Divine Level Witch Doctor Chapter 242 242: Zhao Yuan's Question

Brother Tian was stunned by the question.

'That's right, why should he save ?'

'We're not friends or family. In fact, just a mont ago, I was nacingly trying to rob him of his antiques. Anyone would be angry in this situation! Especially soone so young and capable. People like him are often proud and have a huge temper. I offended him, yet now I'm asking him to treat my illness and save my life. It's completely unreasonable!'

For a mont, Brother Tian was kicking himself with regret. He ground his teeth and muttered to himself, 'It's all that bastard Xing Hong's fault. If he hadn't instigated this, how could I have offended this master physician?!'

Although Zhao Yuan was very young, in Brother Tian's mind, he was already synonymous with a master physician—and one far beyond any ordinary expert!

As for his various ailnts, he had been to so many major hospitals and seen so many famous doctors. It was one thing that they couldn't cure him, but they couldn't even figure out the cause of his illness.

But what about Zhao Yuan? With just a single glance, he had accurately described all the symptoms of his diseases and clearly and logically analyzed their cause and progression.

'If he isn't a master physician, then who is?'

Of course, Brother Tian wasn't interested in the news and didn't like watching livestreams. Otherwise, if he had seen the story of Zhao Yuan defeating the Jinling Zhao Family, he probably would have been on his knees long ago.

Thankfully, it still wasn't too late. Since no fight had broken out and no real conflict had started, there was still a chance to salvage the situation!

'But how do I salvage this? How can I persuade Zhao Yuan to save ?'

Brother Tian racked his brain, thinking furiously.

His lackey standing beside him didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing his own boss kneeling and begging, only for Zhao Yuan to dare put on airs and refuse, the man grew furious. Completely forgetting the lesson from his two companions, he threatened sharply, "Kid, you're trying to act tough with us, huh? Hurry up and treat our boss, or I'll fucking kill you! Hmph, I refuse to believe his illness can't be cured without you!"

Zhao Yuan nodded. "You're right about one thing. Besides , no one else can actually cure his illness."

To the lackeys, this sounded like total bullshit! 'There are so many doctors in the world, and you're the only one who can do it? What a joke!'

But Brother Tian believed Zhao Yuan's words. After all, other doctors couldn't even understand his illness, let alone treat it.

Seeing his own n about to offend Zhao Yuan again, Brother Tian was both anxious and furious. He leaped to his feet and went down the line, slapping and kicking each of the lackeys who had threatened Zhao Yuan.

The lackeys felt wronged. "Brother Tian, why are you hitting us? We're doing this for you!"

Brother Tian was seething with uncontrollable rage. "For ? You're hoping I die sooner so you can usurp my position and beco the new boss, right? Let tell you, if anyone dares to disrespect the master again, I won't just slap him—I'll cripple his ass! If I don't get to live, don't think any of you will have it easy!"

The lackeys' mouths hung open as they stared blankly at Brother Tian. They simply couldn't understand what kind of spell Zhao Yuan had cast on their boss to make him act like this.

After scolding his n, Brother Tian turned back to Zhao Yuan, his expression changing to one of extre sycophancy. He said cautiously, "Master, please don't be angry. These n of mine are clueless, but I've already taught them a lesson! Please, what will it take for you to save my life? Is it money? Just na your price. As long as you can save , I'm willing to pay any amount!"

Zhao Yuan didn't answer his question, instead asking one of his own. "Who sent you here?"

'I could tell from the start that these thugs didn't co here to corner on their own accord,' he thought. 'They were almost certainly sent by soone else. I just wonder if the person behind this is from the Jinling Zhao Family. If so, then I wouldn't mind fulfilling my promise.'

'To annihilate the Jinling Zhao Family!'

A sharp surge of Killing Qi radiated from Zhao Yuan, startling Brother Tian and his thugs.

Having been in more than a few brawls, they knew very well that no ordinary person could release Killing Qi of this magnitude!

Such a person was either an incredibly powerful Martial Artist or a deadly killer who had taken lives! Whichever it was, it was not soone they could afford to offend.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on the foreheads of Brother Tian and his n. They all rejoiced inwardly that they hadn't actually started a fight; otherwise, they would have been the ones lying on the ground. The few lackeys who had offended Zhao Yuan earlier were so terrified their legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"It was Xing Hong!"

Brother Tian sold Xing Hong out without a mont's hesitation.

"Xing Hong? The antique stall vendor?" Zhao Yuan was taken aback. He had assud the true culprit was soone from the Jinling Zhao Family, but it turned out to be that bald guy. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. After frowning for a mont, he asked, "What did he offer you?"

Brother Tian replied, "He said if we helped him get his stuff back, he'd give us fifty thousand yuan for our trouble. He gave us a twenty-thousand-yuan deposit upfront. It's all here." As he spoke, he quickly pulled two wads of cash from his pocket and respectfully handed them to Zhao Yuan.

"Why are you giving your money?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"This is ill-gotten wealth. I can't take it. It should be handed over to you, Master, for you to handle!" Brother Tian answered with righteous conviction. Anyone who didn't know better might have actually mistaken him for a good person instead of a thug.

'No point in refusing free money.' Zhao Yuan took the cash and imdiately passed it to Yang Zi. "Her Majesty the Queen, hold on to this for now. We'll use it to get so duck blood vermicelli soup later."

"Okay, okay!" Seeing the money, Yang Zi's face lit up, and her eyes sparkled.

The surrounding onlookers couldn't help but roll their eyes in unison.

'Twenty thousand yuan for duck blood vermicelli soup? How many bowls is that? Aren't you afraid you'll eat until you burst?'

Seeing Zhao Yuan accept the money, Brother Tian let out a long sigh of relief.

He had been afraid Zhao Yuan would refuse the money. As long as he accepted it, it ant there was still room to negotiate, and there was still hope for his illness to be cured.

Zhao Yuan turned back and asked, "Where is Xing Hong? Bring him to . I have so questions for him. Also, there are too many people here. This isn't a good place to talk..."

Brother Tian hurriedly said, "I have a small bar on the next street. If you don't mind, why don't you co and sit there for a while? We'll bring Xing Hong to you."

"Fine. Lead the way." Zhao Yuan nodded, not at all worried about walking into their den.

He truly didn't see these thugs as a threat.

'Right now, I just want to figure out why Xing Hong was willing to spend fifty thousand yuan to hire people to snatch these antiques back. Could it be that Xing Hong knew there was a treasure hidden in this pile of junk? And who told him? How did that person know? Could it be... a cultivator who has reached the Qi Listening Realm and can sense Qi?'