Chapter 869 — The Same Prescription
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
"Workable. More than workable—very workable!" Zhao Qibing nodded, then turned to Li Cihua. "Cihua, what do you think?"
"The feasibility really is high!" Li Cihua nodded in agreement. "Whatever information you need, I'll help you get it!"
"Then I'm truly grateful, Brother Cihua!" Zhen Dazhou hurriedly expressed his thanks. "I'll go back first and get in touch with that expert..."
"Wait..." the Medicine King spoke up again.
"Medicine King, is there something else?" Zhen Dazhou was taken aback. But since it was the Medicine King speaking, he dared not be negligent; he quickly halted and turned back to ask.
"That hidden ailment of yours today put me in mind of something. Though your son appears to be cured for now, I can't guarantee Wei Zhao hasn't planted some other hidden trick. You must be careful—after you go back, if anything seems off, don't take it lightly!" The Medicine King had begun administering a precautionary inoculation to Zhen Dazhou.
"What! There could be more?" Zhen Dazhou was instantly furious. "Wei Zhao is utterly despicable! Even more than that?"
"It's only a guess. I can't be sure—after all, I'm only inferring from what happened today," the Medicine King said with a sigh.
"Then... Medicine King, could you examine Yingjun once more?" Zhen Dazhou asked cautiously.
"An examination now wouldn't reveal anything. When there's no flare-up, how would one examine for symptoms? Surely you don't expect me to check every last part of your son's body? My true qi would very likely run dry and I'd just drop dead on the spot." The Medicine King waved his hand, declining Zhen Dazhou's proposal.
"Is that so..." Hearing the Medicine King say this, Zhen Dazhou could not insist. But inside, something felt blocked up, deeply unpleasant, and his hatred for Wei Zhao deepened another layer.
"But rest assured—there is no illness the Medicine King cannot cure. If there's a problem, come find me again!" the Medicine King said reassuringly.
"Then I suppose that's all we can do." Zhen Dazhou had no other recourse. He took his son and bade farewell.
Once Zhen Dazhou and his son had gone, Zhao Qibing sighed. "What a pair of fools. I just hope they blunder into it by sheer luck and kill Wei Zhao!"
"Let them stir up trouble. We just make our money in peace, and that's enough..." Li Cihua said. "Young Master Bing, we've already taken in forty million now—shall we go develop that orphanage?"
"Hmm, all right. Make the preparations, then take the Medicine King over there and give the orphanage a warning. Tell them to smarten up and move out, or I'll have them killed!" Zhao Qibing said with great arrogance. With a surefire way of raking in money, he had grown considerably more domineering.
"Young Master Bing, but I'm no good at fighting?" The Medicine King cast off his earlier listless air and in an instant became full of vigor.
"That's fine. You just need to display the strength of a Profound-rank expert. That old headmistress is nothing but a Yellow-rank expert—she wouldn't dare take you on directly!" Zhao Qibing said carelessly. "I'm sending you there not to fight her but to scare her! Rest assured, as long as she isn't an idiot, she won't lay a hand on you!"
"Understood!" The Medicine King relaxed and then said, "Young Master Bing, I'll go take a shower first. That business just now nearly roasted me to death—I'm drenched head to toe. This thirty million wasn't easy money!"
"Ha!" Hearing this, Zhao Qibing burst into delighted laughter. "Medicine King, rest assured—one way or another, you're the one who made this happen. I've taken note of it!"
"Many thanks, Young Master Bing!" The Medicine King hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks...