CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 0017 MY HANDS ARE DIRTY

Originally, Old Master Song of the Song Family was breathing heavily.

When Ye Qingfeng placed his fingers on the old master’s wrist, after more than ten seconds.

The old master not only stabilized his breathing.

But also, his originally pale complexion turned rosy at a rapid pace.

Originally, the old master’s myocardial issue had already been cured by Ye Qingfeng on the train.

Now, it was just a relapse due to excessive anger.

Therefore, this time, spiritual power entered Old Master Song’s body, and it reacted.

Almost instantly, the old master recovered.

"This... how is this possible?"

Tang Qing spoke in disbelief.

He had lived for so many years.

Where had he ever seen such a treatment method?

Just taking the pulse with fingers could cure an illness?

Moreover, the difficult ailment that had always left him at a loss was cured just like that?

This was simply a fatal blow to his medical skills!

"Is he... is he from the Medical Martial Arts Sect?"

Song Yang widened his eyes.

Murmured in a low voice.

This kind of treatment can only be explained as the work of a martial artist.

After all, modern medicine does not have such a treatment method.

But, to treat the old man’s illness so effortlessly.

It would probably require the Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect to intervene.

Only then could it be so easy!

However, the Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect represents a being equivalent to an Intermediate War Master among martial artists.

No matter how powerful the Song Family’s influence in Jiangnan City is, they cannot invite such a formidable figure.

After all, humans entered a society where the strong dominate after experiencing the Great Nirvana.

The Medical Martial Arts Sect being able to grow strong in Jiangnan City.

Is precisely due to the presence of that Intermediate War Master Sect Leader.

"This... is unbelievable..."

The members of the Song Family couldn’t help but swallow.

The words mocking Ye Qingfeng earlier now left them in an awkward position.

"Mr. Ye is not from the Medical Martial Arts Sect!"

Song Shuyao quickly stated.

When on the train.

Zhou Tian from the Medical Martial Arts Sect had offended Ye Qingfeng.

Clearly, he wasn’t from the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

"Alright, Old Master Song, since your illness is no longer a problem, I will leave first."

Ye Qingfeng had nothing more to say, nor was he interested in the Song Family’s affairs.

As for whether the Song Family’s descendants are filial or not.

It had little to do with him.

"Little God Doctor Ye, wait!"

Mr. Song Xuan hurriedly stopped Ye Qingfeng.

"Oh! What else does Mr. Song have?"

Ye Qingfeng frowned.

"Could you help my grandson with his illness?"

Mr. Song Xuan, although somewhat embarrassed.

Still spoke up.

Hmm!

With Mr. Song Xuan’s mention.

Song Xing immediately realized.

Song Lei was his son.

And had inherited the old master’s severe congenital myocardial deficiency.

However, even after seeking out famous physicians all over Huaxia, it was difficult to treat.

It became a lingering concern for him.

Now, Ye Qingfeng instantly cured Mr. Song Xuan.

This simply gave Song Xing hope!

"Mr. Ye, please treat my unfilial son..."

Song Xing hurriedly bowed to Ye Qingfeng.

As if he hadn’t been the one mocking him earlier.

"Oh! Treat your son? What makes him worthy of my help?"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

Earlier, this third master of the Song Family had been quite enthusiastic.

"Besides, weren’t you Song Family people going to make sure I didn’t leave your residence intact?"

Regarding Song Xing’s audacious remarks, Ye Qingfeng found it somewhat amusing.

"Earlier, I was ignorant and wrongfully accused Mr. Ye!"

Song Xing quickly apologized.

"Just you alone?"

Ye Qingfeng paused with a cold tone.

His gaze swept over those who had mocked him.

"Unfilial son, apologize quickly."

Without hesitation, Song Xing slapped Song Lei across the face.

Song Lei never expected it.

Suddenly, he was slapped by his own father.

Originally, his face appeared pale due to illness.

Now it was flushed red.

But he dared not retort.

Song Lei knew his father was doing it for his sake.

The disease had tormented him for twenty years as well.

How he wished to be free from it.

"I’m sorry, Divine Doctor Ye, I was wrong, please heal me..."

Originally with a sullen look, Song Lei.

Now he had to lower his head and apologize to Ye Qingfeng.

"My hands are dirty..."

Ye Qingfeng looked up at Song Lei.

A faint voice sounded.

"Dirty hands?"

The Song Family’s members were all stunned at this moment.

They didn’t understand why Ye Qingfeng suddenly said this.

"Quickly get a basin of water for Little Divine Doctor Ye."

Upon hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, Mr. Song Xuan was the first to react.

At the same time, his heart was filled with joy.

For Ye Qingfeng to say such a thing.

It implied he had agreed to treat him.

"I’ll go..."

Song Lei gritted his teeth, feeling humiliated.

But could only bear it.

"You go!"

Ye Qingfeng curled a corner of his lips into a smile.

But pointed at Song Yun.

"Don’t go too far..."

Song Yun’s face turned ashen.

He never expected.

Ye Qingfeng actually dragged him into trouble.

Isn’t this an insult?

"I’m waiting for you..."

Ye Qingfeng was neither angry nor in a hurry to urge Song Yun.

Instead, he curled his lips.

His gaze bore a look like a cat playing with a mouse, staring at Song Yun.

Wow!

This scene made the Song Family’s gaze.

All land on Song Yun.

At the same time, the members of the Song Family also felt a chill run down their spines at Ye Qingfeng’s methods.

This was like channeling the pressure of the entire Song Family onto Song Yun.

Such a clever mind.

Was even more ruthless than an old fox.

Sure enough.

Ye Qingfeng gazed at Song Yun like this.

The mountain-like pressure caused beads of sweat to form on Song Yun’s forehead.

"Go!"

Mr. Song Xuan waved his hand.

Although he was quite displeased with Ye Qingfeng’s actions in his heart.

But, all in all, it was his descendants who lacked eyesight and didn’t recognize a True Dragon, speaking in mockery.

These were the consequences.

"Yun’er, go fetch the water!"

Following a signal from the old master.

With folded arms, Song Yang, the Song Family Boss, also clenched his fists.

Heart filled with rage.

But still ordered Song Yun in a dignified manner.

Such humiliation made Song Yun’s heart feel stifled and as though he wanted to spit blood.

However, what could he do?

Grandfather’s will, father’s order.

The pressure from the Song Family members at this moment, fell onto him.

All made Song Yun unable to resist.

Song Yun bit his gum until it bled.

But ultimately still brought a basin of clean water.

"Don’t drown yourself!"

Song Yun glared at Ye Qingfeng with venomous eyes.

If looks could kill, Ye Qingfeng would’ve been dismembered.

However, regarding Song Yun’s gaze.

Ye Qingfeng simply ignored it.

"Whew! This water’s quite clear, shouldn’t cause drowning, right!"

Putting his hands into the basin of clear water, rubbing them.

Ye Qingfeng spoke indifferently.

"Mr. Ye, the water of the Song Family is processed and directly drinkable!"

Song Shuyao explained.

She didn’t know why Ye Qingfeng would ask such a question.