925 Light Injury

This was an utterly abnormal way of thinking.

"You're quite right," Wang Yao said with a smile. "If you give me enough money for this disease, I can take a look for you."

"Look at this, look at this! You've admitted it yourself, revealing your cunning fox tail. Isn't money your goal in the end?" The man's face lit up with a happy smile. His face had an expression that said he knew this would happen.

"How much do you want? Tell me your price."

"$1 billion," Wang Yao calmly said.

"How much?" The man was stupefied. He thought something was wrong with his ears and had heard incorrectly.

"$1 billion," Wang Yao repeated.

"Wait a minute. Have you gone mad thinking about money?" the man replied. "What kind of treatment requires one to spend so much money? Do you know that amount is enough to build a hospital?"

"Aren't you rich?"

"I am indeed rich, but I'm not a fool," the man said. "How about $10,000 to treat my illness."

"Forget it. Hurry up and leave. In your case, the disease doesn't need treatment." Wang Yao waved his hands.

"Just keep working hard."

"Well, will it be fine to continue?" After hearing that, the man was stunned. He felt that his body had seemed to be getting worse recently. The problem wasn't only that he could not get hard, but he also had the feeling that his body had been hollowed out. Even taking the Dihuang Pills and certain treasured tablets garnered no effects for him.

He had no choice but to take the kinds of medicines that were too strong and damaged his body if he wanted to get hard. It was effective for a short period. He had temporarily recovered his former heroism and returned to being a strong, virile man. As time went by, the amount of medicine he had to take greatly increased, but the duration of sustained efficacy was shortening. His health was also getting worse. It was not a good omen.

"There won't be a problem," Wang Yao replied. "I estimate that it'll take no more than a year."

"After more than a year, will my body be better automatically?" the man asked.

"No, what I meant was that you won't have to worry about your health then," Wang Yao said.

"Why?"

"Because you will be dead by then," Wang Yao said. "After you die, you won't know anything. What else would you have to worry about?"

"Are you bloody toying with me?" When the man heard that, he was furious and shot up.

His breathing was quick and short, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

"Tut, tut, your body is not just ordinarily bad. Have you chosen? If not, your underworld mansion awaits. You'll have to hurry up if you haven't." Wang Yao was not angry, he did not want to bother arguing with him.

"You damn b*stard!" The man reached out his hand and tried to slap Wang Yao.

"Oh, who is that? How dare you raise your hand here!" A man's voice sounded behind him. He suddenly felt his knees give out beneath him, disobeying his instructions. He fell to his knees and knelt on the floor.

"What's happening? Why am I kneeling?" He was puzzled as to the position he found himself in.

"Good evening, Sir." The arriving visitor was Jia Zizai.

"Zizai, please escort this extremely ill man out," Wang Yao coldly said.

"Yes," Jia Zizai replied.

"Let's go."

He reached for the man's arm. The man tried hard to break free, but he found that the other man was holding his hand in an iron grip. He could not break free. Moreover, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist whenever he exerted strength. It caused cold sweat to sprout all over his body. This big man, who was 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighed 198 pounds, was easily controlled by the other man. He was thrown out as easily as if he were a chick.

Behind him came the voice of Wang Yao, telling Jia Zizai, "Take it easy on him. His body is weak. Don't accidentally kill him."

After hearing those words, the man's anger instantly surged. A mouthful of blood almost bubbled out of him.

What does he mean by accidentally killing me?

Outside the clinic, Jia Zizai coldly stared at the man.

"Listen to me, you are not allowed to come here ever again. Otherwise, your life shall be extinguished!" When he said that, he gave off an evil aura, which made the man feel as cold as ice all over.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He hurriedly nodded.

It was a typical example of someone who looked strong on the outside but was a wimp on the inside. He towered over others, but when it came to a real fight, he was truly a coward.

It was partly because his body had already been hollowed out. When a man was not in good health, his spirits would not fare well either. He would start to lack confidence. No matter what he did, he would not be able to raise his spirits, resulting in a lack of tenacity.

"Scram."

The man scrambled into his car, started it and left, leaving only a cloud of dust behind.

"Sir." Jia Zizai went back into the clinic.

"Is he gone?"

"Yes, he has left," Jia Zizai said. "Sir, I don't think he looks like a dying man."

"He won't develop any problems within a short period of time. In my opinion, according to his current lifestyle, he should be able to continue for another year or so."

"What then?"

"He shall become sick to the bones and be beyond saving, even by the gods," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing," Jia Zizai said. "I had heard a din coming from your place when I was outside just now, so I came and had a look."

He had just walked in front of the clinic and heard a noise coming from inside. He had heard the dangerous cry from the man whom he had just hauled out. After hearing the ruckus, he decided to go into the clinic. He could still hear the situation through a wall and two doors. He quickly realized that his five senses had been enhanced in the past few weeks, which was due to his daily practice.

"Ah! Ah! Mom! Mom!"

They suddenly heard a child crying outside.

Following that, they saw a woman in her 50s rush in carrying a child around 5 or 6 years old.

"Xiao Yao, hurry up and take a look at Nini!"

"What's the matter, Auntie?" When Wang Yao looked at her, he saw that the girl she was holding in her arms had one of her arms outstretched. It was red and blistered.

"Was she scalded by boiling water?"

"Yes, it's all my fault," the woman said. "I didn't pay enough attention to the child. When I turned around, she had already toppled the thermos bottle and scalded herself. Please take a look at her quickly."

The parents of the child had both gone to work. The child had stayed at home with her grandmother, who was taking care of her. The grandmother had not expected that such a thing would happen. Her first thought was to get to Wang Yao's clinic.

"Let me take a look." Wang Yao observed the wound.

"Alright, it's not a big problem."

Wang Yao took a little Muscle Revitalization powder, which had already been prepared, and diluted it with water. He sprayed it directly on the injured arm of the child before giving her a little analgesia. Next, he pricked several acupoints on her arm and back with needles. After about 30 minutes, the child's crying slowly stopped.

"Does it still hurt?" Wang Yao asked in a soft voice.

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore," the child replied while still gently sobbing.

"Alright, Auntie, come back in two days and I'll change her bandaging for her," Wang Yao said after covering her injury with gauze.

"Be careful. Try not to touch it as much as possible."

"Oh, thank you, Xiao Yao."

"It's nothing," Wang Yao replied with a smile.

"Will she have scars?" the woman asked.

"She won't," Wang Yao replied.

This Muscle Revitalization powder could remove putrefaction, heal wounds, relieve pain, and generate muscle cells. Su Xiaoxue's body had festered to a serious degree back then, so he had relied on this medicine to treat her. Not only had she recovered to her state before, but her skin also seemed to be more tender and fairer than before. Thus, he was confident that this light injury on the child would leave no scar.

That's right! Wang Yao thought that this kind of injury belonged to the non-serious category.

"That's good, that's good." The old woman was slightly relieved after hearing that. If the child were to develop a scar on her arm, she would not feel at ease ever again.

"How much is it?"

"Forget it, there's no need." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hands.

"Well, thank you so much," the old woman said with a smile.

After a few more words with Wang Yao, she left the clinic with the child, who was no longer crying.

"Does Nini still feel pain?" the old woman asked the child in her arms after leaving the clinic.

"It's still a little bit painful," the child replied.

At this age, a child's ability to express feelings was not that strong yet. In fact, compared with the feeling of burning when she had first been scalded, she felt much better. She was only feeling a little bit of pain. It was something a young child could easily endure.

"Sir, I'll go back now."

"Sure," Wang Yao said.

Jia Zizai was strolling home when he saw an old man in his 60s happily come down the mountain.