Chapter 47: Clinic Hours (Part Two)

“Your condition will worsen during this period. If you do not follow my instructions now, the next time you come, I will charge you your entire fortune as the consultation fee,” Zhou Chen said calmly.

Wang Qiang sneered. “You’re quite bold to demand all my money right off the bat. You really have some nerve.”

“You brat, do you know who I am? I am the chairman of Qiangsheng Group. Coming here personally to see you is me showing you respect. Don’t be so ungrateful,” Wang Qiang said arrogantly.

Zhou Chen was somewhat speechless. A chairman with such little depth—he must be a nouveau riche.

Deciding to take full advantage of this nouveau riche, Zhou Chen unleashed the innate skill of the Disease-Devouring Mother Worm on Wang Qiang—the Plague Conduit!

Since Wang Qiang already had cancer cells in his body, activating the Plague Conduit caused the cancer to spread rapidly, advancing directly from mid-late stage to the terminal stage.

“Cough! Cough! Cough!” Wang Qiang suddenly began coughing violently, soon collapsing to the ground, feeling as if a massive boulder pressed on his chest, spewing copious amounts of fresh blood.

Watching Wang Qiang lying on the floor, crushed by cancer, Zhou Chen lounged leisurely with his legs crossed, sipping tea.

“I told you your condition would worsen today. By now, you should have entered the terminal stage, with your lifespan sharply reduced to six months,” Zhou Chen declared like a judge announcing a death sentence.

Wang Qiang lost all arrogance but still refused to believe Zhou Chen, asking the nurse to help him see a Western doctor.

Before leaving, he shot Zhou Chen a fierce glare.

Not long after, another man arrived.

He was a later arrival but did not cut the line. Instead, he paid ten thousand yuan to buy a spot from a patient about to be seen.

He was supported as he entered, clutching his abdomen.

In fact, he had been hospitalized at Huaxin Hospital for liver cancer.

He had heard from a subordinate that a miracle doctor capable of treating cancer had arrived in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, so he came with a hope to try.

Seeing Zhou Chen's youthful appearance, he initially lost interest.

But seeing how many people were waiting and having paid for a spot, he decided to let Zhou Chen have a try.

Zhou Chen immediately sensed this man was not ordinary—either a high-ranking official or a wealthy tycoon.

So he did not treat him like a common patient.

“Mid-stage liver cancer, lumbar muscle strain, kidney deficiency, arthritis, and gastroenteritis. You have quite a few ailments,” Zhou Chen said as he took his pulse.

Yang Hao chuckled, “Young man, you have quite the diagnostic skill, recognizing all my ailments so quickly.”

Zhou Chen asked, “I don’t think you’re an ordinary person. Are you a boss or an official?”

Yang Hao was momentarily taken aback. “What does that have to do with my illness?”

Zhou Chen nodded. “It has a great deal to do with whether your ailments can be fully cured.”

Yang Hao shook his head. “You’re young but have quite the bold tone.”

Zhou Chen tapped his fingers on the table. “This is the last time I ask. What is your identity?”

Yang Hao’s smile faded. As a man of high rank, he carried the aura of a superior.

Yet before Zhou Chen, it felt as if this man held his life in his hands.

“I am a director of Hanhai Group and one of the sixteen district governors in the capital,” Yang Hao said proudly.

Zhou Chen asked again, “What is the market value of Hanhai Group? And how much is your personal fortune?”

Yang Hao had been thinking about the future. Zhou Chen’s question was likely to set the consultation fee.

He cleared his throat. “Hanhai Group is valued at over five billion yuan, and my personal fortune is several hundred million.”

“Several hundred million?”

“Five hundred and thirty million.”

Zhou Chen knew Yang Hao was deliberately understating.

He did not mind.

“Go lie down in the acupuncture room.”

Then Zhou Chen released the Disease-Devouring Worm to consume about one-third of the cancer cells in Yang Hao’s body.

He used acupuncture to treat Yang Hao’s gastroenteritis and alleviate some kidney deficiency symptoms.

When Yang Hao came out of the acupuncture room, he no longer needed support, and his liver felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

Especially, he felt a surge of vitality as if he had returned to his youth.

Zhou Chen sipped his tea again. “Your cancer treatment consists of three phases. This is the first phase. We also solved your gastroenteritis and relieved some kidney deficiency. You should feel the changes in your body.”

“You can get a CT scan to check your liver cancer. After the examination, we will discuss the consultation fee.”

Yang Hao was anxious and said nothing, rushing toward the CT scanning area.

Shortly after, with his financial power, Yang Hao obtained the CT report within minutes.

The report showed that over one-third of his cancer cells had been eliminated, and his gastroenteritis was cured.

As for the kidney deficiency, that would need to be tested in bed through actual performance.

He hurried back to Zhou Chen, eyes wide with astonishment.

“I apologize for my earlier rudeness. You are truly a miracle doctor. Please cure my cancer. I, Yang Hao, am willing to pay one billion yuan!”

Yang Hao was overwhelmed with emotion. At just over forty years old, he still had vast potential ahead.

With his father-in-law’s connections, he could easily rise beyond district governor, even becoming mayor of the capital.

More importantly, without Zhou Chen’s treatment, his liver cancer would enter the terminal stage in less than five years, and then death would follow.

Compared to his life, money was just a string of digits.

But Zhou Chen was not so easily swayed.

“I need one billion yuan now. Five days later, I will begin the second phase, which will also require one billion. Ten days later, the final phase will start, again needing one billion.”

“I do not charge arbitrarily. During the treatment, I will also solve all other ailments and restore your vitality to that of an eighteen-year-old. How you choose is up to you.”

“I do not negotiate prices. If you want to bargain, this is off the table,” Zhou Chen said firmly.

Yang Hao was troubled. Although rich, producing three billion yuan in a short time was difficult.

“I need to discuss it with my wife.”

Seeing Yang Hao about to leave, Zhou Chen reminded him, “Can you have the one billion yuan for this phase by 7 p.m. tonight?”

“I’ll try. May I have your account number...?”

They exchanged WeChat contacts, and Zhou Chen sent his bank details.

“Try to transfer the money before 7 p.m. tonight. Transfer as much as you can.”

Yang Hao left feeling as if in a dream.

He had already resigned himself to cancer, expecting only a few more years.

Yet fate had turned unexpectedly, bringing him a miracle doctor who could cure cancer.

Even if not fully cured, killing one-third of the cancer cells in a short time and extending his life by several years was absolutely worth it.