Chapter 14: The Lonely Pride of the King!

  "It doesn't matter what you say."

  The old man was obviously not someone who looked down on others.

  Although Ye Chengfeng was dressed as an ordinary security guard, he still treated him with courtesy.

  "In that case, I'll speak directly."

  Ye Chengfeng said: "This hot spring pool of yours is actually not a real hot spring."

  "How did this conversation start?"

  The old man was puzzled: "If it's not a hot spring, why would the water in the pool be warm?"

  "All I can say is that there's something at the bottom of the pool, and it's extremely harmful to humans."

  Ye Chenfeng said with a slightly serious tone.

  "How is it possible?"

  The old man didn't believe it at all, and his eyes had already added a few points of vigilance and disappointment, thinking that Ye Chengfeng might be trying to cheat him out of money.

  "Has the old man been experiencing unexplained fever lately? Does he feel extremely comfortable only when soaking in the pool? Is he having unbearable thirst every midnight? Does he occasionally feel like his stomach is burning with fire?"

  "How did you know?"

  The old man suddenly cried out in surprise, his heart already shocked beyond measure.

  Although many people knew he was critically ill.

  But few people know the specific details.

  He even found it extremely comfortable soaking in the pool, a fact he didn't tell his doctor because he thought that hot springs were supposed to be relaxing and had nothing to do with his illness.

  Now that this young man has spoken, he has indeed realized that his dependence on the hot spring pool seems to be far beyond the normal person's need for a hot spring.

  He still remembers how he used to soak in it every night before bed.

  And since I got sick and had a fever, it's been at least twice a day.

  Lately, I've been spending more than three times a day in the pool, sometimes half a day doesn't feel long enough, and I wish I could stay there for 24 hours.

  "If no effective treatment is taken within a month, all five internal organs will be burned to death!"

  Ye stretched out one finger, solemn and serious.

  Pausing for a moment, Ye Chengfeng looked at the little Bu who was still soaking in the pool: "He hasn't soaked many times now, but his body has also developed problems, and if things go wrong, he might not make it."

  "Ah!"

  The old man shouted in terror and pulled the little cloth out of the pool without saying a word.

  He is now completely convinced.

  Seven days ago, he received a critically ill notice from the hospital, saying that he had only one month left to live, so after his grandson's summer vacation, he hurriedly asked someone to come and accompany him.

  But unexpectedly, his grandson also started causing trouble, which made the old man regretful.

  The old man couldn't help but ask after a moment of thought: "Young brother, do you understand medicine?"

  "To be honest with you, sir, I've learned a few traditional Chinese medicine techniques from my grandfather since I was young."

  Ye was carried away by the wind and randomly made up a medical origin.

  "Then... little brother, is there a way to cure it?"

  The old man asked with great expectation, and finally added a sentence: "As long as you can cure my grandson and me, the price is whatever you want, as long as Fan Mou has the ability to do it."

  He is sixty-eight this year, although he has lived for more than half his life and established a vast empire for his family.

  But he had not yet had time to fully enjoy the family reunion, did not want to leave with regret, and even more did not want his beloved grandson to follow in his footsteps.

  "As for the method, there is indeed one."

  Ye Chengfeng smiled and nodded: "However, as for the reward, I don't need any gold or silver. I just want to take away the things at the bottom of the pool. And it's not after treating your illness, but before. At that time, this 'hot spring' of yours will disappear!"

  "No problem, hot springs can be skipped."

  The old man listened and agreed on the spot with a satisfactory reward.

  In his opinion, he and his grandson got sick because of something evil in the pool.

  Even if Ye Feng doesn't take away the things at the bottom of the pool, he will still have people dig up the pool!

  "Dad, how can you so easily believe a stranger?"

  At this time, a cold and detached voice suddenly came, and an middle-aged woman in a neat office uniform appeared behind the old man. Obviously, she had been eavesdropping in secret before, and now that things were not going as planned, she came out to stop it.

  Although she was wearing an apron around her waist, that noble temperament still existed.

  But at the same time, there is a hint of looking down on people with a dog's eyes.

  To Ye Shengfeng, her eyes showed obvious disdain and hostility.

  "Yali, this little brother is quite clever, don't misunderstand."

  Fan Lao couldn't help but explain: "Besides, he didn't even ask for money, it was just a hot spring that would make my grandson and I sick, no big deal."

  "Who knows what treasures he might find hidden beneath the hot spring!"

  The middle-aged woman sneered, her attitude was really too sharp, and she directly waved her hand to drive Ye Chengfeng away: "You can go, even if I need medical treatment, I won't ask you."

  After she finished speaking, she muttered under her breath: "The security guard at Jiangbin Garden is really something! This is a luxury villa district, not just any Tom, Dick or Harry can get in."

  Faced with the middle-aged noblewoman's attitude, Ye Chengfeng's eyebrows furrowed, and he was already secretly scolding her severely. How could the Red Flame Iron that was almost within his grasp be blocked by such a despicable person?

  But he is not in a hurry either.

  Those who know his medical skills want him to treat their illnesses but he is hard to persuade.

  Although this piece of Scarlet Flame Spirit Iron is hard to come by, it's not something that anyone can touch, so leaving it in its original place makes him feel at ease.

  So, Ye Chengfeng didn't say another word and turned around to leave, without any lingering attachment.

  "Hey little brother, wait up!"

  Fan Lao shouted loudly from behind.

  However, Ye Chengfeng also had his own pride and never looked back.

  Before, he was actively thinking of treating illness for Master Fan and his grandson.

  But from this moment on, he was unwilling to take the initiative to cure it and see who was the most anxious!

  "You..."

  Fan Lao glared at the middle-aged noblewoman with a look of "iron not becoming steel", and sighed: "My strange illness was caused by soaking in the hot spring, and almost all the famous doctors I've seen have been useless. Today, I finally met a brilliant young brother who can cure me, but you suspect him just because he's ordinary and poor!"

  Here is the translation:

  "Speaking of which, Old Fan couldn't help but sigh again: 'Even if you don't care about my old life, you should think about Little Bu! What that young brother said earlier, I'm sure you also heard it in the house, Little Bu has already gone wrong.'"

  "If he had any ability, he wouldn't have ended up as a security guard, who knows if it's just nonsense!"

  The middle-aged noblewoman still looked down on her.

  "Mom, Bao is feeling really unwell."

  That eight-year-old child suddenly clutched his chest and abdomen, furrowed his brow, and turned pale: "My tummy feels like it's on fire."

  "Look, Xiao Bu has also lost his temper!"

  Fan Lao suddenly became furious and pointed at the middle-aged noblewoman, scolding her loudly: "Are you satisfied now? This was exactly the omen when I fell ill in the first place!"

  "What... what should I do?"

  The middle-aged woman finally realized that she had wrongly accused the young man earlier.

  "It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. One must deal with one's own mistakes! That little brother lives in Villa No. 9!"

  Fan Lao threw down a sentence and went back to the house with Xiao Bu in his arms.

  Although Xiao Bu's situation was worrying, as a 'veteran', Fan Lao understood that Xiao Bu would ease up after a few minutes.

  But if no effective treatment is found for a long time, I believe it won't be long before others follow suit.