Chapter 865 — Framing Wei Zhao

"Of course not. I was very discreet when I tampered with him. They simply do not have the brains to figure it out." The Medicine King waved his hand with complete confidence. "And even if they go to a hospital, no one will find anything suspicious!"

"Good. As long as it does not lead back to us, that is all that matters." Zhao Qibing nodded in satisfaction.

"Naturally, it will not implicate us. In fact, they will soon be bringing us more money." The Medicine King let out a cold laugh. "Young Master Zhao, just sit back and enjoy the show!"

"Excellent, excellent. Then I will sit here and wait for that idiot Zhen Yingjun to come bearing money!" Zhao Qibing nodded happily.

The Medicine King was right. Before long, Su Jiaonang hurried in. "Young Master Zhao, Zhen Dazhou and his son, Zhen Yingjun, are here again. They want to see the Medicine King!"

"Let them in." Zhao Qibing was already growing impatient. The more he savored the ease of making money this way, the more addicted he became.

Su Jiaonang quickly brought Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun into the back room. The moment they entered, Zhen Dazhou stormed forward, intent on seizing the initiative. "Medicine King, what kind of illness have you treated? Why has it only grown worse? You even managed to treat problems into places that were perfectly healthy before!"

Zhen Dazhou was a rough man, but there was a shrewdness beneath his rough exterior. He knew that trying to pass Zhen Yingjun's condition off as a side effect would not be very convincing. Still, in order to make the Medicine King treat his son, and preferably to spend as little money as possible, he had no choice but to accuse the other party first.

"Watch your mouth, Zhen Dazhou. Do you think this is a place where you can throw your weight around? Even on your own turf, you had better behave yourself in front of me!" Zhao Qibing frowned unhappily, though his heart was pounding with unease. Had Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun discovered something?

Zhen Dazhou's expression froze. He had been so focused on bringing his son to the Medicine King that he had forgotten this was Zhao Qibing's territory! He certainly did not dare offend Zhao Qibing. With the power behind Zhao Qibing, crushing Zhen Dazhou would be no difficult task. Thus, Zhen Dazhou immediately put on a smile. "Young Master Zhao, please do not be angry..."

"Hmph. Speak properly. Do not assume that paying to see the Medicine King makes you God. Not here. Here, the customer is not God!" Zhao Qibing curled his lip. Seeing that Zhen Dazhou no longer dared act rashly, he felt completely at ease and continued with a cold laugh, "People do not usually get an appointment with the Medicine King here!"

"Of course, of course!" Seeing how forceful Zhao Qibing was, Zhen Dazhou did not dare say anything more. He could only plead miserably, "Young Master Zhao, Medicine King, please, help take a look at my son Yingjun..."

"Was Zhen Yingjun not cured by me already? What is there left to examine?" The Medicine King looked at Zhen Dazhou in feigned confusion.

"No, he still has an illness!" Zhen Dazhou hurriedly replied.

"Still ill? I do not see anything wrong. His mouth and ears are no longer crooked, and his hands and feet are working perfectly. He looks like a perfectly healthy young man. What problem could he possibly have?" The Medicine King gave Zhen Yingjun a thorough once-over.

"It is not something visible on the surface. It is a hidden illness!" Zhen Dazhou hurriedly explained. "Yingjun cannot get it up!"

"He is impotent?" The Medicine King stared blankly. Beside him, Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua also widened their mouths in feigned astonishment and stared at Zhen Yingjun in disbelief. "How did that happen? When did you realize you were impotent?"

"Just now!" Zhen Yingjun answered anxiously. "My father and I went to the place under Brother Cihua's protection. Since I had just recovered from a serious illness, I wanted to take a hot bath and wash away the bad luck. Then I hired a girl, but even after taking three Viagra pills, there was no response whatsoever down there!"

"Did you have this problem before?" The Medicine King frowned.

"No! If I had, why would I have hired a girl?" Zhen Yingjun quickly shook his head. "I could not have gotten into trouble with Wei Zhao over those two women otherwise!"

"Hmm. If you were not ill, why did you take Viagra? And why take so much?" The Medicine King sneered inwardly. It was true that Zhen Yingjun had not been ill before, but he had suffered from kidney deficiency. The Medicine King had already determined that much.

"Well..." Zhen Yingjun suddenly looked embarrassed. With an awkward laugh, he said, "I just was not very good at lasting..."

The Medicine King nodded and carefully examined Zhen Yingjun before saying, "Very well. Hold out your hand. I will take your pulse."

"Yes!" Zhen Yingjun hurriedly extended his hand. The Medicine King then began pretending to take his pulse. In truth, Zhen Yingjun's condition had been caused by the Medicine King himself; there was no need for any examination. He was merely putting on an act for the father and son.

After a long while, the Medicine King's brows slowly drew together. He said nothing, merely closing his eyes and sinking into thought. The father and son grew terrified. Surely there was not some serious illness involved?

Zhen Dazhou was counting on Zhen Yingjun to carry on the family line. If his son had now become useless, what would they do in the future? Would he not end up without a single descendant?

Zhen Yingjun had not thought that far ahead, but he was frightened as well. After all, if he could never play with women again, a great deal of pleasure would vanish from his life.

"You are not ill." Only after a long while did the Medicine King finally utter those four words.

"Not ill?" Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun stared at him, their eyes wide with disbelief. Zhen Yingjun cried out, "How can I not be ill? This is clearly happening! Medicine King, if you do not believe me, I will take off my pants and show you!"

"That will not be necessary." The Medicine King waved his hand. "When I say you are not ill, I mean that you truly have no illness. But the fact that you cannot get it up is real."

"Oh? Then how do you explain that?" Zhen Yingjun was completely confused.

"Your impotence is not an illness. Someone tampered with you!" The Medicine King sighed and regarded Zhen Yingjun with sympathy. "Unbelievable. Wei Zhao is more vicious than anyone could have imagined. Not only did he inflict visible symptoms on you, he secretly turned you into a cripple as well. His methods are truly sinister!"

"What? Wei Zhao again?" The moment Zhen Yingjun heard that this was another curse Wei Zhao had left behind, he flew into a rage. "Dad, that Wei Zhao is utterly despicable! I want him dead!"

Zhen Dazhou was furious too. He had never imagined Wei Zhao could be so wicked as to leave his son with such a lasting affliction. Boiling with rage, he said, "Yingjun, do not worry. I will avenge this humiliation for you!"

"Enough, enough. Are you here to vent your anger on Wei Zhao, or are you here to have the illness treated?" The Medicine King frowned and asked in feigned displeasure. In reality, he was already laughing with delight inside. RO

For the fastest updates, read without pop-up ads.