Chapter 864 — Cured, Then Sick Again
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"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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