"Your father is not dead at all, how can you say that you will lose your life?"

Seeing the middle-aged man looking like he was trying his best to sacrifice his life, Chen Feng shook his head, waved his hand and sent a strong wind to stop him, and shouted in a low voice.

"Fuck! People are not even breathing, how could they not die?"

Under the obstruction of the air wall, the middle-aged man could not take the first half step no matter how he collided. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and his eyes were red.

"No breath does not mean there is no hope. As a martial arts practitioner, don't you know that turtle breath is stooping?" Chen Feng said lightly.

"What do you mean? Is my old man deliberately pretending to die?"

When his father died, the middle-aged man was already extremely sad. Looking at Chen Feng's disregarded expression, he became even more angry.

"Besides, Master Cui personally diagnosed it and confirmed that the old man has died. There will definitely be no fake! Don't talk nonsense anymore, kid!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and glanced at Master Cui: "It's not that fake, but with his means, he can only confirm this level!"

"Boy, what did you say? You're so presumptuous!" The old man with a chest hanging on the Lord of Hall of Fortune shouted angrily.

Master Cui's face also suddenly became calm: "Boy named Chen, are you questioning my medical skills?"

"It's not a question, it's a look down on me! The Sancai Deadly Needle is in your hands, it's really a waste of money!"

Chen Feng shook his head and sighed, with a feeling of regret that he would not be able to make a living.

"you……"

Hearing this, Lord Cui felt stuffy in his chest and almost vomited blood.

As the master of seeking medical treatment, medical skills have always been the thing he is most proud of.

It is because he realizes that he is extremely skilled in medicine that he will not take action in general.

It’s not that he is arrogant, but that he feels that ordinary people are not worthy of his actions.

Now, the medical skills that I am best at are actually criticized by a young boy are bullied. How can people not be angry?

"Okay, okay, since that's the case, please let me see what you have and whether you can pull the patient back from the gates of hell!"

He was extremely angry, and he sneered, retreated to the side, and made a gesture of inviting him.

"As you wish!"

Chen Feng was not polite at all, stepped forward and said to the middle-aged man: "If you have any resentment, it will not be too late to look for me later. Let me see what the old man is doing first!"

"Don't think about it! You can do something that Master Cui can't do? It's a joke! Boy, I think you'd better not talk nonsense and fight me honestly!" The middle-aged man said angrily.

"It's okay to ask him to give it a try. If he can't do it, it's not too late to settle the accounts with him!" someone next to him advised.

"That's right, the old man has become like this anyway. If possible, try it!"

"Since this kid dares to speak wildly, maybe he is really capable. What if the old man is really not dead, wouldn't he miss the opportunity if he refuses him?"

...

Listening to everyone's words, a trace of hesitation flashed across the middle-aged man's face.

Everyone is right. It’s better to have a glimmer of hope than to directly sentence death to death if the old man looks like this now.

In an inappropriate sentence, just treat it as a dead horse as a living horse!

Thinking of this, he looked at Chen Feng deeply and took a few steps back.

"Let me give you a chance. If I can't do it, I will definitely seek justice for my old father!"

Chen Feng smiled faintly, without saying much, and went straight to the old man and squatted down, reaching his hand on his wrist.
Chapter completed!