For someone like Wang Dayong who had been cuckolded by his wife for many years and inadvertently raised another man's son for over a decade, being the honest man he was,
to be honest, Mu Jinyu did feel quite sympathetic towards him.
And recalling that day, if he hadn't stood by his side, although he could have still dealt with that fat woman clearly and cleanly, it definitely wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Therefore, when Wang Dayong approached him, wanting his help to cure his infertility and was willing to pay, Mu Jinyu was willing to agree.
"Oh, it's you. How did you handle your son?"
Mu Jinyu casually asked.
"Hey, don't even mention it..."
Upon hearing Mu Jinyu's question, Wang Dayong immediately felt a surge of anger unable to be vented, his words tainted with fury, "I've always disliked that bastard, constantly infuriating me, never listening to me. Now that I know he's not my flesh and blood, of course, I'm not going to keep him. It's already generous that I didn't break his legs before kicking him out..."
Wang Dayong rambled on, clearly showing how frustrated and discontent he was about raising someone else's son.
Mu Jinyu could understand, his feeling was as disgusting as finding a rat's tail in one's bowl when nearly finished with a meal.
"Alright, if you had sought treatment for your infertility at any other hospital, it probably would have been difficult to cure, but it's not hard for me. However, my fees are high. Are you sure you want me to take on your case?"
Mu Jinyu patiently listened to Wang Dayong's complaints, then said.
Upon hearing this, Wang Dayong felt a bit uneasy and quietly asked, "How much... would it cost?"
Mu Jinyu calmly replied, "A million to treat an illness, ten million to save a life, but seeing how firmly you stood by me that day, I'll give you a discount. Let's call it eight hundred and eighty thousand."
"Eight hundred and eighty thousand!"
When Wang Dayong heard the amount, he couldn't help but be taken aback by the sum.
But, eager to have a biological son, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's possible."
As a contractor, he had made a fair amount of money. Of course, he lost even more thanks to that flirty witch. But to come up with eight hundred and eighty thousand, with his savings and borrowing some money from a few friends, he could still manage it.
Wang Dayong was quite traditional, and passing down the family line was extremely important to him. If the Wang Family lineage were to end with him, he could never forgive himself, fearing that after he passed away, he would have no face to meet his ancestors.
So for the sake of having his own offspring and extending the Wang Family line, not to mention eight hundred and eighty thousand, even if it was ten million yuan, he would find a way to get it.
Seeing him agree, Mu Jinyu said, "Alright then, give me your address, and I'll come to find you later."
Wang Dayong quickly gave Mu Jinyu the address.
The call ended.
Mu Jinyu got up from the bed, stretched, then checked the time, it was half past one.
Afterward, he changed his clothes, left the house, hailed a taxi, and headed to the location Wang Dayong had given him.
A teahouse.
After entering, Mu Jinyu told the server the name of the private room, and following the server, he went upstairs.
Upon reaching the private room, the server left.
Just as Mu Jinyu was about to push the door open, he heard voices conversing inside.
"Brother Yong, are you sure this Divine Doctor is reliable? Eight hundred and eighty thousand to treat infertility is outright robbery. If he can truly cure you, it's one thing, but what if he's a swindler? Wouldn't your money just go down the drain?"
A gruff male voice rang out.
Mu Jinyu, overhearing this, paused his hand from pushing the door, wanting to hear what Wang Dayong would say.
Inside the private room, a sigh from Wang Dayong could be heard, his voice weary, "I don't think he's a swindler. He spotted my hidden ailment with a glance and detailed my condition accurately. And I've done my research afterward—even though I couldn't find out much, I know he has considerable influence. It's unlikely he'd bother defrauding me for this amount of money."
The gruff voice said, "Anyway, it's your call. I can't really tell you what to do."
At that moment, another delicate female voice spoke up.
"Oh, Brother Yong, I also think that guy is unreliable. You should think it over. If he swindles all our money away and you recover your fertility, what will we do for our future child without any money?"
"This..." As this coquettish voice rang out, Wang Dayong's resolve began to waver. But then he firmly said, "Let's still give it a try. I've already consulted many hospitals, and none could do anything..."
Mu Jinyu had heard enough and couldn't bother to listen any longer. She gently knocked on the door and then pushed it open.
"Ga..." The coquettish woman seemed to be about to say something else but was startled into silence by Mu Jinyu's knock.
When Mu Jinyu entered, she saw the small teahouse compartment with three people seated: a heavily made-up woman exuding allure, a burly bald man, and the host, Wang Dayong.
Upon seeing Mu Jinyu enter, the alluring, heavily made-up woman breathed a sigh of relief, raised her delicate fingers, and pointing at him, accused, "Who let you in?!"
"Shut up!"
Wang Dayong grimaced, roared at the woman, then stood up and respectfully said to Mu Jinyu, "Mr. Mu, you've arrived."
"Huh?"
The made-up woman was taken aback. How could this young man be Mr. Mu, as Wang Dayong had mentioned?
The burly bald man, witnessing this scene, also frowned.
"Hmm." Mu Jinyu nodded to Wang Dayong and asked, "How's the money coming along?"
Wang Dayong rushed to Mu Jinyu, took out a bank card from his pocket, handed it to him, and reverently said, "All the money is in here, the PIN is six sixes."
At this point, the made-up woman realized what was happening and cried out in a panic, "Brother Yong, is this really the Divine Doctor you talked about? So young?!"
The bald man also gazed at Mu Jinyu meaningfully, with an implied threat, "Young man, the money isn't so easy to get. If you cannot cure Brother Yong, you can leave now and I won't hold it against you. But if you take the money and fail to cure him, heh... then don't blame me later on..."
"Ah-Can!" Wang Dayong turned around and glared at the bald man.
Mu Jinyu scanned the three people in the room, confidently accepted the bank card handed by Wang Dayong, and then said, "Bald brother, have you been experiencing a lack of appetite lately, fullness in the upper abdomen after meals, or even nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea?"
"How did you know?" Bald man Ah-Can was shocked to hear this.
He had not told Wang Dayong about these issues.
But Mu Jinyu had accurately diagnosed his condition upon meeting him. Could it be true what Wang Dayong had said? Was this young man really a Divine Doctor?
Mu Jinyu said leisurely, "You should get to the hospital for a check-up right away. It's not gastroenteritis."
"What is it then?" Ah-Can asked.
Mu Jinyu replied indifferently, "Liver cancer."
"What?!"
Ah-Can, shocked, became frantic, too flustered to doubt anything, and hurriedly said to Wang Dayong, "Brother Yong, I'm going to get checked at the hospital first. Please excuse me."
With that, Ah-Can hurried off.
Afterwards, Mu Jinyu looked at the made-up woman and said, "Miss, have you noticed an increase in discharge when you go to the bathroom, and symptoms of frequent urination, urgency, or pain?"
The made-up woman, not minding Mu Jinyu calling her 'miss,' asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Mu Jinyu stated flatly, "It used to be called a venereal disease, now it's known as syphilis!"
Wang Dayong's face turned dark instantly.
"What? Impossible?!"
The made-up woman was initially stunned, then turned to look at Wang Dayong, feeling her scalp tingle, and started screaming.