C130 Domineering

In order to prevent the plague from entering the villa, Wang Zheng had blocked all of the patients from entering. He had only become a doctor to complete his mission, he did not have such great thoughts.

When he walked to the door, Wang Zheng saw a group of people standing at the door with a pale and dispirited expression on their faces, with even some people coughing from time to time.

"The Director Wang is out!"

"Director Wang, save me!"

"Director Wang, we know that you will be able to cure the pestilence on our bodies with the skill of returning to spring!"

"..."

Hearing the noise outside, Wang Zheng frowned: "All of you shut up!"

Following Wang Zheng's angry roar, all the patients quieted down, and all of them consciously lined up. Before they came, they had already figured out Wang Zheng's temperament, so they naturally wouldn't be stubborn with Wang Zheng.

"There are so many of you here, I don't have that many patients. You should go to the hospital!" Wang Zheng glanced at the entire long line of people crossing the road, and immediately started to chase customers.

When those people heard that Wang Zheng was going to chase them away, they anxiously opened the suitcases that they brought with them. The neat stack of red notes blinded the dog eyes of the security guards.

Wang Zheng curled his lips. In order to cure the plague, he would need to consume more than just these amount of medicinal ingredients.

"I can cure your disease and guarantee that you won't get the same disease in the future, but you dare to take out such a small amount of money to make a fool of yourselves? If you want to cure the disease, that's fine, but give me valuable herbs. With over 5 million yuan, I can cure your disease. With over 10 million yuan, other than treating your disease, I can guarantee that you won't be infected by the same disease. "

Wang Zheng threw those words and turned around to return to the manor. The wealthy merchants who wanted to continue talking but were stopped by Zhang Er'mao and Lee Goudan.

"Boss, Zhuo Wei's collected ingredients have already been stored in the warehouse. Would you like to take a look?" Zhang Er'mao chased the patients behind him and asked.

Wang Zheng nodded. It had already been two weeks, if Zhuo Wei did not bring the medicinal herbs over, he would come looking for trouble.

Standing in the warehouse, Wang Zheng counted the ingredients Zhuo Wei had delivered. It had to be said that Zhuo Wei was very reliable, amongst the 21 expensive type of ingredients, there were 14 that could compare to Aromatic Lotus At Ninth Grade s, while the others were not even comparable to Aromatic Lotus At Ninth Grade s.

"I forgot to deliver the medicine to Zhuo Wei. Go and fetch Zhuo Wei over, I can't let him die from the plague. Otherwise, where would I go to find the medicinal ingredients?"

In the afternoon, Zhuo Wei brought Zhuo Wei to the manor. It was just as Wang Zheng had expected, Zhuo Wei did indeed have an epidemic disease, and in order to get Wang Zheng some medicinal herbs, Zhuo Wei had to come in contact with people everyday.

After spending a few million of medicinal ingredients, Zhuo Wei regained his spirit once again. Before he left, Wang Zheng even threw over 10 million as a reward, which made Zhuo Wei swear with his eyes filled with tears.

Not long after Zhuo Wei left, Zhang Er'mao found Wang Zheng and told him that several poor people and children had come to his door to seek medical treatment.

Wang Zheng frowned, letting Zhang Er'mao check the ingredients in the warehouse to confirm that they were sufficient to be treated, then went to the door to diagnose. When the door opened, the rich people all brought their prepared ingredients and rushed up, hoping that Wang Zheng would treat them.

Zhang Er'mao blocked off the path that the rich made for Wang Zheng as he walked towards the few poor people. The poor people stared at Wang Zheng nervously, afraid that he would kick them out.

All of a sudden, the rich people were unhappy, they all shouted at Wang Zheng that it was unfair.

"Fair? Your lives are in my hands. I, Wang Zheng, do things as I please, if you have the ability, don't come here to see a doctor! " Wang Zheng turned his head and laughed coldly, telling Zhang Er'mao to chase away all the medicinal ingredients that were causing the most trouble. Although the medicinal ingredients in their hands made Wang Zheng jealous, establishing one's might was still the most important part of the medicinal ingredients, he would think of ways to extort them later.

Faced with Wang Zheng's domineering actions, all the smart people shut their mouths, and only a few brainless people were still talking sloppily. Finally, they shut their mouths due to the frightening gazes of Zhang Er'mao and the others.

As they were queuing up, those few slurring people were naturally squeezed to the back of the line. They wanted to find Lee Goudan, who was guarding the door, to explain themselves, but who knew that Lee Goudan would just coldly sweep his eyes over them: "This matter is not under my control."

With that said, the few of them could only lower their heads and obediently return to the back of the group to wait for Wang Zheng to cure his illness.

After the whole morning passed, most of the herbs in Wang Zheng's warehouse had been consumed. A few poor families were cured by Wang Zheng, and all of them knelt down in front of Wang Zheng to kowtow and thank him. After Wang Zheng sent a few people out, Zhang Er'mao walked over to Wang Zheng and asked softly: "Boss, we don't have much medicinal ingredients left, but there aren't enough people outside."

"Not enough?" Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then went outside and shouted at the rich people: "I forgot to tell you, I am not going to provide you the necessary ingredients, if you want to treat your illness, just buy your own medicine!" With that, Wang Zheng made Zhang Er'mao put up a sign. On it were a dense amount of dense amounts of Chinese medicine. Other than those that needed to be treated, there were also a lot that Wang Zheng wanted to use to refine Energy Pill s and Body Tempering Pill s.

The rich merchants realized that Wang Zheng was really unlucky, but unfortunately, they could only obediently help Wang Zheng buy medicinal herbs. After all, their lives were in his hands, spending a few million to buy medicinal herbs was equivalent to wasting money.

After being provoked by Wang Zheng, the price of the Haitian City's medicinal herbs quickly rose, and even the prices of the herbs in the surrounding cities started to skyrocket, rising more than ten times in a single day. The original hundred thousand or so ingredients were all in excess of a million now, and like this, the supply was still unable to meet the demand.

At night, Wang Zheng sat on the sofa and rubbed his neck. To be honest, healing these people was even more tiring than fighting them.

Murong Yuyan walked next to Wang Zheng and gave him a massage to ease her mind. Just as she was about to close her eyes and enjoy, Xiao Di's voice suddenly came out: "Issuing the exclusive mission for Medicine God: Resolve the epidemic situation in the Haitian City, and ensure that the epidemic situation disappears from the Haitian City within half a month's time. Mission reward: Two Virtue Card, Belief Point + 100000, randomly unlocked two kinds of Pill.

Hearing Xiao Di's words, Wang Zheng immediately jumped up from the sofa, scared Murong Yuyan so much that he retreated two steps back, thinking that he was the one who had hurt Wang Zheng.

"This is f * cking funny!" Wang Zheng shouted in grievance. Solving the plague in two weeks? Just because he could treat them one by one did not mean that he could treat the entire Haitian City!