveling all the way from Nan Nuo, just for him?

He couldn’t understand.

Wu Heng looked at the statue, its aura seeping outwards, and suggested, “Rules are important, but so are people.”

“Why not… expel him?”

The Xuanmen disciples: “?”

What?!

Expel him?!

Besides the fact that practitioners valued their reputation greatly, there was a more crucial reason –

Modern teachers and students weren’t the same as ancient masters and disciples. The bond was like father and son, reflected even in their faces. A master’s influence visible in a disciple’s “parents’ palace,” crucial for those practicing metaphysics, even influencing their reincarnation judgment.

A disciple expelled for greed, betraying a twenty-year bond, that would surely affect his next life, and besides, what kind of disciple deserved expulsion?

A heinous crime, defying the laws of Heaven.

Internal matters were handled internally, in their thousand-year history, barely a handful expelled.

And with the internet and its memory, a disgraced practitioner wouldn’t have a future.

Chen Zhao was also dumbfounded. That was Doctor Wu’s solution?!

This…

He wanted to leave with dignity.

His master, whispering in his ear, “We can just change your name after we leave. Chen Zhao, ‘zhao’ for attracting wealth .”

Chen Zhao: “…”

His master was even more eager to escape!

The leader sneered. “You think it’s that easy? Those expelled are branded for life, like livestock, changing your name is useless.”

This Wu Heng, still young and naive, offering useless advice.

Wu Heng said, “Perhaps I wasn’t clear, a misunderstanding.”

He pointed at the large golden statue in the center. “Why not expel him?”

A direct approach.

Silence, everyone staring at him as if he was a madman, had he lost his mind?!

Expelling their founder?! The one who brought them from obscurity to the pinnacle of the metaphysics world?!

Instantly, they were all enraged, their leader roaring, “Seize him! This disrespectful wretch who dares insult our sect!”

Wu Heng saw the disciples reach for their talismans and weapons. The old man quickly intervened, “Calm down, everyone! He’s young, just joking! I’ll escort him out.”

Chen Zhao no longer cared about leaving, as long as Wu Heng was safe, he pulled at his sleeve, whispering, “Doctor Wu, on the count of three, run with me! I know a shortcut to the well.”

Wu Heng, noticing his new clothes wrinkling from Chen Zhao’s grip, gently pulled away, not budging.

In that hesitation, he was surrounded, Chen Zhao’s face covered in sweat.

“Preposterous! A lowly intern like you, daring to spout such nonsense!” the leader’s hand trembled as he pointed at Wu Heng.

No matter how skilled he was, he was still an intern with their certificate! Even those independent practitioners had to be certified by them, this was the modern world!

And an outsider meddling in their internal affairs?!

Wu Heng smiled. “Countless sects under the Taoist umbrella, and your Xuanmen originated from witchcraft. Coincidentally, I’m a shaman.”

The leader was about to berate him, even if he was right, their ancestor, who had ascended millennia ago, was still his senior! How dare he?!

But then, Wu Heng raised his left hand, a ray of sunlight from the cloudy sky falling upon his palm.

He waved his hand, a golden script, ancient runes glowing with a powerful righteousness, a message from the Heavenly Dao itself, its power undeniable, washing over the Xuanmen disciples, silencing them.

Their own texts mentioned ancient shaman doctors receiving a decree from Heaven, and in the entire history of the Xuanmen, none had been so honored, this confirmed the stories of Wu Heng.

They stared, stunned. Like a living fossil, this Wu Heng, from a time long past.

This would explain his power, his abilities. He didn’t need their certificate, he was the true master.

Wu Heng lowered his hand, dispersing the glowing script. “So, who’s the senior now? Do I have a say?”

As if waking from a dream, the disciples dropped their talismans and weapons.

The entire Xuanmen knelt, their voices in unison. “We welcome our ancestor’s return.”