The butler glanced at Ye Feng and Uncle Bao and said, "The young lord has been complaining of headaches recently. We have consulted many famous doctors, all of whom are the best doctors in our demon clan, but they don't know what disease the young lord has. Are you sure? If you are not sure, it is not too late to retreat now."
Ye Feng could understand what the chief steward meant. He was saying that none of our demon doctors can cure the disease, only you two human doctors can. If you are not sure, leave immediately. Otherwise, if you cannot cure the disease, I will not let you go.
The shame on Shanbing's face became even more intense, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Uncle Bao looked at Shan Bing sternly. There was an obvious threat in the general manager's words. If he failed to cure the disease, he would be punished. It was not like what Shan Bing had just said, that if he failed to cure the disease, he would have to go back.
Ye Feng gently pulled Uncle Bao's sleeve. In fact, when he was in the food building, he could tell that there was something wrong with Shan Bing's words. On the surface, he said it easily, but his eyes were timid and he was obviously lying.
Ye Feng didn't care and followed.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "General Manager, right? Don't worry, if we can't cure it, we are willing to be punished."
The chief steward glanced at Ye Feng with contempt and stepped aside.
Ye Feng and Uncle Bao walked to the bed and saw the little lord lying on the bed.
When he saw the child, Uncle Bao gasped. This was not a human being at all; it was simply a skeleton.
The child was so thin that his bones were visible, with a pair of big eyes staring blankly. He looked like a pale and skinny human child, except that he had a pair of horns on his forehead.
Uncle Bao was a little embarrassed. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "This child must be sick, but the blood of the demon race is completely different from that of humans. How can we cure it?"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "After you learn the three realms of medical science, you will know."
"The God of Medicine's Heart Sutra, the third realm of human medicine?"
Uncle Bao's eyes were full of anticipation.
Ye Feng glanced over with his divine eyes. The blood of the demons was completely different from that of humans. All the disease was concentrated around the demon core.
It wasn't a big deal for Ye Feng to see this, but he frowned slightly.
Seeing Ye Feng frowning, Uncle Bao looked nervous. Could it be that Doctor Ye has no other solution
The chief steward saw Ye Feng frowning, but there was still contempt in his eyes. The strongest doctor of the demon clan was helpless. How could you, a doctor who can only treat humans, want to treat the demons? Isn't this just meddling in other people's business
He glanced at the single soldier again.
Not only was Dan Bing's forehead covered with sweat, but his clothes were almost soaked with cold sweat. He regretted being nosy, but recently the Overlord was not satisfied with his food, and he was always bullied by the Chief Steward and other demons under him, which made him eager to turn things around and win a better impression for the Overlord.
But this kind of good thing is not so easy.
He nodded and bowed to the chief steward, "Chief steward, don't worry. We human doctors have many requirements and many ways. This morning, Uncle Bao cured the Demon Axe Gang. Human doctors can also treat the demons."
The chief steward looked at Uncle Bao with some surprise and said, "Uncle Bao, is this Uncle Bao? I have heard of your deeds, too."
Uncle Bao smiled bitterly: "Yes, Chief Steward, please be patient and wait. This Divine Doctor Ye is much more skilled than me. There is hope that the young lord can be cured."
A sinister look flashed across the chief steward's eyes: "I hope so, otherwise, you and this Divine Doctor Ye... "
The two cold laughs from the chief steward did not scare Uncle Bao, but instead frightened the single soldier so much that his legs went weak and he almost fell down.
Uncle Bao asked Ye Feng in a low voice: "What disease does this child have? Can it be cured? If not, I will be punished together with Doctor Ye."
Ye Feng said calmly: "It can be cured, but it's not easy to cure."
Hearing Ye Feng say that it can be cured, Uncle Bao felt a little relieved. But when Ye Feng said that it was difficult to cure, he became worried again.
The same mentality applies to individual soldiers.
The chief steward had a puzzled look on his face, then a hint of anger appeared on his face: "Can it be cured? Then do you know what disease the young lord has? You are not trying to lie to me, are you? Don't just talk but don't do. If there is no improvement, I will not let you go."
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and several demons walked into the side hall.
The one walking in front was wearing a golden one-shoulder robe, the long side of which was decorated with gold threads and graceful patterns, just like the one-shoulder evening gown that Ye Feng had just seen the Ice and Snow Prince wearing.
It seems that these demon nobles have the same hobbies and dress similarly.
Ye Feng shook his head with a look of disdain.
The one walking in front was Jiang Zhong, the great lord of Mojiang City.
Jiang Zhong had a long white beard, his face looked intimidating without being angry, and the half of his chest muscles that were exposed were as solid as a small mountain.
He looked at the soldier coldly, and the soldier was so scared that he immediately fell to his knees and said, "Your Highness, Lord."
"Are these two the human doctors who can treat my son?"
"Yes, my lord. They are the best doctors among our human race."
When the chief steward saw the lord coming, he also bowed and stepped aside.
"My Lord, we are treating the young master right now, but we haven't found any signs yet. Don't worry, my Lord. The young master has been ill for half a year, and many famous doctors of our tribe are helpless. These two human doctors are just here to give it a try."
What the Grand Steward means is that Lord, you shouldn't have too high expectations.
The High Lord's eyes softened as he looked at his little son lying on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with pain and sadness.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, great lord. Just let me treat the young master and he won't die."
The great lord looked at Ye Feng with doubts in his eyes. The demons had very strong willpower and could tell whether humans were lying, but he could not judge Ye Feng.
He had no choice but to say coldly: "Are you sure?"
"I am sure, but I have one request if you want me to treat the young master."
"What do you want?"
The chief steward immediately shouted sternly: "You bold human, you haven't cured the little lord yet, and you want to weaken the conditions. Humans are so treacherous, the great lord should be careful."
An armored general behind the lord also sneered, "Lord, don't trust humans too much. They always flatter you. The young master has been ill for more than half a year, and so many doctors from our tribe can't cure him. How can they cure him?"
Uncle Bao saw that Ye Feng was calm and composed, so he must be confident. He said coldly: "It's not over yet. Let us treat the young lord. Is it okay? You will know it once you see it."
Ye Feng gently rubbed his palms and took out a small green pill. The pill gave off a fishy smell, like garbage that had been stinking for a few days in the summer.
Except for Ye Feng, all the demons, including Uncle Bao, couldn't help but cover their noses. The pill was too smelly and no one could stand such a stench.