Chapter 864 — Cured, Then Sick Again

That was impotence!

This had happened after Zhen Yingjun was cured of his hand and ear ailments. To celebrate his recovery from grave illness, Zhen Dazhou had taken him to a *** Center to wash away his bad luck. During the massage, acting on a whim, he had called for a girl—only to discover, to his utter horror, that he had become a living eunuch!

Even after swallowing several Viagra pills, nothing worked. Zhen Yingjun panicked at once, and with no thought for propriety, he staggered over and pounded on the door of his father's private room next door.

If Zhen Yingjun had called for a girl, how could Zhen Dazhou possibly have been sitting idle? He had naturally called for one too. He had just gotten into the room and was enjoying himself immensely when he suddenly heard a clinking knock at the door. He was startled half out of his wits, nearly frightened into a heart attack!

This *** Center was a place looked after by Li Cihua, who had also recommended it to them. It was said to be very safe—and yet here someone was, disturbing them! Zhen Dazhou, cursing under his breath, threw on his bathrobe and went to open the door: "Who is it!"

"Dad, it's me, Yingjun!" Zhen Yingjun pounded urgently on the door.

He had thought it might be a ** inspection or an enemy come looking for him, and Zhen Dazhou had been rather nervous. When he heard that it was his son Zhen Yingjun knocking, he flew into a rage. "You little brat! Your old man's been made impotent by you! What the hell are you knocking for? What is it?"

"Huh?" Zhen Yingjun was stunned for a moment, then said with some alarm, "Dad, you're impotent too? No way?"

"And whose fault is that but yours, scaring me like that?" Zhen Dazhou frowned, then suddenly started. "What do you mean, 'too'? You're impotent as well?"

"Yes, Dad, it's terrible, I'm impotent, what am I going to do!" Zhen Yingjun's voice was on the verge of tears. "I've already taken three Viagra, but it's no use—it just suddenly stopped working!"

Zhen Dazhou was startled. In an instant he lost all interest in the girl, and his lust evaporated. He hurriedly opened the door and let Zhen Yingjun in, asking anxiously, "Really? What on earth happened?"

"I don't know either, it just doesn't respond..." Zhen Yingjun said with a mournful face, looking as though his father had died. "Dad, I'm not ruined, am I?"

Zhen Dazhou had only this one son, and he was counting on him to carry on the family line. Hearing Zhen Yingjun's words, a large blister immediately rose at the corner of his mouth. "Don't panic yet. Are you sure you have no reaction?"

"Yes, I'm sure..." Zhen Yingjun nodded. "Look, this is how it is right now..."

Zhen Yingjun, not caring that there was still a girl in the room, took off his bathrobe directly to show Zhen Dazhou.

Zhen Dazhou grew anxious. Pointing at the girl in the room, he said, "You go out first. Here's your money! Not a word about this to anyone, you hear!"

With that, Zhen Dazhou gave the girl a thick wad of cash and sent her off.

The girl knew that something serious had happened to the Zhen father and son, and did not dare say anything. She took the money, nodded repeatedly, and slipped out of the private room.

"Yingjun, when did this start? Were there any warning signs before?" Zhen Dazhou asked cautiously.

"No, Dad. You know I've been ill these past few days, and I haven't touched a woman. But today, when I came here, I found something was wrong..." Zhen Yingjun said. "It worked fine before. Before we came to Songshan City, I even went to see one of my little sweethearts..."

"Then the problem arose after your illness? Could it be some kind of aftereffect?" That was the only possibility Zhen Dazhou could think of.

"That's possible, Dad. Let's go find Zhao the Medicine King right away. He has a magic touch and brings the dying back to life, he's very skilled. He's sure to have a good solution!" Hearing his father's analysis, Zhen Yingjun also thought it possible. Apart from an aftereffect, there really was no other explanation.

The two of them, having settled on this, quickly dressed, left the *** Center, and hurried toward the Geili Fuyun Bar.

In the Geili Fuyun Bar, Zhao Qibing looked at the entries on the deposit slips, one after another, and was overjoyed. "Wahahaha, I really am a genius, coming up with such a brilliant scheme. I never expected that in just a few short days, that big fool Zhen Yingjun would bring me ten million in income. This money is just too easy to make!"

"Of course!" Li Cihua flattered him. "It's Young Master Bing's money-making method that's formidable. Of course, the Medicine King deserves credit too!"

"I merely lent a hand. If Young Master Bing hadn't thought up this method of treating a man by tampering with him again and again, I could never have charged so much from a single patient, no matter how skilled I am!" the Medicine King said modestly.

"Mm, quite right. Medicine King, don't be modest. You deserve the greatest credit for this profit, and I'll tell my father so!" Zhao Qibing was not one to hog all the credit. He was skilled at winning people's hearts, and he knew how to make these people follow him with utter devotion.

Take Zhong Fabai and the others—they were now utterly devoted to him too! With just a small favor, Zhao Qibing had won himself a pack of loyal subordinates. Why not? And he understood very clearly that even if the Medicine King deserved the primary credit, the Zhao family would still know that he, Zhao Qibing, had been the one leading the affair. No matter what, the Medicine King could not steal the credit of the man in charge.

"Thank you, Young Master Bing!" the Medicine King said with some gratitude.

The Medicine King had begun studying medicine at the age of three and had started making his way in the world at fifteen. Back then he had played this same trick of treating people and making them worse. But because he had offended a powerful family, he was caught and nearly beaten to death. If the Zhao family patriarch, Zhao Guangyin, had not saved him then, there would be no Medicine King today.

Therefore the Medicine King was deeply grateful to the Zhao family. He felt that he owed his very life to them, and that whatever the Zhao family asked of him was only natural. And since Young Master Bing was Zhao Guangyin's son, he would naturally support him with all his heart.

He sought no reward; he stayed with the Zhao family out of a desire to repay their kindness. Now, seeing that Zhao Qibing meant to claim credit on his behalf, how could he not be moved? He might not care about such things, but he still hoped the Zhao family would value him.

"Still, the Zhen father and son are rich. Ten million—tsk tsk—is a bit little. They haven't been squeezed to the limit yet! If we could squeeze out a bit more money, that would be even better!" Zhao Qibing said with some regret.

"Rest assured, Young Master Bing. I have already played a trick on Zhen Yingjun. I believe he will come knocking at our door very soon, and then a great deal of cash will fall into your pocket," the Medicine King said with a smile.

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