Chen Feiyu smiled, contemptuously: "You said 'stroke' and pushed him into the fire pit. What's the point of being a quack doctor? Your medical skills are really bad."

Mu Ling was shocked first by the third young master of the Long family being provoked, then suddenly reacted and blurted out: "Did I have a 'stroke'?"

Long Hanqiu's eyes flashed with rage, and he sneered in contempt and said, "Just, my Long San Shao's medical skills are invincible, but they can be called a rare person in the world. I took Mu Ling's pulse, which is indeed a sign of a stroke. If you don't come to fool people, you can't find the patient, so you are just messing around and struggling, right?"

Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang and others who have been quietly following Chen Feiyu's movements also felt that Chen Feiyu was prying the corner of the wall and shook his head and smiled. Chen Feiyu's methods were too low-level, and it would be impossible to succeed if he was messing around.

"He is indeed a sign of stroke." Chen Feiyu nodded and continued in Long Hanqiu's smug gaze: "But it's not just a sign of stroke."

As soon as this said, Mu Ling was shocked. Could he have other diseases?

Even Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang, Bai Jinghao and others showed surprise expressions. Although they had not taken Mu Ling's vein, they looked at Mu Ling's face, and the symptoms Mu Ling just mentioned were indeed a sign of a stroke. What the hell is Chen Feiyu doing?

"Impossible!" Long Hanqiu immediately retorted: "I took his pulse. If he had other diseases, he would definitely not be able to hide it from me."

"The quack doctor is also very confident in his medical skills, but a quack doctor is a quack doctor and will not change because of confidence or not." Chen Feiyu said lightly: "Do you dare to let me take the pulse of him?"

Mu Ling also wanted Chen Feiyu to diagnose him to see if there were any other diseases, but he did not dare to offend Long Hanqiu, so he could only look at Long San Shao with a small eye, not to mention how pitiful it was.

Long Hanqiu hesitated. Chen Feiyu was obviously prying his wall. But if he disagreed, wouldn’t he admit that he had admitted his conscience?

As Chen Feiyu's gradually mocking eyes, Long Hanqiu gritted his teeth: "Okay, let you take your pulse. If you can't diagnose other diseases, you can wait to be driven down to Huaixian Mountain!"

"When the Long family doesn't need to rush me, I will go down the mountain by myself, and I will leave behind the 'Tianxing Nine Agents'. If I diagnosed that he had other problems with his body, all your remaining patients belong to me, what if?"

Long Hanqiu frowned, recalled Mu Ling's pulse and felt relieved, and sneered, "I'm afraid you won't do it?"

"Very good. It seems that the third young master of the Long family is still a bit masculine. I can look up to you." Chen Feiyu chuckled, walked to Mu Ling, reached out to turn his eyelids, and checked his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Feiyu had some white powder that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. While checking Mu Ling's eyes, the white powder was sucked into Mu Ling's nose.

The process was hidden and seamless. Even Long Hanqiu, who was closest to him, did not notice it, let alone Feng Yuyun, Bai Ningshuang and others in the distance.

Chen Feiyu's mouth raised a smile, and he was almost sure!

After doing all this, Chen Feiyu stretched out his finger and called Mu Ling's pulse, and his expression gradually became "serious".

Mu Ling was startled and said nervously: "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen, why are you solemn... I can't have any incurable disease, right?"
Chapter completed!