Chapter 865 — Framing Wei Zhao
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"No! If I'd had this problem, why would I call for a girl?" Zhen Yingjun shook his head hastily. "And I wouldn't have offended Wei Zhao over those two little chits!"
"Mm. You weren't sick, so why take Viagra? And so much of it?" The Medicine King sneered inwardly. You weren't sick before, but your kidneys were weak! That much he had already determined earlier.
"Well..." Zhen Yingjun suddenly looked embarrassed and gave a dry laugh. "Just... not much staying power..."
The Medicine King nodded, looked Zhen Yingjun over carefully, and then said: "All right, hold out your hand. Let me take your pulse."
"Yes!" Zhen Yingjun hurriedly extended his hand. The Medicine King made a show of taking his pulse. In truth, Zhen Yingjun's ailment was his own doing—there was no need to feel his pulse at all. This was merely a performance for the Zhen father and son.
After a long while, the Medicine King's brows slowly knit tighter. He said nothing, only closing his eyes and brooding in silence, frightening the Zhen father and son half to death. Surely it wasn't some grave illness?
Zhen Dazhou had been counting on Zhen Yingjun to carry on the family line. Now that his son had become a useless cripple, what was he going to do? Was he doomed to end his line without heirs?
Zhen Yingjun, for his part, had not thought that far ahead, but he was no less terrified. After all, if he could never enjoy women again, life would lose a great deal of its pleasure.
"You are not sick." After a long moment, the Medicine King finally uttered just three words.
"Not sick?" Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun both gaped, staring at the Medicine King in disbelief. Zhen Yingjun cried out in shock, "How can I not be sick? That is exactly what happened! Medicine King, if you don't believe me, I'll drop my pants and show you!"
"That won't be necessary." The Medicine King waved a hand dismissively. "I say you are not sick because there truly is no illness. But your impotence — that is very real."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Zhen Yingjun was somewhat puzzled.
"Your impotence is not an illness — someone has tampered with you!" The Medicine King sighed, gazing at Zhen Yingjun with something close to sympathy. "Who would have thought... who would have thought that this Wei Zhao could be so insidious and vicious. Not only did he fabricate a set of symptoms on the surface, but in secret he turned you into a cripple as well. What sinister, poisonous scheming!"
"What? Wei Zhao again?" Upon hearing that Wei Zhao was the root cause yet again, Zhen Yingjun flew into a rage. "Dad, this Wei Zhao is absolutely despicable — I want to kill him!"
Zhen Dazhou was seething as well. He had never imagined Wei Zhao could be this wicked, planting such a hidden curse upon his son. His fury erupted: "Yingjun, don't worry — I will make sure you get your revenge!"
"Enough, enough. Are you going to seek out Wei Zhao for revenge, or are you going to let me finish my examination?" The Medicine King frowned and asked with feigned displeasure. In truth, he was already bursting with joy inside. RO