Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Wang Jun looked at the young man in front of him with surprise. The young man had smooth, jet-black hair and a fair, handsome appearance, not at all resembling a street thug who could cause trouble.

Wang Jun and his colleagues were all in plain clothes. After showing their badges, they said sternly, "Wu Heng, we have received reports from the public that you are practicing medicine online without a license. Please come with us."

Li Hao and the others felt a pang of anxiety—something had indeed gone wrong!

He Yunxiao's snake fetus was at least part of a shamanic ritual, and their habit of crawling around was cured by Dr. Wu Heng using a feather duster. Even Huang Zhigang's swollen throat was treated by Wu Heng with just a mud pill.

But Fan Tu was different. Wu Heng had once said during a live stream that he would prescribe medicine and pour it over her head. Someone reported it, and now it's all over. It was unclear if someone from the Fan family had betrayed them, but before the illness was even cured, the doctor had been arrested.

"Officers, what's wrong with our Xiao Heng? He's not all there. You can't hold a kid like him accountable!" You Jin, not knowing what had happened, only saw the plainclothes police arriving and quickly stepped forward to help defend him.

"And Officer Wang, our old Dr. Wu from Chengde Medical Hall has been up in the mountains gathering herbs for ten days now. Shouldn't we send someone to look for him?" You Jin nervously changed the subject.

"Dr. Wu Heng doesn't need to worry. He has to come with us," Wang Jun said without elaborating, simply gesturing for Wu Heng to follow them.

The live stream was abruptly cut off, and the screen went dark.

You Jin and the others chased out the door of Chengde Medical Hall. Li Hao shouted from behind, "Dr. Wu Heng, don't be afraid. You're still a minor. At most, you'll be educated and asked to write a statement. It's not a big deal."

They had some experience in these matters.

You Jin, frantic, stomped his feet like an ant on a hot pan, crying out in anxiety, "What? He has to write a statement? Our Xiao Heng hasn't even written a 200-word elementary school essay before!"

This was going to kill their Xiao Heng!

Wu Heng: "..."

Brother You Jin, that's a bit excessive.

Watching the group leave, Li Hao thought for a moment and then said decisively, "Brother You Jin, don't worry. We'll follow them and see."

Nan Nuo Village was remote, and the nearest police station was seven or eight kilometers away. To leave the village, they had to pass through the eastern part of the village.

No one noticed the dry well in the eastern part of the village, which had recently come back to life. A small white snake with two tiny horns was lying there, munching on fast food and staring intently at Wu Heng and the others as they left.

The little white snake let out a burp, hissed, and slithered off toward Zhou Yi's house.

-

With Wu Heng taken away by the police, the discussion section on Shark Video Platform blew up.

"Were those plainclothes officers? He really got caught! Just as he was rising to fame, his empire fell apart. What a shame, losing an account with over two million followers in just a few days."

"Oh my god, who reported him? Fan Tu's illness isn't even cured yet, is it? Isn't this a death sentence for her? How cruel."

"I've had my eye on this online scam for a long time. Practicing medicine without a license—shouldn't he be arrested? Whoever reported him did us all a favor. *chuckles*"

"Did anyone notice the patient who was live-streaming with the host earlier? The old man who flashed by for a moment was the former dean of the largest top hospital in the capital city... Maybe the live stream will return."

Fan Tu, with her head adorned with a vibrant red plant and hair like dry twigs, had been soaked with Wu Heng's medicinal concoction. She felt better than she had in months, almost as if she had never been sick.

Not only did she feel better, but when she looked in the mirror, she could see that the buds on her head had started to bloom, and her condition had improved significantly.

She was looking forward to her follow-up with Wu Heng, but the first thing she saw was the news.

During Wu Heng's live stream today, while he was consulting with a patient from a top hospital who was picking their belly button, before he could even ask about the condition, the police took him away, and the live stream was cut off!

Damn it, who the hell reported him?

What will happen to her?

They had no clue how to contact Wu Heng privately!

Fan Xuan quickly steadied Fan Tu, soothing her, "Sister, just wait a bit longer. Dr. Wu Heng should be released. At worst, I'll go ask He Yunxiao for Dr. Wu Heng's contact information and take you to see him offline, as long as he's out there."

Fan Tu was worried, thinking about how handsome Wu Heng was, and she really hoped he wouldn’t land in jail because of her.

Looking at her confident younger brother, Fan Tu realized that, annoying as he usually was, he was far more dependable than her boyfriend when it really counted.

If it weren’t for the fact that her future father-in-law was too nice and rich, she really wanted to kick him out!

-

Meanwhile, Wu Heng obediently boarded the police car parked at the village entrance, enjoying the scenery outside the village. The lush mountains and clear waters were especially soothing, no wonder Grandpa Zhou Yi was dead set on working with the government to boost tourism and help the villagers prosper.

"You don’t seem scared at all," Wang Jun laughed beside him.

In their line of work, they were never short of insight. Wu Heng clearly wasn’t someone who often got into trouble and needed to be educated. It was rare to see someone so calm sitting in a police car.

Wu Heng turned to look at Wang Jun beside him, who had a square face and strong eyebrows that exuded righteousness. "Officer Wang Jun, how about I take your pulse?"

The young officer in the front seat chimed in, "Our Brother Wang is in great health."

With nothing else to do on the ride, and given Wu Heng’s background in the medical hall, Wang Jun actually offered his left hand.

"You’ve got an old injury on your left side that hasn’t healed, and your knees are bound to ache at night come October," Wu Heng’s fingertips just slightly touched the pulse before he withdrew his hand and added, "Your wisdom teeth will act up in seven days."

Wang Jun was startled and couldn’t help but look at Wu Heng more seriously.

This... this kid really takes after his old Chinese medicine grandfather; he actually nailed it. The old injury on his left side was from a knife wound during a chase, and the knee pain was from years of wear and tear, something only his family knew, but since many cops deal with similar problems, it wasn’t a stretch to guess.

But the wisdom teeth... Wang Jun had never had a dental X-ray, and at thirty-three, he had never experienced wisdom tooth pain. He’d seen colleagues suffer from it and secretly patted himself on the back, thinking he probably didn’t have wisdom teeth. But turns out he did have them, and they’d flare up in seven days? What are the odds?

Wang Jun thought it over, suddenly getting what Wu Heng was up to.

"Young man, you’ve got some skills in Chinese medicine, so why are you flaunting them and practicing without a license online?"

He could’ve just stuck to giving health advice online without any trouble, but his live streams were getting weirder and weirder! It was only a matter of time before someone reported him.

Wu Heng ignored the question and asked instead, "Got any cash and coins?"

Their rural area wasn’t like the big cities where everyone uses QR codes; plenty of folks still use cash. Wang Jun rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled hundred-yuan bill and a one-yuan coin.

Wu Heng took them, glanced at the serial number on the red bill, and said, "Not a bad number."

Wu Heng tucked the coin between the bills, swiftly folding the money into a triangle and giving it a squeeze to feel the coin inside.

After folding it, Wu Heng handed the 101 yuan back to Wang Jun, who looked at the folded money in surprise.

"Has your daughter been feverish for three days but not getting better?"

Wang Jun was shocked, almost standing up and hitting the car roof. How did Wu Heng know?

Their area was small, with not many medical halls. Nan Nuo Village only had the Chengde Medical Hall. He trusted the old doctor’s skills, but he had been out collecting herbs and hadn’t returned yet, leaving only You Jin, a young apprentice, in the hall. The Wang family didn’t trust the young apprentice’s skills, so they took the child to several clinics in town, but none had any effect.

Wang Jun was sure it was his first time meeting Wu Heng, so how did he know? Wang Jun instinctively looked at the rearview mirror, and his teammate in the passenger seat, catching his glance, silently shook his head, indicating he hadn’t revealed anything.

"You picked up something dirty on your mission, and your young daughter was affected by it," Wu Heng explained, ignoring Wang Jun’s changing expression. "Use this money for your daughter first. If she doesn’t get better in a couple of days, come to me for medicine."

Wang Jun held the folded money, joking, "Young man, can you also tell fortunes? So are you a fortune teller or a doctor?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, fortune-tellers and doctors are not on the same path. The former are charlatans who deceive people, while the latter are benevolent individuals who truly save lives.

Wu Heng: "Officer Wang, do you know about the Taixi Pulse? Shamans can diagnose a patient by feeling their pulse and, based on the changes, predict their fortunes and misfortunes."

Inside the car, except for the sound of the wind outside, it was dead silent.

Officer Wang and his team had mixed reactions. Wu Heng was undoubtedly the boldest one, daring to openly engage in such mysterious practices in front of these police officers.

The junior officer in the passenger seat secretly searched on his browser and was shocked to find that it was indeed a thing.

"This money..."

Wu Heng was always patient with his patients. He explained, "You are police officers, naturally filled with righteous energy, so evil entities can't get close but can cling to you. Those with weak energy at home are easily affected."

"The red banknote carries the righteous energy of a great man and absorbs yang energy from many people as it circulates."

Coins, especially, are great at warding off evil. Folding the coin in red banknote into a triangle packs all the yang energy into a small peace talisman, better than temple-blessed bracelets.

Officer Wang gulped, speechless for a moment.

Alright, thanks for that.

Originally, they were taking Wu Heng to the station to meet someone from higher up. After that, they would educate him, have a chat, make him write a 1000-word pledge, and then let him go. Now, Wu Heng was schooling them.

The car stopped inside the police station, and Wu Heng followed Officer Wang and his team inside.

In the lobby stood a young man with a peach wood sword strapped to his back, his clothes dotted with patches. Chen Zhao had short, messy hair, stood straight, and radiated righteousness.

As they walked in, Chen Zhao zeroed in on Wu Heng. He cut to the chase: "Why are you practicing medicine without a license?"

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow. Officer Wang and his team were one thing, but this cultivator had the nerve to question him. Of course, he had a license. His shamanic seal was a gift from the ancient heavens, but for some reason, he couldn't produce it in this world, possibly due to insufficient power.

Wu Heng had to admit, this world's tech was handy—they accepted digital copies.

Seeing Wu Heng stay quiet, Chen Zhao figured he was stumped. He pulled out a black-and-white A4 printout from his backpack and handed it over, saying, "We from the Mystic Sect caught your live streams online. After a departmental meeting, we decided to make an exception and grant you this certificate."

The A4 sheet had his name in seal script, with "Intern Daoist Physician Certificate" in the center, issued by the Mystic Sect's Daoist Physician Division, stamped with a messy red seal.

Chen Zhao watched as Wu Heng's eyes widened, then twisted into a look of disgust.

In recent years, the world's grown more chaotic, with evil spirits popping up everywhere. Ordinary folks are more likely to get sick from weird causes. However, it's very difficult for those in the metaphysical field to obtain official certificates from the Mystic Sect.

Wu Heng's excitement made sense; Chen Zhao got it.

Wu Heng said, "The character for 'certificate' is wrong. Don't you know how to read?"

Chen Zhao was incredulous: "What?"

"Oh, it really is wrong," Chen Zhao leaned over to look and cursed under his breath, then awkwardly said, "Just roll with it. The seal's legit, and everyone knows it."

Wu Heng: "..."

It didn't seem very official.

Chen Zhao then asked with a hint of expectation, "How about you give me fifty bucks, and I'll help you apply for a new one?"

Having finally come out, Chen Zhao wanted to make a little extra cash.

Officer Wang and the other police officers: "..."

Is this the expert that the boss said was sent from above?

Why do they seem more and more like charlatans?

Wu Heng stared at the thin printed paper. The paper itself was ordinary, but the faintly spiritual red seal stood out. Wu Heng remembered from the book he knew, the Xuanmen was indeed a relatively official metaphysical institution.

Although it was just a trainee Daoist Physician license with a typo, as long as it was uploaded to the Shark Video Platform backend, no matter how baseless the accusations from netizens about him practicing medicine without a license or scamming people with metaphysics, they wouldn’t hold up.

Even though it’s trash, it’s still somewhat useful.

Wu Heng remembered that in the book, the Xuanmen issued a high-profile certificate to Shi Xuan, which the antagonist tore up without a second thought. He didn't expect this lower-tier version of the certificate to be issued to him in advance, and the key point was that he didn't even apply for it.

Wu Heng was curious: "With this certificate, can I do online consultations without worrying about being reported? Any restrictions?"

Chen Zhao said: "This is just a trainee Daoist Physician license, with very limited permissions. Large-scale Xuanmen procedures, exorcism rituals, and other activities are not allowed without the presence of at least five practitioners... In any case, you can’t handle advanced stuff, or you’ll face sanctions."

Wu Heng immediately said: "I plan to sell ointments in the future. Want some mosquito repellent? The first batch is 30% off."

Selling some traditional remedies wouldn't be regulated by the Xuanmen, and ordinary netizens couldn't do anything to Wu Heng now that he had a certificate.

Chen Zhao gave Wu Heng a once-over, a flicker of disbelief and mockery in his eyes.

Did he look like he had money?!

Or was he not dressed shabbily enough?

He was still waiting to deliver this certificate and find a ride to the top hospital in the capital city to treat a patient. His master was being unusually generous this time, saying he’d get 500 yuan if he cured the patient!

Money-making opportunities don’t come often, so he’d better make the most of this one.

Chen Zhao didn't even think before refusing.

In fact, Taoist practitioners and cultivators all know a bit of medicine, and Daoist Physicians evolved from this. Daoist and medical practices are inseparable.

In the Xuanmen, homemade remedies like mosquito repellent are pretty common. Chen Zhao could quietly take a few to sell, so why would he spend money buying mosquito repellent from a trainee Daoist Physician like Wu Heng?

Trying to hustle him? How naive!

Seeing Chen Zhao in a hurry to leave, Wu Heng softly said, looking at the back of his head: "You can't handle the top hospital matter."

Hearing this, Chen Zhao realized his master’s connections weren’t reliable. How did a small Daoist Physician even know about this money-making opportunity?

Chen Zhao sped up even more. If he didn’t hurry, other Taoists, mediums, witch doctors, and feng shui masters would beat him to it, and how would he earn that 500 yuan?!

Wu Heng suddenly felt he didn’t care enough about money.

Wu Heng put away the typo-ridden trainee certificate and looked at Wang Jun and the others who had been standing there dumbfounded for a while. He smiled and asked: "Officer Wang, are you still planning to take me for tea and make me write a thousand-word self-criticism?"

Wang Jun: "..."

Damn, he’s certified and operating legally now!

What’s there to lecture him about? What’s the point of a self-criticism?

Wang Jun and the other officers were confused. Since when was there a Xuanmen above them?

The boss walked by holding a thermos cup and just mysteriously said: "If you run into any mysterious events you can’t handle, report them to the Xuanmen."

Wu Heng roughly figured it out. In just a few days, he had gained over two million followers on the Shark Video Platform, and each of his livestreams was quite high-profile. Yet, the Xuanmen gave him a trainee Daoist Physician license (even if it wasn’t very useful).

This hinted at a subtle signal that with evil spirits everywhere these days, ordinary people are more likely to catch all sorts of supernatural illnesses. So, his flashy livestreams actually got the green light.

Wu Heng got an idea. Since he was done here, he decided to leave the police station.

Wang Jun absentmindedly touched the triangular paper money with coins in his pocket, with some wild ideas, and he dashed out of the police station.

Wu Heng didn't go far, stopping at a corner near the police station.

At the corner, paper money ashes were flying all over the place, and a hunched old woman was burning paper money, the flames roaring.

Nan Nuo Village used gold and silver paper money from the underworld, unlike the city's paper money with holes punched in it. They used plain yellow paper money.

Wang Jun was shocked. Burning paper money near the police station? That's bold!

As he got closer, he saw it was old lady Lai from Nan Nuo Village. A few days ago, he'd issued a death certificate for old lady Lai's grandson, Lai Wazi. Today seemed to be his seventh day after death.

Why burn paper money outside the police station instead of at his grave?

Wu Heng stood by the fire, watching the ashes swirl into the night sky, as if ghosts were claiming them.

Old lady Lai, a loving grandmother, knew evil spirits wouldn't dare snatch the belongings of the newly deceased near the righteous police station.

Wu Heng smiled, "Not many evil spirits dare snatch the underworld messengers' paper money."

Old lady Lai startled, looking up at Wu Heng, "Underworld... messengers?"

Wu Heng nodded at the shadowy figure near the fire. Actually, underworld messengers aren't evil spirits, but they weren't exactly kind-hearted in life either, or they couldn't handle the captured spirits.

Lai Wazi wasn't exactly bad, but he wasn't a model student either.

Old lady Lai sighed by the fire. Most people know about the Black and White Impermanence, but there are countless underworld messengers beneath them, stuck working in the underworld without reincarnation, which isn't great.

Old lady Lai gave Wu Heng a deep look, murmuring, "I know, he was a destined child guide after all."

Wu Heng said, "Let me borrow two."

Wang Jun, who had chased out, saw Wu Heng suddenly reach into the roaring fire, his slender index and middle fingers picking out two intact pieces of paper money from the flying ashes.

The fire was already roaring with smoke, ashes flying everywhere, yet Wu Heng managed to pick out two pieces of paper money that were completely unscathed?!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Jun wouldn't have believed it.

Only after seeing Wu Heng pocket the two pieces of paper money and get on a nearby electric scooter did Officer Wang slowly come to his senses.

Perhaps, he really was a capable shaman!

Wang Jun thought, his daughter might not need to have a fever anymore.

*

"The little white snake came to tell me you were caught by the cops!" Zhou Yi rode his father's electric scooter to the town to rescue Wu Heng, and as soon as he arrived, he saw Wu Heng snatching the paper money on Lai Wazi's seventh day after death.

The little white snake sat proudly in the scooter's basket, its two small horns raised several times higher.

Zhou Yi, seeing Wu Heng come out so quickly, suspected that the police uncle thought Wu Heng's education level was too low to write a thousand-word guarantee, so they had to let him go.

Zhou Yi didn't want to go home, so he rode the electric scooter with Wu Heng and the little white snake towards the ancient well at the east end of the village, which was somewhat their secret base.

"Xiao Heng, I saw online that netizens are all talking about you, when are you going to find that Tu Tu?"

Wu Heng knew that Zhou Yi didn't study every day as he claimed, but rather took every opportunity to rest.

They got out by the ancient well, and Zhou Yi leaned the e-scooter against the side.

"Let's not head over just yet," Wu Heng moved his nose, suspiciously scanning the surroundings, "Why do I smell fried chicken?"

Wu Heng exchanged a guilty, red-eyed glance with the small white snake, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Wu Heng looked away and said to Zhou Yi, "Let's gather some herbs first, and when we earn money, I'll split it fifty-fifty with you."

Zhou Yi waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, thirty percent max is fine. I can only help out with odd jobs."

When it comes to making money, Zhou Yi is way more fired up about it than studying.

The two young men and a white snake were busy on the small hill at the east end of the village, while Li Hao and others watched from afar.

Until Li Hao and the others saw Wu Heng jump into the well, they froze for a second, then Li Hao's eyes turned red with excitement, and he kept slapping his thighs, yelling in excitement, "Hahaha, I've found a way to knock He Yunxiao down a peg in Dr. Wu's eyes!"

"We will soon become Dr. Wu's top sidekicks!"

Outside the Fan family villa, Wu Heng was shaking well water out of his hair. The method of using the ancient well to travel had only taken him to the capital city before, and tonight he nearly ended up in the wrong water system when heading to T Province.

"Dig quickly," Wu Heng folded two paper bills he had snatched from Lai Wazi's seventh-day ashes into small shovels, silently recited a shamanic spell, and they turned into two paper shovels.

One big, one small. Wu Heng threw the big one to the small white snake.

This was the first time the small white snake had traveled to another province with Wu Heng, feeling like a wide-eyed country snake in the big city. Before it could even look around, Wu Heng threw a shovel at it and ordered it to get to work.

The small white snake looked at the small gray snake in Wu Heng's arms. If it didn't work, Xi Xi would have to be Wu Heng's unpaid laborer, and Xi Xi was a young lady from the capital city, how could she?

The small white snake yelled in outrage, "Wu Heng, are you treating me like a corporate slave?"

Wu Heng: "More like a beast of burden."

The small white snake: "I am (an intern) Dragon King of the well!"

Wu Heng added, "Dragons, oxen, and horses are all in the Chinese zodiac, what makes you so special?"

The small white snake: "..."

The small white snake held the paper shovel and dug the ground with a huff, couldn't help but ask, "Wu Heng, how much do we need to dig?"

Wu Heng stared at the small white snake's glowing scales under the moonlight. It had only been a few days, but he felt that the big white snake seemed to have gained weight, looking thicker. The food it could get in Nan Nuo Village shouldn't be that abundant. Wu Heng raised his hand and pointed around the Fan family villa, then changed his words, "Dig up everything."

This was clearly favoritism. Xi Xi climbed down from Wu Heng and explained to the small white snake, "Because Heng Heng is my godfather, he treats me well."

The small white snake held the paper shovel and shouted an oath, "I won't let Wu Heng be my godfather!"

Although it seemed that being a godfather was indeed good, Xi Xi was spoiled like a little princess, but that was Wu Heng!

Wu Heng replied, "Don't worry, I won't take you as my rebellious son either."

The small white snake was furiously digging away, while Wu Heng wandered around outside the Fan family villa, then took out his phone from his pocket.

#The popular Dr. Wu has not appeared for two days# The hashtag was trending nonstop.

"The last scene in the live broadcast seemed to be plainclothes police coming to the door. That fake shaman is probably done for, and an official announcement might come out soon."

"Informed sources revealed that a concerned citizen reported him for practicing medicine without a license, and he might never come out again. It's only a matter of time before this account is banned."

"Ah, I think Dr. Wu Heng really has some skills, what will happen to Fan Tu Tu? She's a rich second generation, she's above staging fake content."

"Tonight is supposed to be the day the bud on Tu Tu's head blooms, right? If Wu Heng doesn't show up tonight, it's probably game over."

...

Tu Tu is also quite headstrong. Since she couldn't find Wu Heng privately, she just went ahead and started a live broadcast and has been inviting Chengde Medical Hall to connect.

As Tu Tu's live stream started, there were curious doctors online coming to learn, onlookers, and many waiting for Wu Heng's account to be banned. Within just ten minutes, Tu Tu's live stream had 300,000 viewers.

Tu Tu kept wiping her tears with tissues and cried, "I really don't know which jerk reported my Dr. Wu. If it weren't for him, I might not even know how I would have died."

"Before, I could sleep for twenty hours a day. Now, even with this strange flower on my head, I can sleep peacefully for eight hours, and the rest of the time is quite normal."

Wu Heng's prescription is indeed miraculous. The brewed medicine doesn't need to be drunk; it can be poured directly onto the head like flower fertilizer.

Wu Heng said the flower has been sucking her life force to nourish itself, which is why she couldn't wake up. Just one bowl of medicinal soup can give the flower the life force it needs. Isn't that some kind of miracle doctor?

The more this happens, the more Fan Tu resents the "concerned citizen" who reported Wu Heng.

"Tu Tu's condition has improved a lot; she even has a rosy complexion now. If it weren't for that thing on her head, I'd think something good had happened to her."

"Frankly, what Wu Heng does goes against scientific principles, and getting banned was inevitable."

"Didn't Dr. Wu say that someone was using Tu Tu's head as a flower pot, and when it blooms, they'd take both the flower and the pot? Could something go wrong?"

"It seems so dangerous, and there are so many viral videos of beauty well water transformations online... Is Tu Tu really the only victim?"

Tu Tu was about to say she was the only one when Fan Xuan burst in, looking shocked: "Sis, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, he..."

Upon hearing this, Fan Tu immediately said, "Tell Uncle Zhou to stop trying to convince me. I only trust Dr. Wu Heng now! I'm not going to any top hospital!"

Fan Xuan shook his head like a rattle, "No, I mean Uncle Zhou's head has also grown a flower! Haotian brought him to our place."

Fan Tu: "What?"

Just when they thought there were no other victims, another one shows up?

As the camera shook, Fan Tu dashed to the hall, where a dignified middle-aged man lay on the sofa, with a flower also blooming on his head. The bud about to bloom was dark red, the stem growing thicker and clinging tightly to the scalp, the plant greedily sucking the life force from Mr. Zhou's head.

The live chat was flooded with exclamation marks and curses, with many commenting on how Uncle Zhou, despite his age, still looked dashing!

Fan Xuan noticed Uncle Zhou looked... older than just a few days ago, his usually well-kept hair now had streaks of white, and even his hands were wrinkled, as if he'd aged a decade overnight.

Fan Tu snapped out of it and said, "Bro, hurry and give Uncle Zhou my watering can."

Zhou Haotian glanced at the wall clock and then at Fan Tu, concerned. "Tu Tu, this medicine is for you. There's not much left; you should use it."

Fan Tu didn't think much of it, "Use it on Uncle Zhou first. If Dr. Wu Heng is banned for good, I might as well be waiting to die. No medicine, no life."

Seeing his sister in good spirits and thinking Uncle Zhou was a decent guy, Fan Xuan quickly poured the last third of the medicine onto Mr. Zhou's head.

Mr. Zhou only felt very dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a crowd around him. He weakly repeated what he said before fainting, "Help me find Wu Heng."

Wu Heng was not in the house.

Mr. Zhou looked confusedly at his son Zhou Haotian. Hadn't he helped him find Dr. Wu Heng? Why was he at the Fan family?

Given the Zhou family's influence, finding Wu Heng's offline address shouldn't be difficult. Was his son not concerned at all?

Zhou Haotian immediately said, "Dad, he should be banned and will no longer appear in public."

Mr. Zhou's head was in a fog. His brain felt like a computer about to crash, barely functioning. He glanced at his son beside him, vague thoughts flitting through his mind, but too jumbled to catch.

Mr. Zhou never thought he'd end up with the same symptoms as his future daughter-in-law. After all, he was a seasoned middle-aged man who'd seen it all. He took a few deep breaths, gearing up to speak.

Fan Tu stared at the flower and blurted, "Mine's still prettier."

Everyone just stared: "..."

"Haha, Tu Tu's such a beauty freak, still comparing looks even now. I guess only Wu Heng can make her willingly admit defeat."

"Mr. Zhou's still got it, okay! That blood-nourishing flower on him is actually pretty stunning. Time really doesn't mess with a true beauty."

"Is that guy next to Mr. Zhou his son? I heard he's Tu Tu's boyfriend. He's not as good-looking as his dad, but he's alright—just don't put them side by side."

"Yeah, only the real lookers get picked as flower pots. Beauty doesn't care if you're a guy, girl, old, or young—it gets everyone, lol."

"Is it just me, or is anyone else dying to know what Wu Heng's prescription was? It literally wakes people up in seconds. You think it'd work on someone in a coma?"

"Who knows? Maybe even coma patients could wake up."

...

A ton of viewers were glued to the watering can, practically trying to stare a hole through it. This medicine saved Fan Tu's life but also tanked the Chengde Medical Hall account. Wu Heng's probably still locked up.

What a shame.

Do you think they'll ever release the prescription?

It was nearly 11 PM, and a cool night breeze blew outside.

A lot of the fans who'd rushed to Tu Tu's stream were getting tired and ready to log off.

Then, out of nowhere, an avatar popped up in the blacked-out video call box on the right. The avatar was the plaque of "Chengde Medical Hall."

Everyone's hearts raced, and millions of viewers snapped to attention, glued to the screen.

The black screen flashed to reveal a handsome, fair-skinned guy with a grin. A little gray snake was wrapped around his wrist, and a fat white snake lay at his feet like a limp toy.

Who else could it be but Wu Heng?!

Fan Tu was the first to shout, "Heng Bao!"

Wu Heng let out an "ah," and in an instant, both live stream chats were flooded with "Heng Bao."

Zhou Haotian looked at Wu Heng on the screen in disbelief. How... how could he still be using this account?

Mr. Zhou scanned everyone's expressions.

He Yunxiao was overjoyed to see Wu Heng, especially seeing his snake daughter still coiled around Wu Heng's wrist, which made him feel even more affectionate.

When Wu Heng was forced offline that day, He Yunxiao had immediately wanted to go to Nan Nuo Village to find him, but Wu Heng sent a message halfway, telling him not to come and not to worry.

"I thought he would never log into the Chengde Medical Hall account again in his life."

"Not possible, don't forget he's only seventeen and a half, still a minor. He probably got a lecture from the police and wrote a couple of days' worth of apologies. From now on, Wu Heng can only be a pretty face streamer; forget about all that mysterious stuff."

"Just being able to come back is good enough. He definitely won't dare to do online consultations anymore, and he'll probably fade into obscurity."

Fan Tu was so excited she was about to say something, but Wu Heng raised his hand to stop her, "Wait, let me say a few things first."

"See, he's probably going to announce that he won't be doing online consultations anymore."

"Ah? My relative still has a strange illness and wants to get in line. No more online consultations? So disappointing. There are plenty of attractive streamers, but there's only one shaman. It's such a pity to lose him."

"If he can't do online consultations, that's okay. It's still nice to just chat with Wu Heng."

Wu Heng faced the camera and declared to the nearly three million online viewers across both streams: "Chengde Medical Hall is launching Wu Heng's special mosquito repellent ointment, which will take care of all kinds of insects! Mosquitoes, spiders—no problem! The first batch will have five hundred units, at half price, a steal!"

Everyone: "…………"

Wu Heng: "Administrator, prepare the sales link!"

He Yunxiao: "Ah? Got it!"

Everyone online was stunned. No, he wasn't announcing the end of online consultations, but instead, he was going all out and selling a special ointment?

What the heck.

Zhou Haotian blurted out: "Why is he selling things now?"

Mr. Zhou couldn't help but glance back again.

Fan Tu raised her hand and shouted: "Me, me, me, I'm super scared of insects, I'll buy it first!"

"I'm totally baffled. Didn't the police educate Wu Heng? How come he's not only doing online consultations but also selling ointments now?"

"The Wu Heng we imagined: miserably locked in a small room writing a ten-thousand-word guarantee; the actual Wu Heng: let's whip up some ointments, I'm the number one shaman on Shark!"

"Those who still think this is a scripted act should think twice. What kind of signal is this? It's terrifying to think about."

"I'm cracking up. Those waiting for Wu Heng to get banned, come out and see, our Hengbao is just awesome."

"Mosquito repellent ointment? Isn't that pretty standard? There are tons of them on the market. It's not something particularly amazing. I'm more interested in the blood-boosting medicine he prescribed for Tu Tu."

"Haha, still being picky? There are only five hundred units, can you even snag one?"

He Yunxiao immediately stepped up as an administrator, hastily creating a sales link for the mosquito repellent ointment without even a picture, ready for the future rush.

Li Hao and a few others were holed up in a guesthouse in Nan Nuo Village, watching this scene with gritted teeth.

"He Yunxiao, you jerk, just wait, we'll soon surpass you and become the number one fan group of Dr. Wu Heng! Awoo~"

Of course, the mosquito repellent ointment wasn't the main focus of the night. Wu Heng quickly moved on.

The most important thing tonight was the possible murder case. Rumor had it that someone would come to take the blooming flowers and the flower pots!

Fan Tu's parents had hired top-notch bodyguards and even reported to the police, fearing that thieves might harm their daughter. But if it were something dirty, it might not be so easy to deal with.

The little white snake sneered in snake language: 'Is it really necessary to be so nervous?'

The little white snake twisted to Wu Heng's feet, looking up at the small gray snake wrapped around Wu Heng's wrist, and fawned: 'Xi Xi, Big Bro Bai will protect you.'

Wu Heng looked down disdainfully at the little white snake, this bootlicker snake, oh no, this snake.

The little white snake was also a bit envious of Xi Xi. Wu Heng didn't treat him well, but he treated his goddaughter quite nicely. He carried Xi Xi everywhere, never letting her crawl on the ground.

But not only did it have to crawl on the ground, it also had to dig pits.

The little white snake complained: 'Making me dig so much, I don't believe anyone would be dumb enough to fall into this pit.'

"Boom—" The pit in front was instantly filled with dust as someone fell into it.

Little White Snake: "..." Did someone really fall in?

The person inside struggled to climb out of the pit, his bronze-colored face radiating a chilling aura: "A puny pit like this thinks it can stop me, the great master? Ha—ha!"

This guy had appeared out of nowhere, sneaking up during Wu Heng's live stream.

Wu Tian Shi looked at Wu Heng, who was still enthusiastically promoting his mosquito repellent ointment at the entrance, and figured this was just a naive little Daoist Physician, unaware of his presence.

And then, damn it, he fell into the pit again!

This pit was even bigger than the last one!

Wu Tian Shi cursed under his breath as he struggled to climb out of the pit, only to see the young man who had just been warming up for the live stream standing not far away, smiling at him and earnestly reminding him, "There are more pits ahead, don't step on them."

Wu Tian Shi sneered, thinking that the rule of "three strikes and you're out" was a thing in the metaphysical world, and the same trick would never work on the same person three times.

Wu Tian Shi mocked, "Is that so? I don't believe it."

The man took seven steps, this time carefully moving in a serpentine pattern with his left foot, since he'd used his right foot last time.

"Boom—"

Wu Tian Shi fell into the third massive pit, even bigger and deeper than the previous ones.

The master in the pit cursed, "What the hell, are you writing a novel? It's nothing but pits!"

And you don't even fill them in!

Wu Heng: "I told you there were more pits ahead, but you just had to step on them."

The master in the pit was baffled: "Why did I still fall in?"

Wu Heng thought for a moment and offered an explanation: "Who told you to step with your left foot first?"