"You won't survive three days!"

Just when there was peace in the bedroom, a voice suddenly rang out.

Huh?

Everyone was momentarily stunned, then they turned toward Ye Feng full of anger.

"What did you say!" Zhao Tian's eyes widened ferociously as he glared at Ye Feng:

"How dare you, a rural doctor, curse my grandfather? Are you seeking death?"

It wasn't just Zhao Tian; the faces of everyone else were also filled with rage.

"Young man, be careful with your words!" Uncle Fu frowned slightly. Although he didn't speak harshly, his expression was very displeased.

Old Zhao also stopped his conversation with Fang Qingxue and turned his gaze to Ye Feng, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Grandpa Zhao, he is the one I invited to treat you!" Fang Qingxue did not expect Ye Feng to suddenly say such a thing. At that moment, her expression turned somewhat awkward as she stepped forward to Ye Feng and asked:

"Brother Ye, what's wrong? Did you notice something?"

Fang Qingxue didn't believe Ye Feng would make groundless accusations, and she still believed that Ye Feng meant no harm.

"I'm sorry! I was reckless!" Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders and then continued:

"However, he truly won't survive more than three days!"

"Bastard! You dare to curse my grandfather again, you're looking for death!" Zhao Tian was furious and wanted to hit Ye Feng at this moment, unable to contain his anger.

"Stop!"

Just then, Old Zhao shouted loudly, stopping Zhao Tian.

"Grandpa, this guy..." Zhao Tian dared not disobey Old Zhao's command. Although he stopped, his face was still filled with anger and extreme reluctance.

Old Zhao waved his hand, signaling him not to speak, and his eyes fiercely fixed on Ye Feng:

"Young man, why do you say I won't survive three days? I feel I am recovering well and will be able to leave the hospital soon!"

In his words, Old Zhao was actually filled with anger. Anyone told they have less than three days to live would find it hard to remain calm.

"Recovering well?" Ye Feng heard this and shook his head:

"Your entire organs have completely atrophied. The reason you feel alright now is because you're draining the last bit of vitality in your body, what ancient words call a 'returning radiance before fading'!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the doctor sitting nearby immediately became restless:

"Old Zhao's organs are fine, how could they atrophy! Who are you? How dare you spout nonsense here!"

This doctor was Dr. Xu, an authoritative figure in the medical community of Jiangnan City. He had been carefully treating Old Zhao's illness, and the patient was about to recover and be discharged, yet someone claimed he would not live past three days, infuriating him.

Ye Feng looked at the room full of agitated people and helplessly spread his hands:

"I am also a doctor, this is my diagnosis! If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do!"

"A doctor?" Dr. Xu was startled and then scoffed:

"What kind of doctor are you? Judging by your age, you're probably not even twenty! How can someone of your age have a medical license? Show me your license!"

Dr. Xu was right; at Ye Feng's age, it was nearly impossible to have a medical license, as most people hadn't even graduated, let alone obtained a medical license!

Except for Fang Qingxue, everyone else in the room stared at Ye Feng, waiting for his response, even Old Zhao felt the same.

He also didn't believe that Ye Feng was a doctor!

"I don't have a medical license!" Ye Feng touched his nose, feeling quite helpless. With his medical skills, he didn't need to obtain a license, as leaders in Beijing were begging him to treat them.

"Practicing medicine without a license? I knew it, this rural doctor was not reliable!" At this moment, Zhao Tian was overjoyed, having caught this fellow's mistake, eager to see what he would say next:

"Practicing without a license is a detainable offense. I'm going to call the police right now, you fraudster, just wait for jail!"

Said Zhao Tian as he pulled out his phone, preparing to make the call.

"Wait!"

Just then, Old Zhao spoke again:

"Young man, since you say I won't survive three days, do you have a way to treat me?"

Zhao had been observing Ye Feng and noticed that this young man was exceptionally calm, even when Zhao Tian wanted to call the police to arrest him, he showed no sign of panic.

"That's right! I have a way to cure you!" Ye Feng crossed his arms and leaned against the bedroom door, speaking lightly.

"Oh?"

Zhao's eyes lit up, then he pondered deeply.

He indeed felt much better now, very spirited, even better than before, but for some reason, he always felt something was off.

Although Ye Feng was young, his words intensified the sense of foreboding in Zhao's heart:

"Well, since Qingxue invited you, I will give you a chance! What do you need? Just say it directly!"

"Old Zhao! This…"

Hearing Old Zhao's words, everyone in the room's complexion changed dramatically, and they wanted to interject.

However, Zhao waved his hand, signaling everyone to be silent, and just quietly watched Ye Feng.

"I need two basins of clean water!" Ye Feng replied to Zhao, showing no signs of fear.

Upon hearing Ye Feng's request, Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment but still brought over two basins of clean water.

All eyes were on Ye Feng, not understanding how two basins of clean water could be used to treat an illness.

Swish swish…

Ye Feng ignored those around him and started to wash his hands in the basins.

Washing hands?

Everyone was startled but no one spoke, just quietly watching.

Ye Feng's handwashing was slow and meticulous, as if trying to wash out every speck of dust from his palms.

After more than twenty minutes, just as everyone was getting restless, Ye Feng finally finished washing his hands.

Everyone watched him take more than twenty minutes to wash his hands and was somewhat speechless. Still, no one interrupted, just quietly watching Ye Feng's next move.

However, when they saw what Ye Feng did next, their eyes widened in shock.

Washing hands!

Yes, still washing hands!

This time Ye Feng's palms were soaked in the other basin of clean water, slowly washing again.

Everyone was dumbfounded, even Fang Qingxue was open-mouthed in disbelief, not understanding what Ye Feng was up to.

Wasn't it supposed to be about healing? What was with the endless handwashing?

Fortunately, this time Ye Feng only took five minutes to wash his hands, and when he finished, everyone noticed a layer of sweat on his forehead and his complexion was somewhat pale.

"Done!"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, then slowly stood up, smiling as he looked at everyone.

Done? What's done?

Everyone was a bit dazed, still waiting to see how Ye Feng would perform the healing, but he just said "done." What did that mean?

"You country doctor, hurry up and heal! I've been waiting for an hour now, what's with the dilly-dallying?" Zhao Tian had already lost his patience and scolded loudly.

Ye Feng was unperturbed, simply picking up the basin in which he had just washed his hands, and said to Old Zhao:

"Just drink this basin of water, and your ailment will be cured!"

Pfft!

Hearing this, everyone in the room almost spat blood!

We've waited half a day just to hear this! What the hell, this is your handwashing water!

You bastard, you actually want Old Zhao to drink your handwashing water!

Fuck!

Everyone in the room was almost cursing out loud, damn it, after waiting an hour, turns out this jerk was just messing with you!

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