Chapter 865 — Framing Wei Zhao
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"They won't. The trick I pulled was well hidden—they're not clever enough to figure it out." The Medicine King waved a hand dismissively, full of confidence. "And even if they go to a hospital, nothing will show up!"
"Good, as long as it doesn't come back to us." Zhao Qibing nodded in satisfaction.
"Of course it won't. Not only will it not come back to us—soon they'll be handing us more money." The Medicine King gave a cold laugh. "Young Master Bing, just sit back and enjoy my little show!"
"Good, good. I'll be waiting for that idiot Zhen Yingjun to come deliver his money!" Zhao Qibing nodded happily.
The Medicine King was right. Before long, Su Jiaonang came running in: "Young Master Bing, Zhen Yingjun and his father are back again, asking to see the Medicine King!"
"Let them in." Zhao Qibing could barely wait. The more he tasted this quick and easy money, the more he could not stop.
Su Jiaonang quickly led Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun into the back room. The moment they entered, Zhen Dazhou flew into a rage, hoping to seize the initiative: "Medicine King, what kind of treatment is this? How is he getting worse the more you treat him? Parts that were fine before have been treated into problems!"
Zhen Dazhou was a rough man, but rough as he was, he had a fine side. He knew that if he tried to pin Zhen Yingjun's ailment squarely on aftereffects, that would not hold up well. But to get the Medicine King to treat his son—and to spend a little less money—he had no choice but to play the accuser first.
"I say, Zhen Dazhou, mind your words. Is this a place for you to throw your weight around? Even on your own turf, you'd better keep your manners in front of me!" Zhao Qibing frowned in annoyance, though inside he was uneasy. Could Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun have discovered something?
Zhen Dazhou's expression froze. True enough—he had been so focused on getting the Medicine King to treat the boy that he had forgotten this was Zhao Qibing's territory! He did not dare offend Zhao Qibing; the forces behind Zhao Qibing could crush him easily enough. So Zhen Dazhou switched to a smile at once: "Young Master Bing, don't be angry..."
"Hmph, speak properly. Don't think that because you're paying to see the Medicine King, you're God. In my house, the customer is not God!" Zhao Qibing curled his lip. Seeing that Zhen Dazhou did not dare make trouble, he relaxed. With a cold laugh he said, "If you want the Medicine King's treatment, we don't even take ordinary patients here!"
"Of course, of course!" Seeing Zhao Qibing so domineering, Zhen Dazhou did not dare say anything more. He could only put on a bitter face: "Young Master Bing, Medicine King, please take a look at my son Yingjun..."
"Haven't I already cured Zhen Yingjun's illness? What is there to look at?" The Medicine King feigned puzzlement as he looked at Zhen Dazhou.
"No, he's still sick!" Zhen Dazhou said hastily.
"Still sick? I don't see it. His mouth and ear aren't crooked anymore, his hands and feet work fine—a handsome young fellow through and through. Where's the problem?" The Medicine King looked Zhen Yingjun up and down as he spoke.
"No, it's not on the surface—it's a hidden ailment!" Zhen Dazhou said hurriedly. "Yingjun is impotent!"
"Impotent?" The Medicine King was startled, while Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua beside him also gaped in feigned astonishment, staring at Zhen Yingjun in disbelief: "How could you be impotent? When did you discover it?"
"Just now!" Zhen Yingjun said urgently. "Just now my dad and I went to the center Brother Cihua looks after—I figured I'd take a hot bath to wash away the bad luck after recovering from a grave illness. Then I called for a girl, and even after swallowing three Viagra pills, there was no reaction below the waist at all!"
"Have you had this problem before?" The Medicine King frowned and asked.