Chapter 32 The Healing that Makes One Spit Blood!

"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?"