"Hehe, whether you're sick or not, why not extend your hand and let me feel your pulse to find out?" Ling Zhenfei still had an indifferent expression on his face as he coldly stared at Mo Sang and spoke.

"This..."

The more Ling Zhenfei acted nonchalant, the more nervous Mo Sang became in his heart.

In the end, this guy finally couldn't resist the fear in his heart and, quite embarrassingly, extended a trembling arm towards Ling Zhenfei.

"Cousin, don't listen to his nonsense, he is..."

Wang Quan saw and just wanted to persuade again, but then he saw that Mo Sang had already furiously extended his other hand and fiercely slapped him across the face.

"You fool, shut your mouth!"

Mo Sang smacked Wang Quan and then glared at him fiercely, ultimately turning with a pleading look in his eyes towards Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei despised this man for his earlier intention to harm He Lingxiu, but on the surface, he didn't let anything show and merely extended his hand, placing it on his wrist.

"Doctor... Doctor, what disease do I have?"

The calmer Ling Zhenfei acted, the more unfathomable he appeared in Mo Sang's eyes. Seeing that Ling Zhenfei was only taking his pulse and not speaking, Mo Sang became even more nervous and urged anxiously.

"Oh dear, buddy, your condition is really not light..."

Ling Zhenfei pretended to feel the pulse for a while, then stroked his chin, which bore no beard, as if pondering deeply. He paused halfway, then shook his head and sighed without speaking.

"This... Ah!"

Mo Sang was, in essence, an ignorant buffoon, and if Ling Zhenfei had directly spelled out his condition, he might not have believed it.

But now, seeing Ling Zhenfei's reluctant demeanor, he couldn't help but imagine the worst after a stretch of wild guessing, and his face turned pale as he cried out, "Doctor, could it be... could it be that I'm really sick?"

"Alas, not only are you sick! But you are also in a deep state of illness!"

Ling Zhenfei sighed with feigned mystery, speaking to Mo Sang in a tone as somber as if he were announcing Mo Sang's own funerary arrangements.

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Sang was truly shocked as if a thunderbolt had struck him, his face showing extreme fear, his legs shook, and he actually fell from his seat onto the ground.

"No! Impossible! My body can't be sick; I had a full check-up at the hospital recently, and the doctor said there was nothing wrong!"

Mo Sang's face was pallid, his mouth trembling as he stuttered for a long time before he finally addressed Ling Zhenfei in a somewhat hysterical tone, "You must be lying to me! I'm not sick at all! You're just trying to scare me, aren't you?"

"Hmph, whether you're sick or not, you'll know if you try!"

Ling Zhenfei was planning to tease this buffoon today, and although he had already frightened Mo Sang considerably, he hadn't yet achieved his goal.

"Mo Sang, if you don't believe it, you can sit cross-legged with your legs together on your knees, inhale forcefully through your nose and draw your belly in toward your stomach three times in a row, to see if there's a faint pain in your lungs!"

Ling Zhenfei gazed coldly at Mo Sang, finally speaking in a deep tone.

"Really? Alright, I'll try..."

Mo Sang was a coward who feared death and regarded his own life as more important than anything else.

Though he didn't believe what Ling Zhenfei said, seeing that he spoke with such gravity, he dared not disbelieve and thus started to follow the instructions.

Who would have thought, after following Ling Zhenfei's method and inhaling forcefully three times, he really did feel a faint pain in his lungs.

"Ah! What's... what's going on?"

Mo Sang had no medical knowledge whatsoever and, feeling the pain, was immediately scared to the point of nearly crying. He believed Ling Zhenfei's words unconditionally, almost kneeling down to plead with Ling Zhenfei.

"Divine... Divine Doctor! Please tell me, what exactly is this illness I have? Is there still a chance for a cure?

Please, Divine Doctor, you must show mercy and save me! Rest assured, Divine Doctor, my family is very wealthy. As long as you can cure me, no amount of money will be a problem!"

"Ah, brother, your illness is really not easy to treat!" Seeing the wretched scarecrow scared to death, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

But on the surface, he still put on an act like a savior healer, speaking solemnly, "You have swelling of the lungs causing phlegm disease. Lucky for you, I've discovered it early. If it were found any later, even Hua Tuo, were he still alive, would be helpless!"

"Ah..."

The more enigmatic Ling Zhenfei spoke, the more terrified Mo Sang became. His forehead was already drenched in sweat, as he nearly fainted on the spot.

"What should I do? Divine Doctor Ling, please save me! Save me..."

Having hit the nail on the symptoms, Mo Sang was now utterly convinced by Ling Zhenfei's words. He even knelt before Ling Zhenfei, begging for his life!

"Hehe, rest assured, since I've diagnosed your ailment, I will certainly treat you. However, as for the consultation fee, it is somewhat expensive..."

Ling Zhenfei adopted a mysterious demeanor and took the opportunity to severely fleece this naive rich kid.

"No problem! No problem, as long as you can cure my disease, money is not an issue!"

Mo Sang, at this point, didn't care about anything else and quickly fumbled a bank card out of his pocket, handing it to Ling Zhenfei, "Divine Doctor Ling, this card contains two hundred thousand, and it's without a password. As long as you can truly cure my illness, I'll have an even greater reward for you later."

"Hehe, since that's the case, then I will accept it without any reservations!" Ling Zhenfei glanced at the bank card in his hand and accepted it unabashedly.

Then he pretended to ponder for a bit before hurriedly writing out a prescription and handed it to Mo Sang, "You need to go to the pharmacy and buy these medicines right now, the faster, the better. Once you've taken them, you'll be fine!"

"Divine Doctor Ling, will I really be okay after taking these medicines?" Mo Sang looked at the names of the medicines on the paper with a look of disbelief.

"Of course, but you must hurry. If you're late, the effectiveness of the medicines might not be as significant!" Ling Zhenfei said gravely, nodding his head.

Whoosh!

No sooner had Ling Zhenfei finished speaking than Mo Sang, not daring to delay, hurried off with his overweight body at a hundred-meter sprint pace, heading straight for the Mercedes at the door, completely forgetting about his cousin Wang Quan.

"Aren't you going to scram? Or do you want me to kick you out!" Ling Zhenfei sneered coldly, sharply glaring at Wang Quan who was still in a daze.

"Cousin, wait for me!" Wang Quan, jolted by Ling Zhenfei's fierce glare, didn't dare to delay any longer, quickly following after Mo Sang.

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

Seeing the two fleeing in such a panic, even He Lingxiu couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably like a little hen, unable to straighten her waist.

"Brother Afei, that Mo Sang didn't seem like he was sick at all. Is he really suffering from lung swelling?"

After He Lingxiu had her fill of laughter, she asked Ling Zhenfei, puzzled.

"Haha, that kid is perfectly healthy; he has absolutely no illness," Ling Zhenfei replied with a laugh.

"No illness? Then what were those symptoms you told him about just now..." He Lingxiu was even more baffled upon hearing this.

Even though she wasn't yet a qualified doctor, she knew that having symptoms meant something was wrong with the body.

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