"Mr. Ye, is it too hot?"
"Mr. Ye, do you want to eat grapes or apples?"
"Mr. Ye, please open your mouth."
The four maids surrounded Ye Hong angrily and funnyly, as if they were taking care of children.
Ye Hong squinted his eyes and lay half-back on the recliner. A pair of tender white hands brought the food to his mouth without using his hands at all.
He was enjoying the services of the four stunning women comfortably and felt very happy.
Most of the resentment I had suffered in the morning had dissipated.
"Ding! Beauty feeds, noodles +1!"
The security guards, on the other hand, gathered around the courtyard and watched jealously as Ye Hong enjoyed this imperial service.
"Gu—"
Muffled sounds caused by hunger came from their stomachs.
After a long time, Pan Da came to Ye Hong's side with a respectful look and asked anxiously: "Mr. Ye, may I ask about my wife?"
Ye Hong stretched his mouth forward, and naturally a small hand wiped away the oil stains around his mouth.
He stood up, almost venting his resentment.
If you continue to toss, it will appear that you are looking for trouble.
He pointed to the chair in front of him and said calmly to Panda: "Let your wife sit here."
Panda's eyes suddenly lit up and he waved to his wife excitedly: "Xiao Zhen, come here quickly!"
After this morning's fright, Panda's wife looked even paler.
She covered her handkerchief and coughed a few more times, then sat down on the chair in front of Ye Hong doubtfully.
"Panda, do you really believe what he says?"
No wonder Panda’s wife was skeptical.
In the past time, Panda took her to find many famous doctors.
Among the famous doctors, they may have high moral standards or have an immortal spirit, but none of them are as tender-faced as Ye Hong.
As the saying goes, Panda's wife doesn't believe how proficient Ye Hong is in medical skills at his age.
"I believe in Doctor Jiang's vision!"
Panda gritted his teeth: "Besides, even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, I will not let it go!"
Panda's wife sighed silently and stopped talking.
Seeing this, Ye Hong asked Panda's wife to stretch out her wrist, put his hand on her pulse gate in a pretentious manner, and closed his eyes to feel the pulse.
Although the system had already told him everything, he still had to do some superficial work, otherwise it would be a bit shocking.
The security guards did not dare to show their anger and held their breath to observe Ye Hong's every move.
But in their hearts, most of them were disdainful, waiting to see Ye Hong get into trouble.
Butler Lin's eyes were cold, and he used hand gestures to direct the security guards to arrange themselves into a formation, faintly blocking any direction that Ye Hong could leave.
As long as Yehong doesn't cure his wife today, he won't be able to take a step out of Pan's house!
In such a tense atmosphere, Ye Hong removed his finger after a long time with a solemn expression.
Panda immediately took a step forward and asked nervously: "Mr. Ye, what disease does Xiaozhen have?"
Ye Hong stood with his hands behind his hands, looked up at the sky, and sighed, but still did not speak.
"Ding! Masterly demeanor, majesty +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."
Those who are dignified are more likely to be respected and respected by others.
Seeing Ye Hong's expression, the light of hope in Panda's eyes gradually dissipated, and he said dejectedly: "Is there nothing you can do?"
Butler Lin's eyes flashed coldly, and he was ready to issue an order.
But then Ye Hong turned around and said slowly: "It's not impossible."
(End of chapter)