Damn!
Glancing at the stream's bullet comments, Ning An gave a couple of dry coughs.
But there's one thing he completely agreed with.
For ordinary families, if the child isn't particularly talented, it's usually not recommended to pursue a PhD.
Especially a doctorate in Germany!
"Beast!"
The village doctor didn't understand these things at all. He took a deep breath, raised his hands towards the sky, and roared:
"Zhou Chu didn't get rid of this scourge, today I'll help my sister eliminate it!"
"Second Uncle, it's not..." Granny Wang's son was just about to step forward.
The village doctor was already coughing desperately, clutching his chest, and collapsed in a muffled fall.
Not only Granny Wang's son, but Ning An also turned pale with fright.
Isn't this the village doctor?
Doesn't seem to handle stress well at all.
Ning An quickly grabbed the village doctor to steady him, while Granny Wang's son was hopping around anxiously behind them:
"Dao...Daoist Master, you have a lot of connections, you're compassionate, please help get a doctor for my second uncle, he doesn't deserve to die!"
"Shut up! Your second uncle is the nearest doctor around here!" Ning An took a deep breath, his face darkening as he gritted his teeth and said, "And this is not the Evil God Temple, if you're eager to reincarnate, go find a bald monk!!"
In an instant, a row of laughing emojis filled up the stream channel.
"Alright, alright, the streamer has admitted it himself, this is the Evil God Temple."
"Say no more, I'm a creator on Station P, I've already started making a video, if Little Daoist and the Evil God Temple don't trend tomorrow, I'll eat Oreos standing on my head."
"Hahaha, how is the person above still scamming people for food and drink, 666."
Ning An wasn't in the mood to interact with the viewers now.
If anything happened to the village doctor today, the honored ancestor in the temple might really need to be renamed the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon.
Ning An first checked the village doctor's breathing, thankfully it was still smooth, his pulse hadn't stopped, and it wasn't too erratic, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
While pinching the doctor's philtrum, he instructed Granny Wang's son: "Go, head straight to the right, turn left into my bedroom, fetch the towel, and dampen it with some cool water."
"There's a bottle of oxygen in my cupboard, bring that too, quick!"
...
After a series of frantic activities, the village doctor finally staggered awake.
Seeing the familiar faces in front of him, the village doctor was heartbroken, his dark lips couldn't help but tremble:
"Such unfilial descendants, creating such a disgraceful mess, I apologize to the ancestors, I've shamed them..."
Granny Wang's son cried bitterly, blaming himself endlessly:
"Second Uncle, I'd be one hundred percent happy for my sister to pursue further studies! If it were a doctorate in any other country, I'd sell everything, even my blood, just to support her!"
"But that German doctorate, it's inhumane, my sister called just now saying the pressure is too much, she really doesn't want to pursue it, but the advisor has been kind to her, so she reluctantly agreed."
Hearing this, the viewers in the stream started buzzing.
"Let me clarify, what he said isn't objective, I know a senior with a PhD, born under a tough star, had a new advisor every year, finished his doctoral studies in three brief years, graduated incredibly fast!"
"Hey, if I were the principal of your school, I'd send him to other universities for two years, as long as he stays in this direction for a while longer, your school could become great and powerful in this field!"
"Alright, alright, a modern-day version of 'If not discarded, Bowyer shall be your foster father!' indeed!"
Inside the hall, Granny Wang's son looked at his second uncle, whose face was beet red, gritted his teeth, and continued:
"She specifically told me, saying you're a big mouth, she's unsure about pursuing the PhD, but she's afraid that you might tell others if she doesn't pursue it, so she didn't inform you first."
The village doctor's body wobbled, finally calmed down, but his anger flared again, his face contorted, he raised his hand, ready to strike.
This big mouth, perfectly round, Granny Wang's son instinctively closed his eyes.
Come on, let him be the villain, let the hit land, to be honest, many times he's sober, he wants to give himself a slap.
But just as the slap was about to land, it suddenly stopped.
The village doctor's face, angry at his incompetence, instantly turned dark, like a defeated bull, his eyes red, sighing deeply:
"Kid, don't blame your uncle for being so harsh, I'm old, your mom will eventually rely on you, your dad passed early, you haven't achieved much before, I'm really afraid your mom won't have anyone to care for if she gets sick and can't afford treatment..."
The village doctor coughed incessantly, clutching his chest, choking back tears: "It's my fault, I feared outsiders looking down on us, so I kept burdening your sister, forget it, forget it, from now on let's live a good life above all else."
The village doctor gave a bitter smile, just shook his head, got up earnestly, and thanked Ning An, offering an apologetic smile.
"Thank you so much, Daoist Ning, but as you know, those of us in the organization can't have faith, in a few days, I'll let this brat personally come over to light incense for his mother and pray."
...
After Granny Wang's family left, Ning An finally turned his attention to the now chaotic stream.
"Everyone, quiet down! I'll give you a number, today not 998, not 388, only 188, and you can invite the Evil God from the Evil God Temple home!"
"Come on, dear viewers, are you ready, get your fast fingers ready, let's get the link up!"
"For 198 you won't suffer a loss, you won't be deceived, just 198, may your wishes come true!"
Looking at the abstract bullet comments on the screen, Ning An was already at peace.
No reason, just skilled with practice.
However, Ning An thought about it and felt it was necessary to restore the honor of the honored ancestor.
"Fellow practitioners, this temple sincerely... please view it rationally."
As soon as Ning An pinned this comment, viewers in the stream swarmed like sharks smelling blood.
"Streamer, streamer, let me ask, what's the surname of your honored ancestor in this temple, can I invite one home?"
Ning An gritted his teeth with a smile: "All are righteous deities like the Three Pristine Ones and the Four Royals. This temple does not currently offer a service to take home idols, thank you."
"Daoist, I have a friend, for the past two months, he's felt a bit lacking in energy, do you think burning incense and praying would help in this case? I'm willing to pay any price!"
Ning An rolled his eyes: "For physical ailments, go straight to the hospital. The honored ancestor in this temple is not skilled in the Yellow Emperor's Medical Skill, thank you."
"Daoist, I'm a white powder, I'm a white powder, do you think the way to fulfill wishes here is predetermined by fate, or did everything go awry after truly worshipping the evil god? I can't understand it."
Ning An was furious: "Heizi, you've revealed your chicken feet, prepare to die!"
Some laughed.
But more people rubbed their hands in anticipation.
"Daoist, relax a bit, we've already thought it through, in the future, our Changchun Temple will just be called the Evil God Temple, we'll be the first wave of followers, each with an incense stick, challenge us if you dare!"
"In the past, you'd need an AK, now keeping up with the times, three incense sticks directly to grow big and strong, creating another glory!"
What the hell!
Ning An was completely speechless.
Luckily the honored ancestor left early, otherwise upon seeing this scene, a Palm Thunder might have struck down!