Ye Feng said disapprovingly: "I know, and I'm sure it's your fault. You can't have children."
After hearing what Ye Feng said, Wang Yong could no longer laugh and his face changed drastically.
Lu Qingqing had been following Ye Feng. When she heard Ye Feng say that short people couldn't have children, she secretly worried for him. "Brother Ye, why do you say everything? Saying this will make the other person angry."
Wang Yong's expression changed, not because Ye Feng's words made him angry, but because a trace of fear rose in his heart.
Ye Feng’s speculations about himself just now were not surprising. They could be deduced through careful observation and were part of the basic deductive method.
But he was infertile, a secret that no one knew except his doctor and himself, not even his wife.
His wife thought that Wang Yong was distancing himself from her because of marital discord or because he was too busy with work. In fact, Wang Yong felt that he was infertile and felt guilty towards his wife, so he deliberately distanced himself from her.
"Who are you?"
“I am a country doctor.”
"Little country doctor, you look familiar to me. Let me think about it."
"I'm just a country doctor, how can you recognize me?"
Hearing Ye Feng say that he was a young country doctor, it was like a flash of lightning cutting through the darkness, and Wang Yong suddenly remembered the online evaluation of a young doctor named Ye Feng.
His infertility could not be cured by Western medicine. In the past two years, he had been looking for Chinese medicine practitioners and folk remedies everywhere. Whenever he heard that there was an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner somewhere, he would go there immediately.
It turned out that most of the old Chinese doctors loved to brag, which gave him countless hopes and also countless disappointments.
He also wanted to find this little medical genius named Ye Feng and ask him to treat his illness, but after searching everywhere, he finally found him without any effort.
You will meet a young doctor here who looks exactly like the one in the picture on the Internet.
The more he looked at Ye Feng, the more he looked like the young doctor. He pointed at Ye Feng in surprise and said, "Oh, right, the little medical god from the countryside, you are Ye Feng, you are Ye Feng."
Wang Yong asked Lu Qingqing next to him for confirmation: "Little sister, tell me, is his name Ye Feng?"
Lu Qingqing smiled and said, "You have good eyesight. He is Ye Feng, my elder brother Ye, the rural medical god. He cured my father's cancer."
Wang Yong's face changed rapidly. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of Ye Feng with a plop. "Little brother, no, little doctor, please save me. My family is going to be destroyed because of this disease. Our whole family is on the verge of breaking up. As long as you can cure me, I am willing to pay any amount of money."
Those reports about Chunyu Xueji Cream and the Light of Traditional Chinese Medicine that made him feel unreal and untrue all flooded into his brain and stimulated his nerves.
He became less and less trustful of traditional Chinese medicine, and the reports he saw were full of criticism rather than rationality. However, after seeing Ye Feng, he suddenly believed that these reports were not false.
He could read from Lu Qingqing's admiring eyes that Lu Qingqing had complete trust in Ye Feng, a kind of trust that could only be achieved after great enlightenment and the dependence on life and death.
So he knelt down and asked Ye Feng for medical treatment.
A doctor is like a loving parent. Ye Feng has recently felt more and more a kind of kindness, which is compassion for all things in the world. This feeling has become stronger and stronger as his practice of the Medical Heart Sutra has become more and more advanced.
Ye Feng lightly hooked his finger, and Wang Yong felt a huge force lifting him up. He wanted to fight against this force at first, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. The force was overwhelming and he could not resist it at all. He could only stand up obediently.
"You don't have to kneel before me. Only when you do something wrong and ask for forgiveness will you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake. You are just seeking medical treatment. As long as you pay the precious gold, I will treat you."
Wang Yong understood that Ye Feng had agreed to him, and smiled happily. He wanted to kneel down and kowtow again, but an aura pressed him down like a giant hand and he couldn't move at all.
Seeing Ye Feng grinning at him, he immediately guessed that it was definitely Ye Feng who did it. Only then did he realize that Ye Feng's lifting of a barbell weighing several hundred kilograms was just child's play, and he had yet to display more of his unique skills.
He couldn't help but admire Ye Feng very much.
"Thank you, little miracle doctor, Dr. Ye, for treating me. No matter how much it costs, as long as you can cure me, I will give it to you with both hands."
Ye Feng smiled disdainfully and said, "You will only offer it to me if I can cure you. If I can't cure you, you won't pay me. Then I won't cure you. Go find someone else to cure you."
Wang Yong was so anxious that he almost knelt down again: "Doctor Ye, I was talking nonsense. Whether you can cure the disease well or not, I will pay you."
"I was just teasing you. I'm not that stingy. Let me take a closer look at your eyes."
"Look at the eyes?"
"Yes, eyes are the windows to the soul. Only by looking at your eyes can you tell whether you are worth saving."
Wang Yong opened his eyes wide and asked Ye Feng to diagnose him.
After looking at Wang Yong's eyes, he felt that his eye membranes were red and his skin color was yellowish. The Divine Eye of Knowing Destiny found a new cause of the disease from his internal organs.
"Have you been taking Chinese medicine recently? Stop it immediately. I don't know what medicine you are taking, but your liver can't take it anymore. If you continue to take it, it won't just be infertility. I'm afraid you will be deeply poisoned."
Wang Yong looked at Ye Feng in horror, believing what Ye Feng said without a doubt. He had recently found a folk remedy from Tibet and spent 20,000 yuan to buy several prescriptions, but he didn't know if they would work.
"The medicine you are taking can strengthen sperm and promote hormone secretion, but it is too toxic and has no use to you. There is a trace of cold air in your sperm gate, and most sperm are poisoned by it, not that sperm cannot be produced. Only by changing the environment of the sperm gate and removing the trace of cold air can sperm survive."
"Then is there any hope for me?"
"It's your blessing to meet me today. I'll help you for the first time, and I'll keep helping you. Bring me the orchid pot in the corner."
Wang Yong asked in confusion: "Are you going to use it as medicine?"
"No, it's used as a medicine inducer."
Ye Feng brought a pot of lush orchid and placed it at his feet. He then recited a mantra for the orchid.
"Dear Orchid, you will use your life to save a person, or even a whole family. I thank you on behalf of the whole world."
Ye Feng's mind moved, and his divine eyes emitted a faint golden light, covering Wang Yong's whole body.
Or maybe the black energy knew that its doom was approaching, and had been lurking in the Jingguan, motionless, but now it was swimming around in Wang Yong's Jingguan like a snake, as if trying to find an opportunity to escape.
Ye Feng moved his fingers in a circle, taking the black air from Wang Yong's sperm gate between his fingers, and then pointed his fingers quickly.
The black gas was injected into the orchid, and the originally lush orchid suddenly turned withered and yellow, as if it was on fire. The green leaves turned yellow little by little, and finally the orchid in the last pot died completely.