Chapter 907 — And Me? What About Me?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"None..." The Medicine King shook his head. "They may call me the Medicine King, but that only means my medical skill is exceptional. Your son's testicles were blown apart by a bullet. Unless I had the power to make withered trees bloom and dead trees bear fruit, such a thing could never be made to grow again!"
"Dad, I don't want to be a eunuch! I haven't had my fun yet—boo hoo..." Zhen Yingjun burst into loud weeping, hatred for Wei Zhao burning in his heart. Before, Wei Zhao had turned him into a eunuch, yes—but only a false one. Now he had become a true eunuch!
Though it was Shen Yushu who had caused all this, it was Wei Zhao whom Zhen Yingjun hated! If Wei Zhao had not wounded Ma Zhu, Shen Yushu would never have found her opening! So in the end, all of this came down to Wei Zhao! He wanted Wei Zhao dead—dead beyond any hope of death!
"Don't worry, son, I'll cure you even if it costs me every last penny!" Zhen Dazhou said through gritted teeth. He had made a great deal of money, but what use was money when his line was cut off?
When Zhao Qibing heard that Zhen Dazhou meant to spend his entire fortune curing Zhen Yingjun, his eyes lit up at once. He knew full well that Zhen Dazhou had just squeezed two hundred and fifty million out of Gu Pengzhan, and he coveted it dearly! If that two hundred and fifty million came into his hands, the losses from the collapse of the tower would be nothing at all—and building a grand new Qibing Tower would no longer be a dream!
At this thought, Zhao Qibing said to the Medicine King, "Medicine King, can't you think of something? See if there's any way to cure Zhen Yingjun?"
"This... let me think it over, look through my references, and see if there's any good approach?" The Medicine King knew that Zhao Qibing was loath to give up such a lucrative opportunity, but for the moment he could not come up with any good way to treat Zhen Yingjun.
Granted, the Medicine King's whole purpose was to swindle people—but swindling, too, took skill; one did not simply cheat at random. It was true that the more he treated a patient, the sicker the patient became, but the prerequisite was that he first cure one illness and then conjure up another. As for Zhen Yingjun's present condition, he found himself somewhat at a loss.
Still, for the sake of earning a little more money for Young Master Bing, the Medicine King felt he ought to think it over carefully and see whether he could come up with some countermeasure.
"Good, then I'll have to trouble the Medicine King!" How could Zhen Dazhou know that Zhao Qibing and the Medicine King meant to keep fleecing him? He took it for the friendship that had grown between them through their dealings of late, which obliged the Medicine King to put in the effort.
"Think nothing of it, think nothing of it..." The Medicine King nodded.
"By the way, Ma-ye, what does the boss say?" Zhen Dazhou turned to look at Ma Zhu, who was in a sorry state at the moment, his whole body wrapped in bandages.
"The boss's side is no trouble—my master will send fellow disciples over as well..." Here Ma Zhu trailed off, a note of sorrow in his voice. He was the youngest and most promising disciple of his school, having cultivated the Golden Bell Cover to the eighth layer at such a young age; he was already an outer-school expert at the peak of the middle Xuan rank, the hope of the entire school!
His master had placed him at the boss's side, first to temper him, and second to protect the boss—after all, the boss brought the school a great deal of profit every year... Originally, his master had said that once his Golden Bell Cover broke through to the ninth layer, he could return to the school and move through the jianghu as its young sect master. But all that splendid future had shattered in this one moment...