Chapter 864 — Cured, Then Sick Again

It was impotence!

This had happened after Zhen Yingjun had been cured of the ailments in his hands and ears. To celebrate his recovery from his long illness, Zhen Dazhou took him to a *** center to wash away his bad luck. While receiving a massage, Zhen Yingjun had grown interested and requested a girl, only to discover to his horror that he had become a living eunuch!

Even after taking several Viagra pills, nothing worked. Zhen Yingjun panicked at once, and heedless of everything else, he staggered over and pounded on the door of his father's private room next door!

If Zhen Yingjun had called for a girl, how could Zhen Dazhou possibly have sat waiting on his own? Naturally, he had picked one too. He had just gotten into his room and was enjoying himself when he suddenly heard a clatter of knocking at the door, which startled him badly, nearly giving him a heart attack!

This *** center was a venue under Li Cihua's protection, and it was Li Cihua who had recommended the place to them, claiming it was very safe. Yet here they were, being disturbed! Zhen Dazhou cursed and grumbled as he threw on a bathrobe and went to open the door: "Who is it!"

"Dad, it's me, it's Yingjun!" Zhen Yingjun pounded anxiously on the door.

He had assumed it was a police raid or an enemy coming to settle scores, so Zhen Dazhou had been rather tense. When he heard that it was his son Zhen Yingjun knocking, he flew into a rage and barked, "You little brat! Your old man has been made impotent! What are you knocking for, you little kidney? What's the matter?"

"Huh?" Zhen Yingjun froze for a moment and then said in some alarm, "Dad, you're impotent too? No way?"

"Isn't it all because you frightened me?" Zhen Dazhou frowned, then started. "What do you mean, too? You're impotent as well?"

"Yes, Dad, it's terrible, I'm impotent, what am I going to do!" Zhen Yingjun's voice was on the verge of tears. "I've already taken three Viagra pills, but it's no use, it just suddenly stopped working!"

Zhen Dazhou was startled. In an instant, he lost all desire to enjoy the girl, and his lust evaporated. He hurriedly opened the room door and let Zhen Yingjun in, saying anxiously, "Really? What on earth happened?"

"How would I know! It just doesn't respond..." Zhen Yingjun said with a miserable face, looking as though his father had died. "Dad, I'm not ruined for good, am I?"

Zhen Dazhou had only this one son, and he was counting on him to carry on the family line. Hearing Zhen Yingjun's words, a large blister immediately rose at the corner of his mouth. "Don't panic yet. Are you sure you have no response?"

"Yes, I'm sure..." Zhen Yingjun nodded. "Look, this is how it is right now..."

Zhen Yingjun ignored the fact that there was still a girl in the room and directly took off his bathrobe to show Zhen Dazhou.

Zhen Dazhou grew anxious. He pointed at the girl in the room and said, "Get out first. This is your money! Not a word of this to anyone!"

With that, Zhen Dazhou gave the girl a thick wad of cash and sent her away first.

The girl knew that something serious had happened to the Zhen father and son, and she did not dare say anything. She took the cash, nodded repeatedly, and slipped out of the private room.

"Yingjun, when did this start? Were there any signs beforehand?" Zhen Dazhou asked cautiously.

"No, Dad, you know that I've been ill for a while, right? I haven't touched a woman. But today when I came here, I found something was wrong..." Zhen Yingjun said. "It was working fine before. Before we came to Songshan City, I even went to see one of my little lovers..."

"Then the problem arose after you got sick? Could it be some kind of aftereffect?" That was the only possibility Zhen Dazhou could think of.

"It's possible, Dad. Let's go find Zhao Yaowang right away. He has a miraculous touch and is very skilled. He's sure to have a good solution!" Hearing his father's analysis, Zhen Yingjun also felt it was possible. Apart from an aftereffect, there really was no other possibility.

After discussing it between them, the two quickly dressed, left the *** center, and hurried toward the Geili Fuyun Bar.

At the Geili Fuyun Bar, Zhao Qibing looked at the rows of deposit slips and was beside himself with joy. "Wahaha, I really am a genius, coming up with such a brilliant scheme. I never expected that in just a few days, that big fool Zhen Yingjun would bring me over ten million in income. Making money like this is just too easy!"

"Of course!" Li Cihua flattered him. "It's still Young Master Bing's money-making ideas that are formidable. Of course, we can't leave out Lord Yao's contribution!"

"I only lent a hand. If Shaobing hadn't thought up this way of treating patients with repeated tampering, there's no way I could have charged so much from a single patient, no matter how skilled I am!" Yao Wang said modestly.

"Yes, quite right. Yao Wang, don't be so modest. You deserve the greatest credit for the money we made this time, and I'll tell my father as much!" Zhao Qibing was not one to hog all the glory. He was skilled at winning people over, and he knew exactly how to make such men follow him with unwavering loyalty.

Take Zhong Fabai and the others — they were utterly devoted to him now! With only the slightest favors, Zhao Qibing had gained a host of loyal followers, so why not? And he saw the matter clearly: even if Yao Wang deserved the primary credit, the Zhao family would know that he, Zhao Qibing, had been the one directing it all, and Yao Wang would never usurp the credit that belonged to the man in charge.

"Thank you, Shaobing!" Yao Wang said with some gratitude.

Yao Wang had begun studying medicine at the age of three and started making his way in the world at fifteen. Back then, he too had played the same trick of treating people and making them worse. But he had offended a powerful family, been seized, and nearly beaten to death. If the Zhao family head, Zhao Guangyin, had not rescued him then, there would be no Yao Wang today!

So Yao Wang was deeply grateful to the Zhao family. He felt that he owed them his very life, that whatever the Zhao family asked of him was only natural, and since Shaobing was Zhao Guangyin's son, he would of course support him with all his heart.

He sought no reward; he stayed with the Zhao family out of a desire to repay their kindness. Now, seeing that Zhao Qibing meant to take credit on his behalf, how could he not be moved? He might not care about such things, but he still hoped the Zhao family would value him.

"Still, the Zhen father and son have money — ten million, tsk tsk, and even that's a bit too little. We haven't squeezed them dry yet! If we could squeeze out a bit more, that would be even better!" Zhao Qibing said with some regret.

"Rest assured, Shaobing. I've already planted a little something in Zhen Yingjun, and I believe he'll come knocking at our door very soon. Then a great deal of cash will fall into your pocket," Yao Wang said with a smile.