"Your father is not dead at all, so how can you apologize for his life?"
Seeing the middle-aged man looking like he was risking his life, Chen Feng shook his head, waved his hand and sent out a strong wind to block him, and shouted softly.
"Fart! A person has no breath, how can he not die?"
Blocked by the wall of air, the middle-aged man could not move even half a step forward no matter how hard he tried. He could not help but gnash his teeth and his eyes were red with hatred.
"Having no breath doesn't mean there is no life. As a martial artist, don't you know how to hold your breath?" Chen Feng said calmly.
"What do you mean? Is my old man deliberately pretending to be dead?"
When his father died, the middle-aged man was already extremely sad. Looking at Chen Feng's unconcerned expression, he became even more angry.
"Besides, Hall Master Cui has personally diagnosed and confirmed that the old man is dead. There will be no lies! You kid, don't talk nonsense anymore!"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and glanced at Hall Master Cui: "It's not false, but with his method, he can only confirm it to this extent!"
"Boy, what did you say? That's so presumptuous!" the old man with the blessing hall master on his chest shouted angrily.
Hall Master Cui's face also suddenly darkened: "Young man named Chen, are you questioning my medical skills?"
"It's not that I question it, it's that I look down upon it! The Sancai Life-Destroying Needle is in your hands, it's really a waste!"
Chen Feng shook his head and sighed, with a look on his face that seemed to hate iron.
"you......"
After hearing this, Hall Master Cui felt a tightness in his chest and almost vomited blood.
As the leader of the Medical Seeking Hall, medical skills have always been the thing he is most proud of.
Just because he feels that his medical skills are superb, he would not take action under normal circumstances.
It's not that he is arrogant about his talent, but he feels that ordinary people are not worthy of him.
Now, how can one not be angry when one's best medical skills are being demoted to shit by a brat?
"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then please! Let me see what you are capable of, and whether you can bring the patient back from hell!"
Angry to the extreme, he sneered, stepped aside, and made a gesture of invitation.
"As you wish!"
Chen Feng was not polite at all. He stepped forward and said to the middle-aged man: "If you have any grievances, you can come to me later. Now let me see how the old man is doing!"
"Don't even think about it! You can do something that even Hall Master Cui can't do? It's a joke! Boy, I think you should stop talking nonsense and just duel with me honestly!" the middle-aged man said angrily.
"It doesn't hurt to let him try. If he can't do it, it's not too late to settle the accounts with him!" someone next to him advised.
"That's right, the old man has become like this anyway. If possible, it would be better to give it a try!"
"Since this kid dares to speak out wildly, he might actually have some abilities. If the old man is really alive, wouldn't it be a missed opportunity to refuse him?"
...
Listening to everyone's words, a trace of hesitation flashed across the middle-aged man's face.
Everyone is right, the old man looks like this now, it is better to have a glimmer of hope than to be sentenced to death directly.
To use an inappropriate word, Quan should treat a dead horse like a living horse doctor!
Thinking of this, he took a deep look at Chen Feng and took a few steps back.
"Let me give you a chance. If you can't do it, I will definitely seek justice for my old father!"
Chen Feng smiled lightly, without saying much, and went straight to the old man, squatted down, and put his hand on his wrist.
"Haha, I thought there was some clever trick, but it turned out to be just such a cliché method!" Hall Master Cui couldn't help but let out a mocking sound when he saw this.