"Hehe... Miss Yu..." Zhao Zhongsheng said through gritted teeth while letting out a cold laugh, "You're late, so according to the rules, you'll be punished with three cups of wine. You have no complaints about that, do you?"
Zhao Zhongsheng felt like he was on fire. Looking at the two beautiful women opposite him, he felt as if the blood in his body was burning. He lost all interest in the prostitute next to him, took out five bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the prostitute's bra, then kicked her out.
Then he took out three empty cups and filled them one by one.
The liquor was strong Russian vodka, and the bottle had just been opened. The other bottles on the table were all ordinary wines, clearly indicating that this guy had been prepared for this and was just waiting to get Yu Xiaoru drunk so that he could do his thing.
"I'm sorry, I'm here to work, not to drink..." Yu Xiaoru looked at the three glasses of strong liquor that Zhao Zhongsheng had handed to her. The smell of alcohol made her feel nauseous. She quickly covered her mouth, shook her head repeatedly, and said, "Besides, I don't drink. Thank you for your kindness, Minister Zhao."
"How can that be?" Zhao Zhongsheng was not about to give up so easily. He immediately put on a stern face and said, "Didn't Minister Hu tell you that I would arrange the specific work tonight, and now... drinking is your job."
As Zhao Zhongsheng spoke, he pointed to the foreigner sitting next to him and said, "Come on... let me introduce you first. This is Mr. Mark, the president of Sampox Corporation in China. This is Mr. Trasso, the head of Sampox Corporation's China business department. And this is someone you should know... he is Mr. Niu Wei, the deputy head of our Yunzhong International Advertising Department... Well, Yu Xiaoru, even if you don't give me face, you have to give these two international friends face. Shall you punish yourself with three drinks first?"
As Zhao Zhongsheng spoke, he gave Mark a wink. The tall, burly foreigner immediately pushed away the escort girl sitting in his lap, glanced at Yu Xiaoru, and then stared lecherously at Xiaomei, saying in American English, "Mr. Zhao is right, your Chinese drinking culture is truly profound. Every time I attend a similar gathering, I've been forced to drink a lot. I don't think Yu Xiaoru would try to fool a foreigner like me! Haha... And this young lady, since you're here, how can you not drink? Come on... young lady, you also have to drink three cups..."
As Mark spoke, he snatched the bottle of vodka from Zhao Zhongsheng's hand, poured three full glasses of it, and pushed them in front of Xiaomei.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhongsheng immediately understood. This foreigner had clearly also taken a liking to the pitiful Xiao Mei and wanted to compete with him for her. However, Zhao Zhongsheng had a big business deal to discuss with Mark, and naturally, he couldn't refuse Mark's request at this time. Although he was unwilling, he could only temporarily put aside the idea of competing with Mark for a woman. Instead, he chimed in, "Yes... little sister also has to drink a penalty drink, hehe... this is a drink offered to you by a foreign friend, you can't refuse!"
Although he said that, he guessed that Xiaomei would definitely not drink it. This kind of strong liquor with an alcohol content of over 80 degrees would make even a grown man drunk after drinking just one glass, let alone that seemingly delicate little girl.
If she were to actually drink it, she would probably spit it out after just one sip.
However, to everyone's surprise, Xiao Mei, who had been neither eating nor drinking and had a blank expression, suddenly brightened up when she smelled the alcohol in front of her. Her eyes, which had always revealed a hint of confusion, suddenly lit up. Without saying a word, she immediately reached for a glass of strong liquor in front of her and drank it all in one gulp...
Volume 1, Rebirth of a Prodigy, Chapter 243: Yellow Miasma
"Hiss—" Everyone present gasped when they saw Xiao Mei down the glass of strong liquor in front of her without even blinking.
Keep in mind that this is high-proof vodka with an alcohol content of over 80%. One glass of this is roughly equivalent to the alcohol content of a bottle of regular liquor. It's truly astonishing that Xiaomei, a seemingly delicate and innocent young girl, could drink it all in one gulp.
But that wasn't all. After Xiaomei finished her drink and put down the empty glass, she didn't hesitate at all and immediately picked up a second glass.
"Xiaomei... please don't drink anymore."
Yu Xiaoru was already shocked to the point of turning pale just watching Xiaomei drink a glass of wine. When she saw that Xiaomei was about to continue drinking, she became very anxious and reached out to stop her, but Zhou Ziwei blocked her way.
"Let her drink it! It's fine."
Zhou Ziwei's only concern now is that Xiaomei won't eat or drink. If she's willing to drink a couple of glasses of wine right now, that's enough to excite him.
There's a saying, "Liquor is the essence of grain; the more you drink, the younger you become."
While this statement may not be entirely accurate, it is true that wine is brewed from grains and contains a considerable amount of nutrients. With these two cups of wine, Zhou Ziwei will no longer have to worry about Xiao Mei starving or dying of thirst for at least a day or two, which is better than leaving him helpless.
Although drinking too much strong liquor can be harmful to the body, Zhou Ziwei believed that although Xiao Mei looked very delicate, she must have received quite professional assassin training. Given her physical condition, she would not be ruined by just a couple of drinks.
Yu Xiaoru was only taken aback by Zhou Ziwei's words and did not insist further. After all, she did not know Xiaomei well. Seeing Zhou Ziwei's unfazed expression, she guessed that Xiaomei was probably a heavy drinker in the past, and that two or three cups of wine would not make her drunk at all.
After finishing her second glass, Xiao Mei didn't hesitate at all. She reached for her third glass and downed it in one gulp.
Then... to the astonishment of everyone at the table, her body went limp, and with a "thump," she collapsed onto the table, emitting a sweet snore.
"ah……"
Xiao Mei's performance once again surprised everyone. Seeing Xiao Mei so boldly and calmly down three glasses of strong liquor, everyone thought that a female wine fairy had descended to earth. But who would have thought that this young girl could drink so well, but she also got drunk so quickly. She had just sat down at the table, and less than three minutes later, she was already unconscious.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhongsheng and Mark exchanged a knowing, lewd glance.
It's good that she's drunk... she'll be at their mercy. The reason they toasted this girl was to get her drunk, wasn't it? They thought it would take some effort to achieve this goal, but who knew... it went so smoothly!
"Oh my... this little girl is really something."
Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhongsheng immediately jumped up, looking completely bewildered. He said, "If you really can't drink, would we force you to? Look at this mess... how can we handle you being this drunk? Um... Mr. Mark, if it's really necessary, could you please help the young lady upstairs to your guest room to rest for a while? Hehe... we haven't finished our business yet, but... we can't just let the young lady sleep here, can we?"
Mark was overjoyed to hear this. Seeing how cooperative Zhao Zhongsheng was, he secretly gave him a thumbs up. Then, he jumped up and walked to Xiao Mei, looking like the wolf in sheep's clothing. He swallowed hard while trying to act like a gentleman and said politely, "Leave this young lady to me. I will take good care of her. After the banquet, I will bring her back safely."
"no!"
Yu Xiaoru could easily guess that these people had no good intentions. If they really let him take Xiaomei away, wouldn't that be like throwing a lamb to the slaughter? Naturally, she couldn't let anything happen to Xiaomei. Just seeing her drunk had already made Yu Xiaoru feel incredibly guilty, and now she dared not make the slightest mistake.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhongsheng's face darkened immediately, and he said coldly, "Miss Yu, what do you mean by this? Mr. Mark is acting out of goodwill. Do you really think he would do anything to this young lady? Is this how you treat foreign friends? If you don't even have this much sincerity, how can our company negotiate this business with Mr. Mark?"
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwei finally lost his temper and snorted heavily, speaking before Yu Xiaoru could: "Whether your company's business is discussed or not, what does it have to do with my sister? Do you think my sister has to sacrifice herself to this foreign devil for your company's business? Have you lost your mind?!"
"You...you...how dare you!"
Zhao Zhongsheng never expected that this country bumpkin would dare to say such things to his face. He was so angry that his face turned pale and his whole body trembled. He didn't know what to say for a long time.
Zhou Ziwei curled his lip and said, "So what if I'm being outrageous today? Do you think I'm only not outrageous if you push my sister into a fire pit? And you... you damn foreign devil... you better stay away from my sister, or you'll drip your saliva on her... You're the worst one, you have an STD and you still won't stop, you even want to go around ruining women. If you dare touch my sister, believe me, I'll chop off your little bird and feed it to the dogs."
"Ah...you...how did you know I had an STD?" Mark was initially just furious at Zhou Ziwei's scolding, but then he suddenly shuddered and stared at Zhou Ziwei in horror, saying, "You...you can tell I have an STD? Then...do you know exactly what kind of disease I have?"
"Ah...you...you're really sick? My God...why didn't you say so earlier, you damn foreign devil?" The escort girl, who had just been incredibly intimate with Mark, was now so shocked by Mark's blunt admission that he had a sexually transmitted disease that her hair stood on end.
Although the two hadn't actually engaged in any sexual transaction, they'd practically done everything they could at the table, except for sleeping together. Mark had touched almost every inch of her body, and he'd even forced her to drink a glass of red wine mouth-to-mouth... Good heavens... how much of that foreign devil's saliva was in that glass of wine...
Mark had no time to pay attention to the escort girl; he just stared at Zhou Ziwei with a nervous expression and asked, "Tell me, sir, how did you figure it out? You shouldn't be able to tell from my appearance!"
Zhou Ziwei sneered and said, "Telling you won't hurt. Since you speak such good Chinese, you must have a deep understanding of Chinese culture. You should have heard of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) and know about its four diagnostic methods: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation... That's right, I am a TCM doctor. When I treat patients, I don't go through the trouble of your foreign doctors, who draw blood, do tests, and use X-rays. I only need to look at your complexion and smell the odor emanating from your body to make a fairly accurate judgment about your condition. Hmph... How about it? You've been treated quite a few times, haven't you? But it seems there's been no improvement... Hmph... But then again, you damn foreigner, even in your current state, you still haven't forgotten to play around with women. Now you've even set your sights on my sister, ptooey... You... It's good that your bird is rotten."
In reality, Zhou Ziwei didn't discover Mark's illness by looking at his complexion or anything like that. Rather, he had long since developed a habit of releasing a wisp of his soul power whenever he arrived in a new environment, scanning everyone around him who might pose a threat to him, in order to prevent them from suddenly pulling out a gun or something and taking him down unprepared.
But when he scanned Mark's body, he was surprised to see a large festering sore on the groin of the foreign devil's thigh, which disgusted him.
Little did Mark know that Zhou Ziwei possessed the ability to scan and see through objects. He genuinely believed that Zhou Ziwei could diagnose his illness simply by looking at his complexion. Mark was immediately amazed by Zhou Ziwei, and his anxiety caused by the prolonged lack of treatment made it even harder for him to calm down. He hurriedly asked in a trembling voice, "Then... can you tell what kind of illness I have?"
After a moment's thought, Zhou Ziwei compared Mark's symptoms with his previous knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine and said confidently, "I don't know what the foreigners call this disease, but in Traditional Chinese Medicine, it's called 'Yellow Miasma.' Initially, red patches will appear around the affected area. If left untreated, these patches will gradually spread and ulcerate, oozing a yellow pus. This pus is highly corrosive, and if other parts of the body get infected, red spots will appear, followed by ulceration... until all the flesh on your body is rotten... It's because of this terrifying spread and infection that it's called Yellow Miasma."
"My God..." Mark was stunned upon hearing this. To be honest, he had suffered from this sexually transmitted disease for a long time. However, no matter whether he was in China or the United States, he had visited several hospitals but no place could give him a diagnosis. They couldn't even determine whether his disease was a sexually transmitted disease or just a skin condition.
Seeing his illness worsen and no one able to cure him, he eventually developed a sense of despair.
Moreover, since even the doctor hadn't confirmed that he had a sexually transmitted disease, he didn't deliberately avoid having sex with women. However, he always finished quickly in the dark. He was genuinely afraid that if a woman he was having sex with accidentally saw the erosion around his genitals, she would be scared to death.
Mark had already lost hope of getting better and just wanted to have fun before the strange illness took his life. However, a seemingly unremarkable young Chinese man he met there noticed his hidden ailment after only a couple of glances and even described the symptoms of his illness in great detail.
So... what does this illustrate?
What a miracle doctor...
Mark trembled with excitement at that moment. He had reason to believe that all the so-called experts and scholars in the world combined were no match for a single toe of this young Chinese man in front of him. He had spent almost half of his savings on this disease recently, but not a single doctor could diagnose it. Despite all the effort he had put in and the countless tests he had undergone, they couldn't find a single clue.
Now, with just a glance, he could see clearly and explain it to him in detail. So, even though Zhou Ziwei looked rather young and his clothes were rather unfashionable, Mark no longer looked down on him. Even the lust that had just arisen vanished completely, leaving only an infinite longing for health and life in his heart.
"Sir, save me!" Mark could no longer contain himself. He first gave Zhou Ziwei a respectful Chinese-style bow, and then said with great fervor, "I know that you must have a way to cure this disease. Please save me. I will do whatever it takes to save you."
Zhou Ziwei sneered and said, "Why should I save you? To cure your illness so you can come back and ruin Chinese women again? As for money... if I needed money, wouldn't I earn it myself? Do you think I would care about your few stinking coins?"
Mark was stunned upon hearing this, thinking, "Yes... money..." As the president of the company's China region, although his salary was good, he was still just a high-level employee. Even if he were to sell everything he owned, how much money could he possibly have? As for Zhou Ziwei, despite his rustic appearance and ordinary looks, his medical skills were undeniable. If he could cure the strange illness that most experts and doctors worldwide couldn't treat, it would prove his medical skills were extremely refined. If he wanted to, he could easily earn countless sums of money with a single treatment. In that case... people might really not care about the little money he had...
Moreover, from Zhou Ziwei's words, Mark could sense Zhou Ziwei's strong dissatisfaction with him... And rightly so. What had he just done? He actually tried to defile this miracle doctor's sister! Wouldn't that mean he was infecting her with his own venereal disease? No wonder the miracle doctor's attitude towards him was so cold and hostile. Why did he have to run into this miracle doctor's line of fire? It's all that idiot Zhao Zhongsheng's fault! He wasn't helping him at all; he was clearly setting him up for failure...
Upon thinking this, Mark first glared fiercely at Zhao Zhongsheng, then knelt down in front of Zhou Ziwei without hesitation. Completely disregarding his image, he began to slap himself repeatedly across the face until his cheeks were swollen and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, without showing any sign of stopping.
Mark's astonishing move stunned everyone in the room once again.
Of all these people, only Yu Xiaoru had some confidence in Zhou Ziwei's medical skills. As long as they saw Zhou Ziwei's age and attire, none of them thought he really had any remarkable medical skills.
After all, in people's minds, traditional Chinese medicine is an outdated and ancient culture. Even if there are really some amazing traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the folk, they must have a face full of wrinkles and a white beard to be worthy of the title "miracle doctor".
And how old is Zhou Ziwei? He looks only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Even if he really studied traditional Chinese medicine, how many patients could he have treated at that age? A doctor with absolutely no experience, can he even be called a doctor?
However, Mark's behavior was quite surprising. Clearly, Zhou Ziwei's words were not just empty talk, and Mark's illness must be very serious. Otherwise, why would a dignified president of Sampo Corporation's China region kneel down to a country bumpkin-like young Chinese man and slap himself so recklessly? If his illness were incurable, he would never have done something so disregardful of his status and shame.
Could this young man really be a hidden master doctor?
In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Zhou Ziwei changed...
"Cough...Alright...You can get up now!"
Seeing that Mark had already made him spit out four teeth in succession, yet still showed no sign of stopping, Zhou Ziwei finally frowned and said, "I can cure you, but..."
When Mark saw that Zhou Ziwei not only relented but also seemed to have no doubts or difficulties about treating his illness, he was overjoyed. However, upon hearing the word "however" at the end of Zhou Ziwei's sentence, he immediately became nervous and hurriedly said, "Please speak, doctor. As long as my illness can be cured, I am willing to pay any price, even if... even if I don't have that much money right now, even if you ask me to borrow or rob... I will definitely meet all your requirements."
Mark was truly driven to the brink of madness by this illness. Now, he was willing to pay any price, even if it meant becoming a penniless pauper again, as long as someone could cure him.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziwei gently shook his head, then glanced at the four teeth Mark had just spat on the ground and said, "No... I don't want your money... I just need you to pay for the four more teeth..."
"Really, just four teeth will do... I'll get them for you right away..." Mark was worried that Zhou Ziwei might give him some kind of trouble. If he really had to pay a hundred million US dollars for a consultation, even if he stole, borrowed, or robbed, he still wouldn't be able to raise such a huge sum of money... But he didn't expect Zhou Ziwei's request to be so strange and so simple... It's just four teeth, right? For the sake of survival and health, what's wrong with giving him all of his teeth?
Before Mark could even raise his hand to slap himself again, Zhou Ziwei immediately stopped him... "Hey, are you out of your mind? Are you addicted to self-harm? I did ask you to pay for four teeth, but I didn't say I wanted yours too!"
As Zhou Ziwei spoke, he pointed at Zhao Zhongsheng, who was sitting opposite him and looking at them with a surprised expression, and snorted coldly, saying, "Take those four teeth from him!"
Volume 1, Rebirth of a Prodigy, Chapter 244: An Assassin is an Assassin
As soon as Zhou Ziwei finished speaking, Zhao Zhongsheng was stunned for a moment, then stood up and pointed at Zhou Ziwei angrily, saying, "You country bumpkin, trying to act tough with me here? Believe me, I can just make a phone call and have someone throw you into the sea? Damn, a country bumpkin like you from out of town, I could kill you and throw you into the sea and you wouldn't even make a ripple. You think you can fool Mark? You think you can fool me? Mark... don't believe him. With his character, he calls himself a TCM doctor? Don't you know how old he is? He probably hasn't even grown his pubic hair yet, and he's already here trying to fool people... Hey... what are you doing? Mark, wake up! You haven't really been fooled by that kid, have you?!"
Before Zhao Zhongsheng could finish his sentence, Mark had already stood up, his face full of malice, and walked towards him, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a thick, hairy arm...
"Oh dear... Mark, don't be impulsive... please don't be impulsive. You just have an STD, right? It's okay... I've had STDs several times before, but I've been cured all of them. How about I introduce you to the doctor who specializes in treating STDs?"
Zhao Zhongsheng was genuinely terrified. After all, this foreigner had grown up eating beef, and his muscular physique could probably knock him out with a single slap. Moreover, he had apparently heard that this president had once been an amateur boxer, and even as an amateur, he could definitely take down a dozen or twenty of Zhao Zhongsheng's men. So, he could only desperately search for topics that could impress Mark, and while talking, he took out his phone and quickly searched for phone numbers.
It seems this guy really does have the contact information for a doctor who specializes in treating STDs. However, just as he finally found a doctor's number on his phone and was about to show it to Mark, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in his face. In shock, he looked up and saw a large, fan-like hand slapping down on him.
"Slap—" The slap landed squarely on Zhao Zhongsheng's face, and Zhao Zhongsheng immediately felt dizzy... In fact, he really did start spinning, and was spun around three or four times by Mark's powerful slap before he stumbled and steadied himself by holding onto the table.
"Pfft—" Zhao Zhongsheng's face swelled up on one side immediately. He shook his head in a daze and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam... Unfortunately, there wasn't a single tooth in that mouthful of bloody foam.
Seeing this, Mark was not about to give up, and without hesitation, he slapped Zhao Zhongsheng hard across the other side of his face.
To get a chance to treat him, he had even prepared to go bankrupt. And when he heard Zhou Ziwei's condition was just four teeth, he was so excited he almost knocked out all his own teeth… He was willing to risk everything for treatment, so why would he care about his fair-weather friend Zhao Zhongsheng? As for the doctors Zhao Zhongsheng mentioned who specialized in STDs… Mark had already searched every doctor he could find. Those so-called experts were either frauds or quacks, which had already disillusioned him. He had never seen anyone as miraculous as Zhou Ziwei, who could diagnose his illness so accurately just from his complexion. Who else could he trust if not Zhou Ziwei? This was his only hope, and naturally, he had to seize it no matter what.
Who knew that after Mark slapped Zhao Zhongsheng twice, Zhao's earlobe was split open and his face was swollen like a giant pig's head, but not a single tooth fell out.
Mark was incredibly frustrated. How come he could knock out several teeth by slapping himself twice, but it didn't work on others? Perhaps his teeth were made of diamonds; otherwise, how could they be so sturdy…?
"Slap, slap..." Mark slapped Zhao Zhongsheng repeatedly without any mercy until Zhao Zhongsheng passed out, and only then did Zhao Zhongsheng finally spit out his only tooth.
“Uh…” Mark carefully picked up the tooth from the pool of blood, feeling like crying. Why was it so difficult to get a few teeth out of Zhao Zhongsheng’s mouth?
Mark knew that if he continued beating Zhao Zhongsheng like this, he might accidentally beat him to death. That would definitely cause him a lot of trouble, even with his status and background. He had to find another way… Turning his head, he saw an exquisite bottle opener hanging on the corner cabinet. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went over, took the bottle opener, then turned back and pried open the unconscious Zhao Zhongsheng's mouth. He used the bottle opener to pry open Zhao Zhongsheng's three front teeth, then suddenly pulled hard…
"Ah—" A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and Zhao Zhongsheng, who had been unconscious, was jolted awake by the pain. However, he only managed to utter that one cry before being tormented by the intense pain and fainting again...
"Little miracle doctor...the four teeth you wanted...look...are they right?" Mark picked up the three teeth he had just taken out of Zhao Zhongsheng's mouth, along with the one that had just been knocked out, and ran to Zhou Ziwei as if he were holding a rare treasure, handing it over like a precious gem.
"Alright...alright...take this disgusting stuff away from me." Zhou Ziwei felt nauseous looking at the bloody mess in Mark's hand and quickly covered his nose, waving his hand.