Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Dr. Wu's words weren't exactly subtle, but Wang Qiang and the other girls still looked at him with confusion.

Wang Qiang ran her hand over her smooth legs and asked, "Do you mean I have a tumor on my legs?"

Wang Dong, who was cleaning nearby, couldn't help but laugh: "What tumor? It's just that thing guys have."

Dr. Wu turned and shot him a glare, and Li Hao was the first to rush forward and slap Wang Dong on the back of his head, hurriedly saying, "This guy can't keep his mouth shut. Dr. Wu and the lady, please don't take it to heart."

Li Hao kicked Wang Dong out of the live stream frame.

"Holy crap, this is freaky! What does Hengheng mean by that? Is this girl... a hermaphrodite?"

"A hermaphrodite isn't that strange of a condition. The streamer doesn't need to do a remote pulse reading. It feels weird."

"I feel like something bizarre and terrifying is about to happen. I'm grabbing my blanket."

"With Hengheng's comment and the girl mentioning blood in her urine... I have a bad feeling."

Wang Qiang finally caught Wang Dong's drift and looked at Dr. Wu in disbelief, pointing at herself with trembling fingers: "How is that possible? I shower every day, and I know every inch of my body!"

A bunch of netizens started spamming "Tu Tu" in the live chat. This beauty streamer had no idea she had a flower growing on her head before this!

Dr. Wu ignored the comment and asked gently, "Have you been having any weird dreams lately?"

Wang Qiang's expression changed slightly, and her eyes wandered as if she was hesitant to speak.

The girl on the line got antsy and nudged Wang Qiang: "Qiang Qiang, spit it out already! If you miss this chance, it'll be hard to get another one."

Dr. Wu was a huge online celebrity now, and there were too many netizens wanting to connect with him. They were lucky to get through.

Wang Qiang looked uneasy and whispered, "I've been having dreams about my dead parents lately. They scold me in my dreams."

As she remembered the dreams, her nose started to tingle, as if she had been deeply wronged, and she choked up: "In my dreams, they call me a waste of money. They say they don't have a son to burn paper money for them after death, so they have no money to spend in the underworld, and they can't hold their heads up."

Even though it was just a dream, it stuck with her after she woke up.

There were even nastier things, but Wang Qiang kept them to herself, not wanting to risk getting Dr. Wu's live stream banned for profanity.

Wang Qiang grabbed a tissue from her roommate and dabbed her eyes, then continued, "For the last two weekends, I've snuck out of school to buy paper money and burn it at my parents' graves."

The middle-aged woman He Yunxiao booted off the call earlier was banned from commenting but could still watch the live stream. Seeing Wang Qiang's situation, she gloated: "I told you, you still need to have a son. Otherwise, no one will burn paper money for you after you die."

What a shame! This young doctor doesn't sell those gender-switching pills. She would have to find out if there were any barefoot doctors selling them recently.

Wang Qiang sniffled and looked at Dr. Wu, distressed: "Dr. Wu, is it because I didn't buy enough paper money? I even bought gold ingots and gold bars."

For a high school senior who had lost both parents, even buying paper money was a significant expense.

Wang Qiang paused, her hands fidgeting nervously, and timidly asked, "Or... is it because I'm a girl, and the paper money I burn doesn't reach them?"

"What the hell is wrong with her parents? Can't they rest in peace after death? If they don't have money, why don't they start a business in the underworld? If they can't start a business, go rob someone! Why scold a young girl?"

"Given this girl's condition, I have a bad feeling."

"Well, in our area, there is a belief that you need a son to burn paper money at the grave."

"Let's not bring up outdated customs like that. It's embarrassing."

"Wait, are you saying ghosts are real? Don't freak me out!"

Wu Heng felt he needed to educate them about the current situation in the underworld. "The underworld is going through some serious inflation right now. Hell money from shady printing factories is worthless down there, and it has nothing to do with whether the money was burned by a man or a woman. Your parents are full of nonsense."

Wu Heng took out the little paper shovel he had used to dig a pit for Wu Tian Shi earlier, dismantled it back into paper money, and displayed it in front of the camera, saying, "This yellow paper's been holding its value pretty well down there lately."

Wang Qiang nodded thoughtfully, indicating she understood.

Her eyes were red, and she felt deeply wronged. It wasn't her fault after all. But what did this have to do with her illness?

"Ghosts aren't like humans—they're stuck on one track. If their obsessions in life were too strong, they would keep lingering. If they get the chance, they can go way overboard," Wu Heng paused, then continued, "Your parents were dead set on having a son. Since you are not a son, they tried to make you into one."

Wang Qiang: "..."

"This is batshit crazy, seriously. Thank goodness my deceased parents didn't torment me like this, or I would have gone mad."

"This is truly eye-opening. If it were me, I'd have gone full-on grave-digger! Show them what's what!"

"I'm covered in goosebumps just thinking about it. So, is that extra thing on the girl from a living person or a dead one? It's so scary."

"From a dead person? Damn, that's straight-up horrifying. From a living person, even more terrifying when you think about it! Damn, that's really tragic."

"This is beyond disgusting and terrifying. How could parents be so vile? Once dead, just rest in peace, okay? I'm all for digging up those graves!"

"Wu Heng, is this thing second-hand? I'm gonna hurl, seriously!"

Wu Heng looked at her sympathetically, considering his words, "They cut off someone's... you know, to replace yours, but due to insufficient ability, they used all their ghostly energy to create a replica and attached it to you. The ghostly energy messes with your body, which is why you're peeing blood."

Wang Qiang staggered, nearly collapsing to the floor, but her roommates quickly caught her.

Wang Qiang sat weakly on the floor, her eyes somewhat blank, then suddenly curled up, hugging her knees, and broke into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

"Why are they doing this to me? What did I do wrong? Just because I'm a girl? My father envied the only graduate student in the village, but so what? Even as a girl, I can get into a top university, go for grad school, even a PhD, and make them proud down there."

"I've worked so hard, why are they still doing this to me?!"

She curled up, sobbing hysterically, tears pouring down her face until she was gasping for air, her body shaking.

Wu Heng glanced at the little paper figure, which looked a bit droopy, and extended his slender fingers to gently stroke the top of the paper figure's head.

Wang Qiang felt a soft breeze brush over her head, calming her down, and her nearly broken emotions gradually stabilized, leaving only silent tears streaming down her face.

"Ah? So it's not second-hand? Thank goodness, otherwise it would have been too disgusting, a lifelong psychological shadow."

"A ghostly energy copy? That's even creepier, isn't it? What kind of messed-up dead parents are these? Exposing such a private and sensitive part of a living person to ghostly energy, do they want their daughter to die faster?"

"Wait, so does that mean some brother is missing his... you know? Damn, that's really tragic for the sample."

The middle-aged woman, upon hearing Wang Qiang mention "graduate student," looked closely at Wang Qiang in the video link and suddenly laughed, "Oh, I see who it is now. It's the daughter of the couple from the south of our Wang Village, Da Yong and his wife. I knew everyone in the village envied me for having a graduate student son!"

Look, look at how those two, even after death, still envy and desire a son, hence doing such absurd things after death.

I wonder which poor guy lost his... you know.

Wu Heng, seeing Wang Qiang gradually calming down, then said, "Your parents are new ghosts, and they're all out of ghost juice. Recently, apart from sending dreams, they won't be wandering around."

Wang Qiang sneered, "The Ghost Festival is prime time for them—no way they'd miss it. They are always thinking about their son burning paper money for them."

Wu Heng thought, he could indeed directly erase this ghostly energy, but since it was created by Wang Qiang's blood-related parents, forcibly removing it would affect Wang Qiang's mental state. He'd just figured out that this girl was acing her high school classes.

We have to wait for her deceased parents to show up.

"In two days, it will be the Ghost Festival. I'll examine you again that night," Wu Heng said with a smile, his eyes curving. "Do you have any other concerns right now?"

Wang Qiang wiped the tears from her face fiercely and said angrily, "Right now, I just want to confront my parents in the underworld! Do they realize this bizarre condition is affecting my studies?"

She had always thought it was due to stress, causing psychological issues, constantly wanting to run to the men's restroom whenever she thought of going to the toilet. Turns out, someone's been holding her back this whole time.

Just the thought of it makes her nauseous.

Wang Qiang suddenly said with a mix of apology and distress, "I don't know who my parents... harvested... as a specimen, but isn't he now... you know."

Girls always have a stronger sense of empathy.

Wu Heng smiled slightly, with a hint of mystery, "That's not something you need to concern yourself with."

"I'm at a loss for words about this girl's parents, but how can she deal with her parents? They're spirits now. Wu Heng is indeed a shaman, but does he have connections in the underworld? This gives me the creeps."

"This girl has a good heart, still worrying about another unlucky guy, who has become a eunuch in the new era for no reason! Her parents aren't acting like decent humans—or decent spirits, for that matter, leaving a young girl to clean up their mess!"

"I wonder who was unlucky enough to be... neutered. Is it still useful? If not, having children is still okay, but without kids, isn't that like ending the family line? Which poor guy is this? I feel sorry for him."

"I've already decided, this Ghost Festival when I visit my ancestors' graves, I'll give my ancestors a piece of my mind, begging them not to mess with me!"

"Aww, don't you think Hengheng is so gentle? This is the first time he hasn't revealed a patient's condition to everyone, right?!"

"+1, I used to be most afraid of going to the hospital, some doctors are gruff, impatient, and downright rude, but he is so gentle. (Of course, there are more good doctors.)"

Whether it was He Yunxiao carrying a snake fetus or Fan Tu and Mr. Zhou growing flowers on their heads, countless netizens saw it clearly.

This time, there was nothing, and to avoid affecting Wang Qiang's mood, Wu Heng didn't even let her see it herself. She could go to school and come home as usual these days.

As for underworld connections.

Wu Heng smiled slightly. Back in ancient times, he'd known many ghost cultivators and underworld emissaries. Although there are none here now, he still owes a yin emissary two underworld tickets.

Wu Heng added, "I'll prepare some calming talismans for you. Keep them with you until the Ghost Festival, and you won't have strange dreams or want to go to the toilet randomly."

Wang Qiang quickly stood up and bowed to Wu Heng, "Thank you, Dr. Wu, thank you, Dr. Wu."

Wu Heng looked at the clock on the clinic wall and said, "It's time for lunch. We'll pick up the live stream this afternoon."

With that, Wu Heng turned off the live stream and stood up, stretching.

Wu Heng went to the flower bed at the clinic entrance, gathered some soil, and took a few herbs from the pharmacy, mixing them together and wrapping them in yellow paper.

Li Hao and others came over to watch Wu Heng prepare the medicine, quite curious, "Dr. Wu, is this really effective? Wouldn't we need peace talismans or something similar?"

Wu Heng: "Peace talismans rely on the cultivator's skill in drawing them, while medicinal talismans rely on the potency of the herbs. The end goal is always to dispel evil influences."

Wu Heng looked at Li Hao and the others, "You all get ready to head back to the capital, I'll follow shortly." He was going to dig up some flower seeds.

Li Hao and the others were grinning from ear to ear, surely it was for the Li family's well-digging matter hahaha, they were so eager to see He Yunxiao's status being threatened.

Li Hao hesitated, "Dr. Wu, are we taking a plane back?"

Wu Heng retorted, "If I were to jump down a well, would you follow?"

Li Hao and the others immediately fell silent.

The little white snake and Xi Xi are both spirit snakes that can be guided by him, but ordinary people can't navigate the underground water system and come out unscathed.

Li Hao and Wang Dong immediately left the clinic to prepare for their return to the capital city. Eugene showed up with lunch, looking confused, and asked, "Xiao Heng, what did you just say to those Beijing big shots about jumping into a well? Why are you jumping into a well?"

Wu Heng, thinking of Eugene's nagging, had no choice but to say, "It's the dry well in Zhaidong, I'm just training."

Eugene had heard a few days ago that the dry well in Zhaidong had filled with water, and Xiao Heng had been running to Zhaidong frequently recently—was it really just to practice diving?

"So, Xiao Heng, do you make a big splash when you dive?" He scrutinized Wu Heng up and down, suddenly very expectant. "Our Xiao Heng is so excellent, the splash must be huge!"

Wu Heng: "..."

Isn't a bigger splash less impressive? He's not part of a fish bombing team!

Wu Heng packed the medicinal talismans and handed them to Xi Xi, along with a pass and a leaf imbued with his spiritual power, asking it to run an errand.

Xi Xi was quick, and by the time Wu Heng finished lunch, it was back.

Seeing Xi Xi exhausted on the examination table, Wu Heng was surprised, "Didn't the little white snake help you out?"

Although he had asked Xi Xi to run the errand, the little white snake, in pursuit of the young lady from the capital city, usually rushed to do the work.

Xi Xi said, 'Big Brother White seems to have been shot down, and now he's lying despondently by the well, unwilling to move.'

Wu Heng: "?"

What sudden rejection?

Wu Heng stayed out of the little white snake's love life, planning to catch a nap on the clinic's recliner before going live again. Just as he nestled into the recliner and played with his phone, a friend request notification popped up on WeChat.

Account name: SX, verification message: "Her dad."

Wu Heng: "..."

Wu Heng saw that He Yunxiao had added him through a contact card and immediately knew it was Shi Xuan.

Wu Heng's cheeks flushed slightly, as if those three words hinted at some unspoken connection between them.

In just a second or two, the other person added another word, "god."

Both were Xi Xi's godfathers, so adding each other on WeChat seemed fine.

Wu Heng accepted the friend request and then placed his phone face down beside the recliner, put on some mosquito repellent, and dozed off.

Over there, He Yunxiao, seeing his child's other godfather staring at his phone in a daze, asked nosily, "Is Dr. Wu ignoring you? Did you have a fight?"

Shi Xuan: "No."

Wu Heng just didn't like to engage with him; it wasn't a fight.

Shi Xuan then asked, "Then how did you become friends with him?"

Shi Xuan couldn't explain why, but it was the first time he wanted to actively befriend someone.

He Yunxiao looked shocked, "What? Friends? I'm not Dr. Wu Heng's friend, I'm his little cuddle buddy!"

Shi Xuan: "..."

He Yunxiao wanted to assert his position with Wu Heng, but when he looked down and saw a message from Li Hao on WeChat, he was now really annoyed with Li Hao and his cronies, who not only wanted to steal Wu Heng's attention but also his position.

"Li Hao: He Yunxiao, my family’s well will be finished tomorrow. I’d love for you to come to the ceremony. You’ve got to be there."

He Yunxiao looked puzzled: "What? What’s so interesting about digging a well at home? We don’t even use well water these days. What’s their deal?"

Shi Xuan’s face twitched slightly.

Someone else is digging a well?

Shi Xuan suddenly asked: "Are they also Wu Heng’s favorite?"

He Yunxiao instantly felt a pang in his heart: "..."

No! He’s the only one!

*

A well-known hospital in the capital city.

Even though Fan Tu, Fan Xuan, and Zhou Mingze had taken an early morning flight from T Province to the capital city, it was already afternoon by the time they arrived at the hospital.

Fan Xuan kept Fan Tu and Zhou Mingze apart like he was guarding against thieves, worried his sister might hit on Uncle Zhou in the crowded hospital.

Since Fan Tu and Mr. Zhou had eaten the stamens of two flowers known for enhancing beauty the night before, they looked and felt amazing. Even walking through the hospital, people kept stealing glances at them.

Fan Xuan thought he wasn’t bad-looking himself, and at the capital city’s medical university, he was considered quite a catch. But now, he was totally outshone.

He couldn’t match Uncle Zhou’s handsomeness, nor his experience and demeanor. He was utterly crushed.

Fan Tu sighed, "So many people. I’ll hit the restroom first."

As Fan Tu turned, she suddenly collided with a young man rushing up behind her.

The guy stumbled back two steps. Before Fan Tu could speak, he preemptively said, "I’m broke, so don’t even think about scamming me."

Fan Tu: "..."

Chen Zhao looked exhausted from traveling, with bloodshot eyes.

Wu Heng’s hometown was too far away. He had gone to deliver his Daoist Physician internship certificate, hitching rides wherever he could, and finally managed to get to the capital city by catching rides on over a dozen trucks. Saving money was a struggle.

Without waiting for Fan Tu to respond, Chen Zhao, carrying his peach wood sword on his back, strode upstairs.

Mr. Zhou eyed the young man in patched clothes, who still carried himself with dignity, and said with some surprise, "This guy’s got something special about him."

Apart from his good looks, Fan Tu and Fan Xuan didn’t see anything special. Mr. Zhou smiled and explained, "Although the peach wood sword he’s carrying isn’t a restricted weapon, in recent years, major hospitals have been preventing conflicts with patients, so carrying such a sword wouldn’t be allowed unless he had permission from the hospital’s upper management."

It was odd. Why would the hospital let a young man carry a mystical peach wood sword upstairs? Zhou Mingze thought to himself.

Fan Tu looked at him with admiration: "Uncle Zhou, are we really going to..."

Mr. Zhou immediately straightened his face and said, "Go to the restroom. The check-up’s coming up."

Fan Tu turned and went to the restroom on the first floor. After washing her hands, she took out the bamboo box from her bag, opened the lid, and gently scooped some ointment to apply on her hands.

Fan Tu had studied the mosquito repellent ointment on the plane. It wasn’t sticky at all, and even absorbed like hand cream. After applying it, her hands had a faint herbal fragrance, making it her new go-to.

Mr. Zhou and Fan Xuan were waiting for Fan Tu to come out, both feeling a little uncomfortable.

Fan Xuan stroked his chin and changed the subject: "Uncle Zhou, did you ever catch Dr. Wu Heng’s live streams?"

Zhou Mingze shook his head. Before his head injury, Zhou Mingze had thought these people were just frauds.

Fan Xuan glanced at the hospital logo and suddenly snapped his fingers excitedly, "I was wondering why this hospital seemed so familiar. Now it hits me!"

"That patient who was connected with Dr. Wu Heng before, the female patient who was picking her belly button in the hospital bed, seems to be from this hospital."

They recalled Wu Heng, a shaman known for treating bizarre illnesses, and then thought of the young man carrying the peach wood sword, sensing something was off.

Just then, Fan Tu emerged, and the two of them stopped overthinking and immediately went for their medical check-up.

-

Concerned about elevator charges, Chen Zhao walked up to the twelfth floor of the hospital. As he ascended, the crowd thinned out, and by the twelfth floor, he was alone.

Doctors were already at the door, waiting for Chen Zhao, including the hospital's former president.

Chen Zhao presented his credentials first, an A4-sized Daoist Physician certificate issued by the Xuanmen.

Though he'd heard from colleagues that an increasing number of patients with odd ailments had been hospitalized in recent years, this was his first personal encounter with such a case.

"Dr. Chen, we recently admitted a truly peculiar patient. Her navel keeps producing odd webs. Upon examination, we discovered it was... it was..."

Chen Zhao asked, "What was it?"

"It was spider silk."

When this examination report came out, nearly every doctor was stunned. They first suspected an issue with the hospital's diagnostic machines and immediately arranged for a second examination.

Yet the results were identical.

Over time, the patient's family sensed something amiss and desperately turned to the online shaman, Wu Heng, for help.

Unfortunately, luck was not on their side. Before they could fully explain the symptoms, Wu Heng was hauled off by the local police for questioning.

Recently, he was released again, but assuming the Xuanmen Daoist Physician they'd requested had arrived, they opted against a follow-up with Wu Heng.

Chen Zhao and his team reached the ward's entrance and saw the patient inside lifting half of her hospital gown through the glass window, her fingers picking at her belly button, which was already red and bleeding from being picked.

Chen Zhao said with a calm expression, "In recent years, evil spirits have been rampant, and various animals have become spiritually mutated. I'll go in and take a look. You all stay outside."

Hehehe, five hundred bucks, here he comes~

Fortunately, he came quickly. Those Gu witches and horse immortals haven't shown up yet, so this money should be earned by Chen Zhao!

Chen Zhao took the peach wood sword off his back and pushed the door open.

The doctors and the patient's family waited outside the ward, anxiously pacing back and forth.

There was no sound inside, not even the sound of a conversation.

After more than two hours had passed without any movement, they began to feel restless.

A family member of the patient couldn't hold back any longer and placed his hand on the handle, wanting to push the door open, but suddenly he was startled, "Why can't it open?"

Everyone was stunned and hurried to help, only to find that the door couldn't be opened. They tried to look inside through the glass window on the door, but found it was all foggy and unclear.

A sense of unease immediately spread among everyone. This... this doesn't look right.

"Dr. Chen! Dr. Chen, say something!"

No one responded.

Now everyone was panicked, fearing that instead of curing the illness, they might have lost another person.

"What should we do? What if... what if we try to connect with Wu Heng?" The patient's relative clutched their phone tightly and said anxiously.

Today, Wu Heng was offering free medical consultations all day, and since this was a follow-up visit, the administrator would prioritize their place in the queue.

The relative gritted their teeth and immediately requested a connection.

He Yunxiao, who had been monitoring the previous connection, saw the request for a follow-up consultation and prioritized their place in the queue. They got connected in under ten minutes.

As soon as they saw the handsome Wu Heng on the other end, the relative was nearly in tears: "Dr. Wu!"

"Who's this? Why so worked up?"

"I vaguely remember, isn't this the relative of that female patient who was picking at her belly button last time?"

"I don't think they're in a rush? Otherwise, why didn't they seek a follow-up for so long, and now they look like they're about to cry?"

The relative wiped their tears and said, "Dr. Wu, my mother's illness is strange, now... now a doctor has gone into her room and can't get out! What should we do?"

The live stream audience was baffled. What do you mean a doctor went in and can't get out? Get a locksmith! Or call the fire department! They'll break down any door for you!

Wu Heng studied the relative's face and said, "I understand."

The live stream feed shook as Wu Heng picked up his phone and texted Fan Tu.

"Tu Tu: Dr. Heng is so thoughtful! My godfather and I had our check-ups, and we're perfectly healthy, our minds are sharp!"

"Tu Tu: You want us to go to the 12th floor? OK!"

Fan Tu handed the phone to Fan Xuan and Zhou Mingze to see. The two now complied with Wu Heng's requests without question. If Wu Heng asked them to go to the 12th floor, they would go immediately.

The three took the elevator and quickly arrived at the 12th floor. As soon as they entered, they noticed that there were very few medical staff on this floor, and the few who were there looked extremely panicked.

As they approached, they inadvertently appeared on the live stream.

"Wow, Tu Tu looks stunning, Mr. Zhou is dashing, and Fan Xuan is still himself."

"Is this just a coincidence? Fan Tu and Uncle Zhou came to the capital city for a check-up and just happened to run into this?"

"The relative looked off earlier, and we still don't know what the illness is. I have a bad feeling again."

The relative kept muttering about the door not opening, the door not opening.

Wu Heng: "Tu Tu, help open it."

Fan Tu didn't quite understand but thought that Wu Heng wouldn't harm her. She raised both hands and placed them on the door of the ward, intending to use all her strength to push open the door that no one else could open.

The door creaked, and with a slight effort, it opened a large gap.

Fan Tu: "!!"

Fan Tu looked at her hands in shock and murmured, "Did I become a strongman besides getting prettier?"

Fan Tu carefully pushed the door open, only to find the room dimly lit, making it almost impossible to see the scene inside.

Fan Tu instinctively reached for the light switch by the door. The incandescent light above, tightly wrapped by something, suddenly turned on. Although the light was weak, it allowed everyone to see the scene before them.

The whole ward was draped in white webs!

A tall figure was hanging on the wall like a dumpling, with a peach wood sword stuck beside it.

"Ahhh!"

Fan Tu screamed in terror.

The others were also terrified, instinctively wanting to leave the ward.

Chen Zhao could barely move his mouth. He gagged and spat out some strands of silk, watching as Fan Xuan tried to drag his sister out. He struggled to say, "Don't, don't go. Do you... do you have any bug repellent on you?"

What?

What bug repellent?

Fan Tu clung tightly to Fan Xuan's arm, glancing down at her hands, and said, "I... I just applied some mosquito repellent cream I bought from Dr. Wu. It was on sale for 2,000 yuan."

Mosquito repellent cream, meant to repel mosquitoes.

Fan Tu's eyes suddenly widened, realizing the truth. No wonder she was able to push the door open—it wasn't that her strength had increased, but the effect of the mosquito repellent cream.

Could it be... could it be that Wu Heng already knew they would run into this patient with a strange illness? That's why he sold the mosquito repellent cream at a discount?

Fan Xuan and the others were shocked and quickly took the mosquito repellent cream, applying it to themselves and sharing it with the patient's family and the hospital's director.

Chen Zhao's mind was racing, filled with thoughts about how a discounted bug repellent cream could cost 2,000 yuan.

Chen Zhao heard a familiar, amused voice on the phone: "Fellow Daoist, how about I give you a 30% discount on the bug repellent cream? Won't you take a jar?"

Chen Zhao suddenly came back to his senses. Holy crap... that's Wu Heng's voice. The same Wu Heng who had gone to the southern town a couple of days ago to issue Daoist Physician internship certificates.

That young Daoist Physician had said he couldn't handle matters at a top-tier hospital. Damn, it seems like he's really in deep trouble now.

Is the bug repellent on that girl's hands made by Wu Heng?

There are actually many Daoist Physicians in the mystical arts who make bug repellent cream, and their effects are quite good, but none of them can repel spider silk like this!

Chen Zhao's mind was in complete chaos.

Fan Tu initially thought of giving the bug repellent cream in her pocket to this person, saving him first and worrying about the rest later. But with Wu Heng's words, she knew this person wouldn't be in immediate danger.

She asked, "Want to buy some?"

"I'm completely stunned. Is this spider silk? Did we just walk into a spider's lair? Is this guy Tang Sanzang?"

"Where's the patient? Why is the patient gone?"

"Two thousand yuan for a discounted mosquito repellent cream? I thought it was expensive and only for rich ladies. Now I don't dare to say anything. Fan Tu is the best spokesperson for Wu Heng's mosquito repellent cream!"

"Two thousand yuan for a rich lady's face cream: I'll never afford it in this lifetime; two thousand yuan for Wu Heng's mosquito repellent cream: Damn it, if I can't get it, I'll die!"

"This isn't just mosquito repellent cream; it's a lifesaver! What's this Tang Sanzang hesitating for? Even if he has to buy it on credit, he should get a jar!"

Chen Zhao couldn't move, but his mind was racing.

Given that this lady bought Wu Heng's mosquito repellent cream at a 50% discount for 2,000 yuan.

The young Daoist Physician is only willing to give him a 30% discount, which means he'd have to pay 2,800 yuan.

Heavens, his master only gave him five hundred yuan to cure this patient. Two thousand eight hundred yuan would be the death of him!

The hesitation was unbearable to watch. Fan Xuan couldn't help but ask, "30% off mosquito repellent cream or being wrapped up like a dumpling? Choose one and stop dawdling!"

Fan Xuan added, "Forget it, sis, let's go in and get him down first."

Just as everyone thought Chen Zhao had passed out and they were about to save him regardless, Chen Zhao squeezed out a word from his throat: "...or."