護花近衛 - 第843章 甄家求醫 - 翰墨軒

"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.