Chapter 841 — Young Master Bing's New Idea
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"That's true enough." Zou Ruoguang nodded. "That A Ku is obviously a common swindler. It takes a pair of fools like the Zhen father and son to hand over fifty thousand yuan to him! They're the dumbest bastards alive!"
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Not only was there no sign of improvement in Zhen Yingjun, but the diarrhea had left him utterly wasted — swaying on his feet, ready to collapse at any moment.
Zhen Dazhou could see that this was going nowhere. His son had not improved one bit; if anything, he looked worse than ever. He hurriedly dialed Master A Ku's number, hoping to invite him back for another look — but the line only played the sound of a switched-off phone...
Only then did Zhen Dazhou realize he had been conned by that so-called Master A Ku! But who could he blame? True, Zou Tiandi had been the one who brought Master A Ku in, but Zou Tiandi had made it clear from the start that he knew no great immortal — all he could do was help find one.
The great immortal had been found, and it was only after Zhen Dazhou's own consent that he had treated Zhen Yingjun. Moreover, the donation to the shrine had been given of Zhen Dazhou's own free will. Zou Tiandi could not truly be held responsible for any of it!
Zhen Dazhou was beside himself with fury. Zhen Yingjun was his only son, doted on beyond measure. He had brought the boy along to Songshan City this time to expand the family business and let the boy broaden his horizons — who could have imagined it would turn into such a catastrophe!
In the space of a single night, Zhen Dazhou had aged a dozen years, and a great many white hairs had appeared in his head.
Seeing Zhen Dazhou groaning and sighing, and Zhen Yingjun writhing in agony on the bed, Zou Tiandi said with something like pity: "This doesn't look like spirit possession to me. Maybe you should take him to the hospital instead?"
Zou Tiandi reasoned that since Wei Zhao had transferred the injuries from that stroke-stricken old woman onto Zhen Yingjun, then what Zhen Yingjun had must be a genuine illness — what did it have to do with possession?
This remark jolted Zhen Dazhou into action. He rushed his son to the hospital in a blind panic. After a thorough examination, the doctors came to a conclusion: Zhen Yingjun's current symptoms were much like the aftereffects left by stroke, epilepsy, or cerebral hemorrhage. There was no quick fix available, and they recommended trying Chinese medical massage and acupuncture.
Hearing the doctors' verdict, the Zhen father and son finally understood. This was no spirit possession — the aftereffects of that paralytic old woman's illness had genuinely been transferred into Zhen Yingjun's body! They did not know how the transfer had happened, but the illness had unmistakably ended up inside him.
Zhen Yingjun wanted to weep but had no tears left. Why did he deserve this? All he had done was kick the old paralytic woman's woven bag! Surely that was no reason for such a vicious punishment — to transplant her very illness into his own body?
The father and son were thoroughly demoralized. They had been duped by a spirit shaman, and when all was said and done, the truth turned out to be nothing like what they had assumed. Worse still, this illness was no easy thing to cure!
The hospital of traditional Chinese medicine was blunt: no one could promise a complete cure. An aftereffect of this kind could only be treated on a trial basis — perhaps it might ease, perhaps there might even be a miracle. For the examination had revealed that Zhen Yingjun's meridians were blocked to an extraordinary degree.
His condition was not the same as the old woman's. She had suffered from genuine aftereffects, while Zhen Yingjun's affliction was one manufactured by Wei Zhao's energy. The pattern of meridian blockage was unlike anything a normal aftereffect would produce.