Chapter 843 — The Zhen Family Seeks Medical Help
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"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?"