Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Wasn't it like this before Chapter 209?
Watching his retreating figure, the young man's face beneath the white cloth contorted into a ferocious expression. The stark difference in his attitude towards Mo Zichen and the others captured to be used as medicine made the young man feel uneasy.

He slowly extended his right hand, which had been behind his back. When he opened it, a wound on his palm that had not yet healed could be seen. This wound had been with him for almost two months and still could not be healed.

Looking at the wound, the young man's eyes turned gloomy. He pressed the wound with his left hand, and a dull pain, not severe but still quite noticeable, came from his palm. He pursed his lips, turned around and went back to the room he had been in before.

"I'll go in and check, and adjust the prescription. He might feel more pain, or he might feel less pain. So no matter what sounds are coming from inside, don't go in without my permission, understand?" The young man placed his hand on the door and turned to instruct his subordinate guarding the door.

"Yes." The subordinate had witnessed firsthand the horror of the drugs the young man had created, and since his orders did not violate any principles, he readily agreed.

The young man nodded with satisfaction and went into the house without further hesitation.

The medicinal bath had become cloudy, signifying the end of the day's torture. Exhausted, Mo Zichen slumped in the bath, closing his eyes to recover his strength. Now, no one would help him out of the bath as soon as it ended, unlike at the beginning; he had to rely on himself.

The young man looked down at him, his eyes tracing his features like a pair of hands, but he couldn't see anything special about him that would make his father look at him differently.

Suddenly, when his gaze fell upon the extremely faint mole at the corner of Mo Zichen's eye, almost invisible, he froze. That mole…

He thought he finally understood why his father treated him differently from others.

However, his heart was in even greater torment. Jealousy and anger almost overwhelmed his reason. He clenched his fists tightly, barely maintaining his clarity by feeling the pain from the wounds on his palms.

His emotions were so intense that even Mo Zichen couldn't ignore them. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the young man with a puzzled expression, and was stunned when he saw the young man's eyes that seemed to want to devour him. Then he smiled bitterly, closed his eyes again without saying a word.

He thought the young man's emotional change was because his medicinal bath today had been in vain, and said bitterly, "My body is like this, it can't be improved no matter what, you should just give up! Besides, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die from the pain if this continues."

"Hmph!" The young man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Mo Zichen naturally disliked this young man who had never given him a kind look from the beginning. He had been pampered by Qi Shi and Mo Qilan since birth, and his pride made it impossible for him to have any good feelings towards this young man.

Finally, after regaining some strength, he slowly stood up. After a while, he finally mustered enough strength to step out of the bathtub. Just as one foot touched the ground, the door was pushed open again. He looked up and saw the young man who had just left carrying a basket in.

"I've finished my medicinal bath for today," Mo Zichen said, his heart pounding.

"I know, this is for you tomorrow. I'll put them together first." After saying that, the young man ignored him and dumped everything from the basket onto the ground to fiddle with it.

Mo Zichen was exhausted and ignored him. Instead, he moved his legs little by little to the bed, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Go to sleep! After today, you won't be able to get a good night's sleep." The young man sat on the ground with his back to him, his hands moving without stopping, but a very strange smile appeared on his face as he muttered to himself.

The next morning, the man in black arrived at the small house. The young man had almost finished preparing the things he brought and was sorting them one by one. Hearing the door open, he raised his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with blood from not sleeping for a day and a night. "Good morning, Master!" The man in black looked at him with a puzzled expression. This was the first time the young man hadn't greeted him immediately upon seeing him, and he felt a little uneasy, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he asked, "How is today's medicine preparation going?"

The young man paused for a moment, then replied casually, "It's all ready. I've added some other medications, so we might see results soon."

Mo Zichen began frequently changing his prescription after the third time his body showed no change, so the man in black nodded and said, "Let's begin!"

"Master, let him eat something first. This medicine is stronger than usual. If he can't handle it, he'll be ruined," the young man said.

"Useless? How so?"

“It’s possible that his meridians will be severed and he will become a cripple, or he might hurt himself because he can’t bear the pain, or he might become very weak,” he glanced at the man in black, noticing no change in his emotions in his eyes that were exposed outside the black cloth, and continued, “It’s also possible that the transformation will be successful, but he needs to have a strong will and sufficient physical strength.”

After thinking for a moment, the man in black nodded and said, "Then have someone bring him some food."

The young man lowered his eyes, concealing the madness within them, and replied, "Yes, Your subordinate will give the order immediately."

After Mo Zichen finished his breakfast as if swallowing medicine, and then drank a bowl of thick, bitter ginseng soup, he stood nervously beside the bathtub, watching the young man sprinkle the medicinal herbs into it one by one.

When he nervously immersed himself in the medicine, he discovered that this medicine was very different from the previous ones. Not only did it not hurt, but a warm current seeped into his body through his pores, making him feel warm and comfortable all over, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

"Hmm?" The man in black, who hadn't left, had obviously noticed his difference as well. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "His reaction is quite different from usual. Does that mean he succeeded this time?"

The young man shook his head. "It's too early to say. We'll have to wait until we've finished soaking to see what happens."

After hearing this, the man in black turned around and stared intently at Mo Zichen in the bathtub, completely ignoring the distorted expression on the young man's face behind him.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on Mo Zichen's forehead. He began to feel hot, and the warm current flowing into his body was much hotter than before.

"Ugh~" He couldn't hold back for long, and even though he clenched his teeth, he couldn't stop a muffled groan from escaping his lips.

"How are you feeling? Is it very painful?" The man in black asked in a deep voice, looking at his flushed face and the sweat pouring down his face.

However, Mo Zichen could no longer answer. He felt as if he were trapped in a furnace, with flames burning over him, causing him unbearable pain. Finally, he couldn't help but howl in agony.

"What's going on?" the man in black asked, turning around and glaring at the young man.

"Oh, a drug reaction! Isn't it always like this?" the young man replied casually.