Super Money Collecting System

As a result, both sides were in a relatively perfect position as they followed Yao Zhen into the villa. Zhou Hui couldn't help but widen his horizons, as the feeling of the entire decorations around him was incomparably glorious and enormous.    

    

He could not help but nod in praise, "Not bad, not bad. Chairman Yao's living here is comparable to a fairyland."    

    

"Divine Doctor Zhou must be joking. My father ordered me to buy all of this, which is definitely beneficial for cultivation. If Divine Doctor Zhou likes it, I can arrange for some people to give it to you."    

    

Hearing that, Zhou Hui did not continue speaking, but went into the living room and sat down to savor his tea. Zhou Hui had to admit, the Spiritual Energy in the Spirit Well Tea was not weak, it was indeed refreshing, and was able to stabilize his Qi.    

    

After finishing the tea, he saw Yao Zhen's face changing back and forth. He seemed to want to say something, but then hesitated, so Zhou Hui smiled and asked: "Chairman Yao, previously the hospital said that there was a patient they need me to take a look at, so I came uninvited today."    

    

As he spoke till here, Zhou Hui intentionally paused in his tone, but Yao Zhen hurriedly continued, "Divine Doctor Zhou, my father has been ill for many years, and has watched all over the hospitals of the north and south of the Great River, but was unable to get a cure, so I requested for your assistance, and hoped that Divine Doctor Zhou would be able to bring the matter to life so that you could treat my father."    

    

Zhou Hui slightly nodded his head, his expression as calm as usual, and said: "Since that's the case, I hope that President Yao can bring me to the patient to have a look, but I am not completely confident that I can be treated. You must be mentally prepared."    

    

Yao Zhen did not say much, he only made a gesture to invite him in, and directly brought Zhou Hui upstairs.    

    

In reality, Yao Zhen was a little unbalanced in his heart. After all, the person in front of him was only a young and vigorous youth, and to him, this kind of person definitely lacked a foundation. Even if he had some medical skills, it would be useless with his father.    

    

However, right now, his father had clearly said that he wanted, and he had to be respectful to him. Otherwise, based on Yao Zhen's previous temper, he might be able to reason with Zhou Hui!    

    

He brought Zhou Hui to the second floor and stopped in front of a room's door. Yao Zhen knocked on the door and asked softly: "Father, the person you are looking for is here."    

    

A moment later, an old and weak voice sounded from within the room.    

    

"Quick, invite Divine Doctor Zhou in!"    

    

Yao Zhen replied: "Yes!"    

    

She then gently pushed open the door, signalling for Zhou Hui to enter, while Yao Zhen stood guard outside the door. He did not go in with her.    

    

Without hesitation, Zhou Hui entered the room. The air was filled with a special smell, and this fragrance immediately made Zhou Hui frown. He looked over and saw an incense burner on the table, releasing green smoke.    

    

He turned his head and saw a skinny old man lying on a bed in the corner of the room. His eyes were almost buried in his bones, and he looked like a bag of bones.    

    

His hair had almost all fallen out, leaving only a few people. The old man seemed to have difficulty breathing and could not move at all. He slowly raised his hand and waved, "Come here."    

    

Zhou Hui slowly walked over and sat on the stool in front of the bed. His gaze looked at the old man, only to see that the old man's eyes were tightly shut, the Qi on his body was faintly discernable, obviously his vitality had almost dissipated.    

    

"Old senior, I am Zhou Hui."    

    

"Zhou Hui, Zhou Hui..." The old man muttered to himself, and finally revealed a smile that would make people tremble in fear: "Good name, my name is Yao Wanshan, to be able to meet with my little brother today is fate, even if you cannot cure me, I will not cause any trouble for you. Come, please help this old man see if there is a cure."    

    

After Yao Wanshan finished speaking, his eyes were still tightly shut. He no longer spoke, as if he was silently waiting for Zhou Hui to inspect his body.    

    

However, Zhou Hui remained silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "Old mister Yao, it's not that I don't want to treat you, it's just that I can't cure you."    

    

"What do you mean?" Yao Wanshan's tone was extremely weak.    

    

Zhou Hui stood up, and walked around the censer at the center of the hall, his eyes blazing like a torch, and said with a normal tone: "If I save you, I'm afraid my life will be taken."    

    

"Hmph. If you can save me, with my cultivation and power, who would dare to touch you …"    

    

However, when Yao Wanshan finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with light, and were no longer the old and powerless look, but instead, he looked straight at Zhou Hui, causing Zhou Hui to feel an extremely strong pressure, as though he was being locked on by an arrow.    

    

Yao Wanshan's lips slightly moved as he directly used the Voice Transmission Technique to ask, "You mean that someone close to me in my home or at my side has tried to harm me?"    

    

Zhou Hui's expression did not change, and only nodded: "Indeed!"    

    

Seeing that Yao Wanshan's killing intent had not subsided, Zhou Hui pointed to the censer on the table and said: "Old Man Yao, for this censer to be placed in your room, it must be very close to you. Since that's the case, if I were to break the mystery behind it, the person who gave it to you would have to treat me as your mortal enemy."    

    

"You mean there's something wrong with this censer?" "How is this possible!?" Yao Wanshan's expression suddenly changed, even clenching his fists tightly. His heart was filled with regret and anger, but he didn't let it out at this moment.    

    

He clenched his teeth and continued to send a voice transmission, "Speak, tell me everything you know, and give this old man a reasonable explanation."    

    

Zhou Hui sighed in his heart, then said: "Old Master Yao, the person who gifted you this censer must have said at that time that this censer could help nourish your energy, ease your pain, and stabilize your inner strength, right?"    

    

"Right, continue!" Yao Wanshan's expression turned gloomy.    

    

"Old Man Yao, there's no problem with the spices being burned in the censer. The effects of the incense are indeed capable of nourishing and gathering Qi and stabilizing one's inner strength. It's just that the problem lies in this censer."    

    

"This censer is made from a type of wood called Wooden Gaze. This Wooden Gaze originally contains extremely toxic poison, and normally, it wouldn't harm us humans. But coincidentally, this wood and the spices in this censer have been mixed for a long time to produce a type of poisonous gas."    

    

"This will cause your body to become harder and harder to treat every day. Right now, this poison has already entered into your internal organs. If it wasn't for your own strength, you might not be able to continue fighting for a long time."    

    

"What?" If Yao Wanshan could take action now, he would definitely be furious. However, he had nowhere to vent his anger.    

    

After a while, he let out a long sigh and asked, "I understand everything you've said. Divine Doctor Zhou, I wonder if this old and useless one can still treat his body?"    

    

Zhou Hui paused for a moment, and said: "Old Master Yao need not worry, the poison in this censer, as long as it is called poison, there will definitely be a cure for it."    

    

"However, if I want to completely cure the poison, I will still need to make an agreement with Old Man Yao."    

    

With that, Zhou Hui walked over to the bedside, bent over slowly, and said a few words in a low voice to Yao Wanshan.