"Well said! Then I understand. Young Master Bing, rest assured." The Medicine King nodded and said, "I'll plant an eye disease in him—make his vision grow foggier and foggier until he can't see a thing! Of course, this will take about a year to run its course..."

"Good, that's settled then! A year from now, when the Zhen family has made enough money, they'll bring it right over to us! Wahahahaha!" Zhao Qibing burst into gleeful laughter.

Just as the Medicine King had predicted, Zhen Dazhou brought Zhen Yingjun back. The hospital had found nothing wrong, so they had no choice but to return to Zhao Qibing's doorstep and get fleeced once more.

"Young Master Bing, I've finally scraped together the money. When can we start the treatment?" Zhen Dazhou said with an ingratiating smile. He had now concluded that no one but the Medicine King could cure his son's condition.

"Actually, we could have started a while ago. You're a regular customer—no need to pay upfront!" Zhao Qibing said, not without sarcasm.

"Ha, I just figured I'd get the money together first, that's all." Unsure whether Zhao Qibing had seen through the real reason for his earlier departure, Zhen Dazhou felt a bit awkward. "Shall we begin now?"

The Medicine King nodded. "Very well, let's begin. Go with Li Cihua to take care of the transfer procedures, and I'll start treating your son at once."

Zhen Dazhou followed Li Cihua to handle the transfer, while the Medicine King made a great show of channeling his qi to heal Zhen Yingjun. Holding a silver needle in his left hand and gripping Zhen Yingjun's pulse point with his right, he heated up strands of true qi until Zhen Yingjun felt warmth surging through his whole body.

Silver needles quickly covered Zhen Yingjun from head to toe, turning him into a hedgehog. But he had faith in the Medicine King's skill, so he wasn't afraid.

Only one of the needles was actually placed correctly; the rest were mere show, not a single one hitting a real acupoint. And one needle in particular was wrecking his eyesight... Of course, Zhen Yingjun had no idea—he just assumed it was some miraculous divine technique!

The Medicine King had heated his true qi so high that he himself was soon drenched in sweat, his forehead dripping. To any onlooker, he looked like a man who had overexerted himself to the point of collapse.

Watching the Medicine King pour sweat like rain, Zhen Dazhou sighed to himself. It seemed thirty million wasn't easy money after all—just think how much true qi this had to consume!

"So hot... I'm roasting alive..." Zhen Yingjun was scorched to the point of agony by the Medicine King's heat, his whole body turning red as if he'd been boiled.

"Yingjun, you have to hold on!" Zhen Dazhou hurriedly cheered his son on. "The healing process is naturally painful!"

"I know, I'll endure it... the mighty Ninja Turtle, brave beyond compare..." Zhen Yingjun began muttering words of encouragement to himself...

Zhen Yingjun was tormented within an inch of his life for over an hour, and the Medicine King didn't have it easy either, nearly suffering heatstroke himself. But for that thirty million, he had to put on a convincing performance—he needed Zhen Dazhou to feel every cent was well spent, so that he would go out and spread the word about how remarkable Medicine King Zhao was!

"It's responding! It's responding!" A little while later, Zhen Yingjun suddenly noticed that his lower body had reacted, and he shouted with joy: "Dad, I've got a reaction!"

"Oh? That's absolutely wonderful!" Zhen Dazhou walked over for a look and was equally thrilled. "The Medicine King is a true miracle worker! Even the hospital doctors said this illness was incurable, yet the Medicine King heals it at a touch!"

"Naturally! Don't you know who the Medicine King is?" Zhao Qibing said smugly, while inwardly cursing Zhen Dazhou for a fool. This was all the Medicine King's doing in the first place—if he couldn't cure it, who could?

"Whew..." The Medicine King finally began withdrawing his energy. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "All right, he's cured! But this old man's strength is spent—I need to regulate my breathing for a moment."

"You've worked hard, Medicine King!" Seeing the Medicine King in such exhaustion, Zhen Dazhou felt the thirty million had been well worth it. Though his son had been treated many times before, never once had it been this grueling. It seemed his illness was truly a tough one to crack!

The Medicine King waved a hand without speaking and simply sat there with his eyes closed, regathering his strength. Zhen Yingjun, however, jumped up in excitement: "Dad, it really works! I'm actually cured!"

"That's good, that's good!" Zhen Dazhou, too, let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, Young Master Bing and Medicine King!"

"Think nothing of it. And let me congratulate your son on regaining his manly vigor!" Zhao Qibing cackled. "But that thirty million of yours was money down the drain!"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhen Dazhou was taken aback, having never expected Zhao Qibing to say such a thing.

"If Gu Mengyao and that Shen Yushu hadn't meddled in other people's business, if Wei Zhao hadn't stuck up for those two girls, would Zhen Yingjun have all these problems? Would you have suffered such a huge loss?" Zhao Qibing began to incite Zhen Dazhou into clashing with Wei Zhao.

"Exactly! This time, I will not let him off lightly! However, I'd like to ask you for help, Young Master Bing—help me look into the Gu Group's information..." Zhen Dazhou felt that, being a stranger in a strange land, he would have to rely on the locals to get anything done in Songshan City. Zou Tiandi had clearly been distancing himself these last few days. Zhen Dazhou had more or less heard about the grudge between Zou Tiandi and Wei Zhao, and secretly sneered at the man's cowardice, so he simply decided not to trouble him and turned instead to cooperating with Li Cihua.

"Mm... that's no problem." Zhao Qibing nodded, being quite generous about it. "After all, we go way back—this much help I can offer. But how are you planning to deal with Wei Zhao? If it's convenient, tell me about it and I'll help you mull it over. Wei Zhao and I are old adversaries too!"

It was precisely because Zhen Dazhou had also heard about the bad blood between Zhao Qibing and Wei Zhao that he dared to lay out his plan against Wei Zhao so openly and without the slightest concealment. The enemy of my enemy is my friend—he trusted that Zhao Qibing would not sell him out.

"It's like this—I'm planning to..." Zhen Dazhou told Zhao Qibing his scheme against Wei Zhao...

"Hmm, that plan of yours is excellent—why didn't I think of it before!" The moment he heard Zhen Dazhou's scheme, Zhao Qibing slapped the table in admiration and cried out, "First, send a mid-Mystic-rank expert to abduct Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, then lure Wei Zhao to a deserted spot. Rake him with a hail of bullets—even if they don't kill him, they'll leave him gravely wounded. Then have that mid-Mystic-rank expert finish him off. Brilliant!"

Previously, Zhao Qibing had always thought of sending an even more formidable expert to settle things with Wei Zhao one-on-one, but he had overlooked an important fact: there is strength in numbers. How could a whole gang of gunmen possibly fail to wipe out a single Wei Zhao?

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