Chapter 144

Chapter 144

"What did you say?" Wu Yong frowned.

Ye Fengyun replied, "In less than a week, he will definitely bleed from his seven orifices and die. Within three days, his condition is bound to relapse."

"Shut your mouth! How dare you curse our master!"

"Someone, throw him out!"

The servants berated Ye Fengyun with hostile expressions.

Ye Fengyun glanced at Elder Xu, who was still squatting on the ground, continuously massaging his temples, seemingly oblivious to their argument.

This was normal. Just now, his vital energy had rushed to his heart, and under the misguided guidance of the Yin-Yang Profound Needles, the stagnant blood had rushed to his head, blocking his cerebral and auditory nerves. Although he was now conscious, his mind was foggy and his hearing impaired, making him completely unaware of his surroundings.

In other words, Elder Xu was currently like a sleepwalker.

Ye Fengyun sneered, looked at Wu Yong, and said, "It's still not too late to beg me now. Otherwise, you're really going to be in deep trouble."

"You fool, who do you think you are? I am an official doctor of the National Medical Hall! And what are you? Medical Saint Elder Yun is my teacher. And you? You aren't even worthy of sniffing Elder Yun's farts!"

While verbally abusing Ye Fengyun, Wu Yong flaunted his credentials.

Upon hearing that he was a disciple of Elder Yun, the surrounding people immediately began to shower him with flattery.

Little did they know that the person standing right before them was someone even Elder Yun had to treat with utmost respect.

Seeing that Wu Yong and the others remained stubbornly delusional, Ye Fengyun sneered and said, "It's hard to save a ghost determined to die. Don't come crying to beg me later. Wife, let's go!"

Ye Fengyun directly grabbed Tang Shihhan's hand and left the place.

Tang Shihhan turned back with a hint of displeasure, sighed, and left the exhibition hall with Ye Fengyun.

On the way, noticing that Tang Shihhan was not in high spirits, Ye Fengyun asked, "Wife, are you unhappy?"

Tang Shihhan said with a hint of sorrow, "It's a pity. I really like Master Yunfeng's paintings. His works, his outlook on life, his breadth of vision, and his grace are all things I adore."

Ye Fengyun smiled, touched his chin, and joked, "So you like me this much after all! Yet you act so annoyed with me. Women, you are always so contradictory."

"What nonsense are you dreaming about?" Tang Shihhan rolled her eyes at Ye Fengyun and walked ahead.

Ye Fengyun said helplessly, "Hey, I am Master Yunfeng! Look, you still don't believe me."

He rolled his eyes and trotted to catch up with her.

"Wife, do you want to see Master Yunfeng's latest artwork?" Ye Fengyun asked.

Upon hearing this, Tang Shihhan looked at Ye Fengyun in surprise and asked, "Master Yunfeng is still alive?"

"What kind of talk is that? Of course Master Yunfeng is still alive, and he's right in front of you!" Ye Fengyun said.

Tang Shihhan turned her head and walked away.

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Ye Fengyun had to chase after her and explain, "Actually, I know Master Yunfeng. Didn't I stay in the mountains before? Master Yunfeng happened to run into me when he went up there looking for inspiration."

Tang Shihhan said dubiously, "Really?"

"Really. He told me earlier that he has a new piece of work coming out, and it will be auctioned at the Yunchuan City auction in a few days," Ye Fengyun smiled and said.

Tang Shihhan was somewhat surprised and asked, "Will Master Yunfeng be there? I'd love to meet him."

"As for that, I'm not quite sure. We'll see when the time comes," Ye Fengyun said with a beaming smile.

Tang Shihhan nodded, furrowed her brow slightly, and said, "I hope you're not lying to me."

"Of course not. Let's go, let's go home."

Ye Fengyun took Tang Shihhan's hand and walked home. At first, Tang Shihhan instinctively tried to pull away, but when Ye Fengyun caught up and held her hand again, she stopped resisting.

Through day-to-day companionship, Tang Shihhan had grown accustomed to Ye Fengyun's presence.

Although his appearance was indeed somewhat acquired-taste, how could a man's charm be limited to mere looks?

The Xu family's backyard.