The clan leader and Xianglan shouted in unison, looking in disbelief.
"Chen Feng, this matter is not something you talk about casually."
Xianglan looked at Chen Feng and said, "The patriarch is the most powerful doctor here. He himself can't do anything about his own body. How can you possibly do something about it?"
It's no wonder that Xianglan didn't believe it. The clan leader himself couldn't do anything. What could he, a young boy in his twenties, do?
Chen Feng ignored Xianglan's words and told the clan leader about his physical condition.
After the clan leader heard this, he was stunned because what Chen Feng said was absolutely correct.
He could be sure that Chen Feng had no idea about his physical condition before taking his pulse.
Even some people in the tribe don't know what his health is like.
Therefore, all this is Chen Feng's own diagnosis, and there is no possibility that anyone else could tell him in advance.
"Could it be that you..." The patriarch took a step forward, his body trembling slightly, and there was a touch of excitement in his eyes: "Do you really have a way to cure my body?"
"This is natural." Chen Feng was confident.
"If you could cure it..."
"Chen Feng, as long as you can cure the clan leader, I will work as a horse for you for the rest of my life!" As she said this, Xianglan knelt down directly on the ground and nodded at Chen Feng without hesitation.
Seeing Xianglan like this, Chen Feng quickly helped him up.
The clan leader looked at Chen Feng excitedly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
He thought... thought he would be like this for the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, as luck would have it, when the end came, he would meet Chen Feng and have the possibility of a cure.
The clan leader was overjoyed and he quickly calmed down.
As Chen Feng said, his body is no longer good.
One can imagine how much it costs to treat a dying person.
Taking a deep breath, the clan leader returned to his previous appearance and asked: "Since you can cure my disease, then tell me your request."
"After all, my disease is not easy to cure."
Hearing the clan leader's words, Xianglan's heart sank to the bottom of her heart. She stared at Chen Feng and held one hand tightly.
Chen Feng looked at the serious looks of the two people and signaled them not to worry: "I am the one who should say thank you. If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."
"We rescue people and you treat illnesses. These are two different things and cannot be confused."
Seeing the clan leader's insistence, Chen Feng was a little helpless. Suddenly he had an idea and took out the elixirs that Xianglan had just taken him to pick.
"These two elixirs are of great help to me, and they are my reward."
Looking at the few broken grasses in Chen Feng's hand, the clan leader knew clearly that he said this deliberately in order not to burden himself.
It's just a few pieces of grass for feeding pigs. How can it be of such great value?
Now that the words have come to this point, the clan leader does not continue to refuse. There is no point in continuing to refuse.
"In that case, I would like to thank you. Your kindness to me will never be forgotten, and I will definitely repay you in this life."
As he spoke, the clan leader was about to kneel down. Fortunately, Chen Feng had quick eyes and quick hands to hold him back.
"We'll talk about everything after you recover."
The clan leader nodded without retorting, but Xianglan beside him couldn't wait to ask: "What do you need to heal the clan leader's body? Just give your orders, it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and I'll bring it back to you!"