The moment he saw Chen Feng, Dewey snorted coldly, and his face instantly darkened.
He didn't believe Chen Feng's words at all.
He simply doesn't believe in anything evil, evil, or resentful.
He had been using that Tang Dao for many years, and he had no resentment at all.
But as a warrior, it seemed unreasonable to suddenly fall ill, so I felt depressed and went to the hospital to find out the cause of the disease.
Any doctor would not be so excited, but the person in front of him was Chen Feng, who not only wanted to lie to him, but also abducted his granddaughter.
Now that Du Tianfeng's heart is tied to Chen Feng, his cabbage is about to be taken away from him, how can he not be angry?
Seeing that Dewey seemed to know Chen Feng, Qi Ping felt relieved.
"Shibo knows Mr. Chen?"
This is normal. With Chen Feng's medical skills, there should be many people in Kyoto who want to know him.
In this case, there is no need to say anything more, just let Chen Feng take Dewey's pulse.
Dewey sneered, "My dear nephew, you are going to make a mistake this time. This guy is not a good doctor."
"But a liar, a complete liar."
fraud?
"Shibo, are you kidding me?
Mr. Chen’s medical skills are the best I have ever seen.”
Qi Ping frowned and glanced at Chen Feng.
Seeing the latter's calm face and a hint of disdain between his brows, I immediately understood.
Apparently, there was some misunderstanding between the two men.
"Who has the best medical skills? You must have been deceived by him."
Dewey shook his head and looked at Chen Feng with warning eyes.
An expression that says I've seen through you.
"Shibo, you must have misunderstood," Qi Ping shook his head, "I am a doctor, and there are not many people in Beijing who I admire."
"Mr. Chen must be one of them. Don't you think Shi Bo still believes in my vision?"
"I just took this opportunity today, how about looking at my face and letting the two of you bury the hatchet?"
Qi Ping smiled and suggested.
One is his uncle, and the other is a rare and strange person in the world. It would be bad if the two become enemies because of a small misunderstanding.
"I have no objection. This old man has always misunderstood me and said I lied to him."
"I'm also a good talker. If you have any illness, I'll tell you what to say."
Chen Feng shrugged, feeling a little depressed, so he became a little rude when he spoke.
He has saved the other party twice, the first time with his own hands, and the second time with elixirs.
But treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, this guy doesn't believe in himself, even if he talks about it, it's useless.
"Boy, are you here again? My dear nephew, come and give me a review."
"This guy said that the Tang Dao I played with was too full of resentment, and that the resentment would come back to harm me, but haven't I been doing well so far?"
"It's just that I haven't been feeling well recently. How can I have any resentment? Besides, you, Shibo, and I are still a warrior."
"Earth level, I am an earth level warrior, can I be hurt even if I have bullshit resentment?"
Dewey snorted coldly and said with great dissatisfaction.
After hearing what Dewey said, Qi Ping finally understood what was going on.
He glanced at Chen Feng and saw that the other party did not refute, and felt a little confused.
"Mr. Chen, are you telling the truth?"
Qi Ping asked.
"This is natural," Chen Feng nodded and glanced at Dewey, "Of course, I have always had my say."
"He doesn't have a few days to live. Fortunately you are an earth-level warrior, otherwise you would have died suddenly."
He said angrily, he was really treating his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.
"You bastard, I've been here for decades and you still dare to curse me. Believe it or not, I'll slap you to death."
Dewey glared angrily and slapped his palm on the table.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the table fell into pieces.
On the ground, table fragments and food were scattered everywhere.
"Shibo, you..."
Qi Ping frowned and sighed in his heart.
I just feel very sorry. With Chen Feng's strength, he must have his reasons for saying this.
Now Dewey has turned against him directly, which is equivalent to missing the opportunity.
"Shibo, give me some face and let this matter be revealed, okay?"
he begged.
Dewey snorted coldly, his face stern.
"If I knew it was this guy, I would never have stepped foot into this restaurant."
"One more thing, stay away from my granddaughter from now on, you are not worthy of her."
"Old man, please speak politely to me. Du Tianfeng is my friend. Unless she tells me to leave her, your words will not count."
Chen Feng's expression was equally unkind. This old man was too stubborn.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Qi Ping quickly pulled Chen Feng aside.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Chen. My uncle is too impulsive and stubborn. I hope you can forgive him."
Chen Feng waved his hand and didn't take it seriously. It was not like he was begging for medical treatment.
Qi Ping hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "My uncle, is there really something wrong with your health?"
If he could help Dewey, he would definitely be willing.
"I want to hear the truth from you. As long as it's what you say, I believe it."
He looked sincere.
Seeing that the other party's tone was serious and his attitude was very humble, Chen Feng's face softened slightly, "This is natural, the resentment has invaded from the soles of his feet."
"The most obvious symptom is a black line appearing on the sole of the foot. When this black line reaches the heart, you can offer incense to your uncle."
Chen Feng said softly.
If these words were said by others, Qi Ping would definitely not believe them.
After all, these words are too bizarre.
But it came from Chen Feng's mouth, Thaksin!
"Is there any way to save it?"
Qi Ping asked.
Chen Feng handed over a talisman, "It can relieve the three-day crisis, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It's best to let me use acupuncture to cure it."
"As long as he agrees to treatment, I can help him get rid of the resentment in his body."
For a prefecture-level martial artist like Dewey, ordinary resentment will naturally not affect him, but when Dewey has been exposed to it for a long time and his internal energy is exhausted during martial arts training, it is naturally difficult to prevent it.
It is reasonable to fall for the trap.
Looking at the yellow talisman in his hand, Qi Ping nodded, feeling relieved.
"Excuse me, Mr. Chen."
Qi Ping bowed deeply.
After that, he walked up to Dewey and stuffed the charm into Dewey's pocket.
"Shibo, I took this talisman with great difficulty, so please keep it as a favor to me."
Unexpectedly, Dewey threw the talisman to the ground and glared at Qi Ping fiercely, "Qi Ping, which side are you on? I hate wallowers like you the most."
"I said, I don't recognize this guy."
"That bullshit miracle doctor, that bullshit resentment entering his body, I don't believe it."
"You should cut off our relationship with him immediately, otherwise I won't have a good nephew like you."
Dewey's face was extremely gloomy and he stared at Chen Feng.
"Shibo, why are you acting like a child? I am capable."
Qi Ping almost cried, he felt so tired now.
This time, Dewey went completely berserk and turned around and left.
"This old man..."
Both of them were speechless.
"Chen Feng, I'm already at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. Come quickly."
It's Tang Yixue's phone number.
On the other side, Dewey, who had just had a big argument, returned home with an angry look on his face.
He took out the Tang Dao again and started playing with it.
"You say there's something wrong with this knife, but I just want to play with it. What's the problem?"
After finishing two sets of moves again, I was covered in the smell of sweat.
There was a faint darkness in front of his eyes. Dewey took a deep breath and started using his skills to suppress the backlash.
I didn't take it seriously at first, so I took my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
There is a black line on the abdomen.
If you follow the black line, you can see that it is connected from the sole of the foot.
This black line is about to reach the heart.
His heart was beating fast.
"Oh my god, I'm so angry..."
I didn't even have time to wash off the foam on my hair, so I hurriedly put on my clothes and ran out.
He took out his mobile phone and called Qi Ping's phone number.
"My dear nephew, where is Mr. Chen?"
When something happens, he calls me nephew, and when nothing happens, he calls me Qi Ping. Qi Ping vomited in his heart.
He vaguely guessed something in his heart and said softly: "Industrial and Commercial Bureau."
After hanging up the phone, Dewey felt his heartbeat was very fast, and the frequency of blackening in front of his eyes was getting faster and more frequent.
"Prepare your car immediately, Industrial and Commercial Bureau!"