Chapter 844 — The More It's Treated, the Worse It Gets
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"Young Master Bing, my preliminary plan is to wring ten million out of the Zhen father and son. What do you think?" Yao Wang told Zhao Qibing his idea.
"Ten million? That little?" Zhao Qibing frowned. "I hear Zhen Dazhou is rolling in money—assets in the hundreds of millions. At the very least we ought to take half. Let's say fifty million!"
"Hiss..." Yao Wang was startled, thinking to himself, Young Master Bing is a ruthless one indeed! Far more ruthless than I am. I thought ten million already a great deal, and Young Master Bing opens his mouth for fifty million straight away? Yet try as he might, Yao Wang could not work it out—how could a trifling ailment like Zhen Yingjun's be worth fifty million? He could not help asking, "Young Master Bing, one million a visit, ten visits makes ten million—is that not already plenty?"
"Are you thick or what?" Zhao Qibing glared. "When you're treating him, can't you conjure up a few other ailments? That's no hardship for you, is it? Do I have to teach you this too? One look and you can tell that Zhen Yingjun is a fellow steeped in wine and women. Make him impotent, and see whether he comes begging with gold in hand. Or if you fear suspicion, work on Zhen Dazhou directly—make the old bastard's functions wither away!"
"I understand, Young Master Bing!" At Zhao Qibing's words, Yao Wang's mind was suddenly opened. He thought to himself, even a black-hearted doctor like me is not as black as Young Master Bing—Young Master Bing is simply too black!
Word that Zhen Yingjun had fallen prey to a strange illness had reached nearly every notable in Songshan City. The commotion had been considerable at the time, and Zhen Dazhou had engaged Zou Tiandi to seek physicians far and wide—no secret, that! But that Zhen Yingjun's illness had been cured by a newly emerged "Zhao Yao Wang"—that piece of news gave these people a tremendous shock!
In the past, everyone in Songshan City knew Guan Xuewen as the miracle doctor; who would have thought that now another Zhao Yao Wang had appeared, who seemed even more formidable than Guan Xuewen! After all, everyone had seen Zhen Yingjun's condition—crooked mouth, lame leg—and the hospital examinations had found no remedy. Yet under a few strokes of Zhao Yao Wang's needles, a miracle had come to pass!
Zhen Yingjun's leg was no longer lame, nor his mouth crooked; and as for the deaf ear and the hand without feeling, Zhen Dazhou was unwilling to speak of them abroad, saying only that his son was cured! In this way, it served as an advertisement for Zhao Yao Wang! For a time, everyone knew that a Zhao Yao Wang had risen in Songshan City, a man of most brilliant medical skill, who surpassed even Doctor Guan. And so Zhao Yao Wang's fame was made in a single stroke!
Thereafter, whenever the wealthy and fashionable of society wished to see a doctor, the first name that came to mind was Zhao Yao Wang. After all, Zhao Yao Wang had a proven cure to his name—Zhen Yingjun was now indeed skipping about, lively as could be...
Through Lai Pangzi and Guan Xuewen, Wei Zhao learned the news at the earliest moment, but he paid it no mind. That Zhao Qibing had begun treating patients and making money had little enough to do with Wei Zhao; and as for whether Zhen Yingjun had been cured, Wei Zhao cared even less. He had never intended to put Zhen Yingjun to death in the first place—if the man was cured, then so be it.