The Gods Set Up a Stall to Heal People Online

"I think my son might not be my son anymore."

"There are three people on my home security camera, but only my husband and I are in the house. Help, who is the other person?"

"I saw my beloved today. They've been dead for thirty years, but they still look so young while I've grown old."

More and more unsettling posts were appearing online. Something seemed to be wrong with the world, and that was when Qi Bai was awakened by a sacrificial rite.

He was one of the few gods left between Heaven and Earth, in charge of health. For tens of thousands of years, whenever plague or war struck the human world, he would be summoned awake. When there was work, he worked. When there wasn't, he slept.

Maybe he'd slept too long. He'd forgotten many things. For example, why had he only a tiny bit of merit left after saving so many people? And he had a vague feeling that he'd forgotten someone very important.

Never mind. Now that he was awake, he might as well get to work. Just as he had decades ago, he set up a stall on the street to tell fortunes and treat illnesses.

"Your son's body is crammed with the souls of several girls. You've had a few abortions before, haven't you?"

"The other person is your husband's ex-girlfriend. She came back to see why he still hasn't gotten what he deserves."

"Your beloved came to take you away. They've become a government official in the Underworld."

All these people had been tainted by baleful and yin energy. He remembered the Underworld having strict management. How had all this sinister energy made its way up here? He burned a yellow talisman to send an inquiry to the Underworld.

That night, someone covered in baleful energy and with a pale face came to his stall for treatment. Qi Bai couldn't diagnose the problem, so he had no choice but to keep this man, Shang Ming, around for observation. This mortal was not only clingy, insisting Qi Bai keep him company even while he slept, but also frail, coughing every few steps and gasping for breath every few more.

Baleful yin energy kept pouring out of the Underworld, and strange events grew more and more frequent. Evil spirits gained tremendous power from the energy. Faced with a vast ghost domain, even Qi Bai, who was only good at treating illnesses, was in trouble. Just as he was about to burn every talisman he had and fight head-on, the sickly man behind him tugged at him.

"Move aside. I'll handle this."

You? Are you going to get yourself killed?

The next moment, a solemn nine-leaf black lotus appeared behind the sickly man. He was like the God of the Underworld made flesh, and with a sweep of his hand, the ghost domain collapsed.

Qi Bai was left gaping at the sight. But wait, why did the radiant golden light above the man's head look so familiar? Wasn't that his merit? Before he could even demand an explanation, the apparition disappeared, and Shang Ming slumped against him.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead and take advantage of me. You repaid my kindness by stealing my merit..."

P.S. An overpowered male lead who's helplessly frail in front of his beloved, but can instantly crush everything when his beloved is in danger, and a laid-back divine being who's spent a hundred years telling fortunes and can cure the troubles of both the living and the dead.

Theme: Be humble and cautious, and never become arrogant or impatient.