Chapter 843 — The Zhen Family Seeks Medical Help

"You go out and spread the word in a bit. Over here, Yao Wang is opening his practice to take patients, specializing in stubborn and complicated ailments!" Zhao Qibing said. "Of course, you should also let it slip that Yao Wang serves as the private physician of a hidden family..."

"Right, Young Master Bing, I know just what to do!" Li Cihua nodded. Zhao Qibing's money-making scheme was quite clever, and there was no danger in it at all.

"Now, about that orphanage business—why don't you tell me? What, are there difficulties?" Zhao Qibing asked.

"It's like this: after we went there last time—that old director is a Yellow Rank expert, isn't she? I was thinking we could have Yao Wang step forward and put a little fright into the old woman, make them clear out and hand the orphanage's land over to us..." Li Cihua said.

"Hmm... there's no rush on that. Put the Yao Wang practice matter in order first—after all, that's money we'll see coming back at once. Demolishing the orphanage will take a certain amount of time yet!" Zhao Qibing said.

"All right." Li Cihua nodded and went out to spread the word.

What Zhen Dazhou had asked Zou Tiandi to look into was, in fact, those miracle doctors who served the wealthy exclusively. He felt that ordinary physicians could no longer cure Zhen Yingjun's illness—only those miracle doctors could.

Heaven rewards the diligent, and Zhen Dazhou never expected word to arrive so quickly: the Zhao family's private physician had actually opened a practice to take patients!

As one of the more prominent figures in Donghai City, Zhen Dazhou naturally knew a thing or two about the hidden Zhao family that held sway there. Though a man of his station still had no chance of coming into contact with the Zhao family, he was well aware that the Zhao family was a formidable power indeed!

Hearing that the Zhao family's private physician had opened a practice, he hurriedly sent Zhen Yingjun over. In his view, the Zhao family's private physician was bound to be far superior to the doctors out in the streets!

And so, Zhen Yingjun became Yao Wang's first patient.

"What seems to be the trouble?" Yao Wang glanced at Zhen Yingjun—crooked mouth, slanted eyes, cramping leg—and feigned ignorance, asking in an indifferent tone.

"My son, Zhen Yingjun, somehow fell under an evil spell and ended up like this..." Zhen Dazhou thought there was no need to recount how the boy had fallen ill—it would only invite ridicule. Better to state the condition directly.

"What's your son's name? Zhen Yingjun? Ha, handsome indeed!" Looking at Zhen Yingjun's present state, Zhao Qibing could not help but cackle. Where was there anything remotely handsome about him?

Zhen Dazhou knew Zhao Qibing, knew him for one of Donghai City's notorious young masters, and had vaguely heard of his hidden-family background. So when he saw Yao Wang at Zhao Qibing's side, he harbored no doubts, trusted Yao Wang completely, and sincerely asked him to treat the boy.

Seeing Zhao Qibing laugh, he dared not take offense, only smiled bitterly and said: "My son used to look fairly spirited, but now he cannot show his face in public. Everyone who hears his name bursts out laughing, just like Young Master Bing here!"

Zhao Qibing had laughed before he could stop himself, but regret came right after—he was out to swindle money from Zhen Dazhou, so how could he go and provoke the man? Hearing Zhen Dazhou say this, though, Zhao Qibing breathed a sigh of relief. He thought: this Zhen Dazhou is a sensible sort, knows when to advance and when to yield! Then he said: "Yao Wang, why don't you have a look at him?"

Yao Wang nodded and glanced at Zhen Yingjun. A brief examination was enough for him to understand the ailment. What Wei Zhao had done was simple: he had used true qi to seal several of Zhen Yingjun's meridians and acupoints. Even without treatment, it would resolve on its own in seven or eight years.

Of course, Yao Wang could not say such a thing aloud.

"It can be cured, but it is very complicated!" Yao Wang said to Zhen Dazhou, putting on an air of profundity.

"Master Yao Wang, I beg you—I implore you, you must cure my son! If only Yingjun can be cured, name whatever terms you wish, and I will do everything in my power!" Hearing that Yao Wang could cure him, Zhen Dazhou was overjoyed. He had seen many doctors, and all had been helpless.

"Zhen Yingjun's ailment is in fact not an illness, nor is it an evil spell—someone has tampered with him," Yao Wang said flatly. "This is no ordinary aftereffect of a stroke! Though it looks similar, in truth the two are worlds apart!"

Hearing Yao Wang's words, Zhen Dazhou could not help nodding along. So someone had tampered with him? No wonder the ordinary hospitals had been helpless!

"Ah! Someone tampered with me?" Zhen Yingjun was startled. It suddenly came back to him—that man named Wei Zhao had seemed to pat him a few times, and afterward he had fallen ill! Could that have been when the man did it? He could not help blurting out: "That's it! It must have been Wei Zhao who did this! Father, I know now!"

"Wei Zhao?" Hearing the name, Yao Wang put on a show of surprise. "What did you say? Wei Zhao was the one who tampered with you?"

"Yes! Why do you ask?" Zhen Yingjun was taken aback.

"Yao Wang, do you actually know this man named Wei Zhao?" Zhen Dazhou had never imagined that his son had been secretly manipulated, for it sounded rather fantastical. So when his son recounted what had happened at the time, Zhen Dazhou had paid it little mind. But now that Yao Wang himself had said his son had been tampered with, and that Yao Wang actually knew the very man his son suspected, he could not help but ask.

"Of course I know him!" Yao Wang nodded and said: "This Wei Zhao is a skilled physician, adept at saving lives, but equally adept at ruining them. How could I not know of him?"

"Ah! Damn it, so it was Wei Zhao who did this! I will kill him!" Now that Zhen Yingjun knew the truth, he flew into a towering rage.

Zhao Qibing watched from the side and could only sneer. You will kill him? Who do you think you are? I have long wished Wei Zhao dead, and yet here I am with a broken leg, Uncle Zhu bedridden, the building collapsed, the money gone, and Wei Zhao still hopping about, alive and well!

But Zhao Qibing said nothing. He did not mind the Zhen father and son making more trouble for Wei Zhao; even if they could not kill him, giving Wei Zhao some grief would be a fine thing.

Zhen Dazhou cleared his throat and shot his son a glare. In his heart he thought: If you mean to take revenge, at least wait until you have recovered! Can you not tell which matter takes priority? After cutting his son off, Zhen Dazhou turned to Yao Wang: "Yao Wang, between you and this Wei Zhao, who is the more formidable?"

"Hmph. The ailments he creates, I can cure. Tell me, who is the more formidable?" Yao Wang did not answer the question directly, but replied in a misleading fashion.

"Of course it is you, Yao Wang, who is more formidable!" Zhen Dazhou did not think so at all; he simply assumed Yao Wang had spoken with restraint out of modesty. He said hastily: "Then could you treat my son?"