Chapter 866 — The Price Is a Bit Low
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"Treatment—of course treatment comes first!" Zhen Yingjun said hurriedly. "Medicine King, so this ailment of mine—can it still be cured?"
"It can be cured, but it won't be easy!" The Medicine King sighed. "For me, there is no illness I cannot cure, but there is a difference between easy and hard. When I treated you before, I already wasted a great deal of true qi, and now this ailment of yours is no small matter either—it will also consume true qi..."
"Medicine King, rest assured, I won't shortchange you on the fee. However much it costs, just name your price!" Hearing that his son could still be saved, Zhen Dazhou spoke up at once.
"This—you'll have to ask Young Master Bing. If I use up all my true qi on you, then if other patients come, I'll have no way to treat them, and the losses then would be more than a little!" The Medicine King said with a show of difficulty. "How about this for now? Once my true qi has recovered fully, I'll treat Yingjun then—how would that be? That way the fee can be a bit cheaper too!"
"That... how long would we have to wait?" Zhen Dazhou really did not have much money left. He had come to Songshan City with fifty million to invest in a gambling ship, but before he had even made the investment, he had already spent over ten million on consultation fees for his son's treatment.
Now, from the Medicine King's tone, treating his son's present ailment would cost far more than the previous fees. He hesitated a little. If waiting a while meant it would be cheaper, then what harm was there in waiting?
"Three to five years, give or take," the Medicine King said lightly.
"What?" Zhen Yingjun and Zhen Dazhou were instantly dumbstruck, staring at each other. Three to five years? Zhen Dazhou had assumed that "waiting a while" meant a few days, a month at most—who would have guessed it meant three to five years? That was far too long!
Zhen Yingjun could not wait that long. If something else went wrong in the meantime, or if the Medicine King could no longer be found, wouldn't he be a eunuch for the rest of his life? At that thought, Zhen Yingjun could not help turning to Zhen Dazhou for help, and Zhen Dazhou had thought of the same thing. How could he wait? If they waited and something else went wrong, the Zhen family line would end!
Zhen Dazhou gritted his teeth and asked, "Young Master Bing, the fee is no problem. As long as my son Yingjun's illness can be cured, any amount of money is no problem!"
"This..." Young Master Bing hesitated, then said with some difficulty, "Ah, it's not that I don't want to treat you—it's just that life has its price, but true qi is priceless!"
Hearing Young Master Bing's words, Zhen Dazhou wanted nothing more than to curse him out. What kind of logic was that—life has its price, true qi is priceless! But Zhen Dazhou could not lose his temper. He could only suppress his anger and ask, "It's all right, just name your price."
"It'll have to be thirty million at the very least..." Zhao Qibing said flatly.
"What?" Hearing that price, Zhen Dazhou was truly dumbfounded! He had expected the cost of treatment might be high, but he had never imagined it would be this high! Thirty million—and every cent of it had been squeezed out of Donghai bit by bit. Just like that, it would be gone?
"Young Master Bing, this price..." The Medicine King, hearing the figure, seemed to find it somewhat difficult.
At the Medicine King's words, Zhen Dazhou was overjoyed. It looked as though the Medicine King also thought the price was a bit high and wanted to speak up for him! The Medicine King really was a good man! He hurriedly chimed in, "Yes, yes, this price really is a bit..."
"A bit low!" the Medicine King continued. "My true qi is priceless!"
Hearing the Medicine King's words, Zhen Dazhou nearly vomited blood and died. So the Medicine King thought the price was too low, not too high? And he had foolishly chimed in himself—he really was the biggest fool alive!