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Chapter 272 What Does It Taste Like?

Upon hearing this, Sun Qingya didn't even glance at him.

Yang Qingteng immediately stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Xiao Ning, shut up! Uncle Sun is not someone you can offend!"

"But!"

Wang Ning was about to speak again, but when he met Yang Qingteng's gaze, he shrank back and remained silent.

The little farce came to an end, and Master Deman, who had been standing to the side, glanced at Ye Feng and Nangong Jingshu several times, his eyes carrying a special meaning.

"alright!"

"That's the end of it; let's not talk about it again."

"Uncle Sun is right. We'll know for sure whether we have medical skills or not by trying. There's no point in guessing here!"

After Yang Qingteng finished speaking, he looked at all the renowned doctors present and solemnly said, "Everyone, my father's illness depends entirely on you. Please spare no effort!"

"Don't worry, Patriarch Yang, my junior sister and I will do our utmost to help you. We're confident that your illness will be cured!"

The young man with Nangong Jingshu spoke confidently, then added meaningfully, "As for those so-called masters or charlatans, there's no need to get involved. Let's all save face for each other."

"After this is all over, I might be able to get a meal without any preparation."

Wang Ning's temper flared up immediately. The master he had invited was no ordinary person; how could he allow someone to slander him like this?

He was about to speak, but was stopped by the noblewoman beside him.

Ye Feng didn't take it seriously. There were too many people like that trying to attract attention, so it wasn't worth arguing with them.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Dr. Liu." Yang Qingteng politely cupped his hands, without saying anything more.

Liu Qinghong puffed out his chest with considerable confidence, put his hands behind his back, and asked with the air of a master, "Where is the old patriarch now? Lead the way!"

"This way, please."

Yang Qingteng gestured for them to proceed, then led the group forward.

After several transfers, they arrived at a relatively secluded house in the manor. Upon entering the room, they found a faint, not pungent, odor in the air.

This smell is somewhat unique; it's not a rotten or putrid odor, but rather a very mild stench that won't make you feel uncomfortable or nauseous.

"This taste...it's like a very natural taste..."

Someone muttered something under their breath.

Some people present nodded in agreement.

Once inside the room, the smell seemed to intensify, as if one were in a sea of ​​durian.

Looking ahead with all my might, I saw two servants tending to the old man on the bed. He was weak and pale, and it seemed he didn't have much time left.

What's even more intriguing isn't the old man, because no one has been able to find the source of the stench.

After all, no fool would think that's the smell of a corpse.

Nangong Jing Shu was curious and couldn't help but ask, "Patriarch Yang, what exactly is this smell lingering in the air?"

Upon hearing this, the others also turned their gazes towards the scene, filled with curiosity.

Yang Qing Teng gave a wry smile and sighed slightly, "Everyone, this is caused by my father's strange illness. I can't explain exactly what it is."

A month ago, Mr. Yang suddenly fell seriously ill and never recovered.

This condition lasted for several days. Although he was sent to the hospital immediately, he could not wake up. After searching for all the famous doctors in Xiaohai City, he finally managed to switch to a state of alternating coma and wakefulness.

It was from that time that a faint stench began to emanate from Old Master Yang.

Even after using all available equipment, both domestic and international, no problem could be found. All that could be known was that the old man's life force was gradually fading away, and this situation would not last long.

It should have been at most two months, but half of that time has already passed.

Yang Qingteng knew that things couldn't continue like this, so he simply searched for famous doctors to treat the old man. Ye Feng and his group had already gone through countless rounds of treatment.

Upon hearing these descriptions, the people present exchanged glances, their expressions revealing a hint of confusion.

Although no one spoke, their faces all said, "How could there be such a strange disease in the world?"

"Don't panic! Let me see what's going on!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, a voice volunteered.

Liu Qinghong strode forward and went straight to Old Master Yang's side, taking his pulse to find the cause of his illness. Everyone crowded around, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Ye Feng, however, remained calm and quietly released his true essence in a gentle manner, gradually covering Old Master Yang's body.

From this moment on, every inch of the other person's skin and every cell on their body became completely visible to him.

Just a moment later, Ye Feng frowned.

He discovered a seed the size of a fingernail in the heart of the old man.

The entire seed has a unique cube shape, a dark red color, and resembles a Rubik's Cube with many intricate and obscure patterns.

As Grandpa Yang's life force diminished slightly, the lines would lighten from dark to light each time, maintaining a consistent rhythm.

As for the stench that permeates the air, it's also because of this seed.

"This thing...could it be a demon flower?"

Ye Feng's heart tightened, and something suddenly came to mind.

This is no ordinary plant; it is a legendary evil flower that grows on the banks of the River of Oblivion, feeding on corpses.

Its seeds have a faint stench, which intensifies as it grows. Once it has absorbed enough nutrients, it will burst open its corpse and bloom into a flower.

At this stage, the flower will completely absorb the entire corpse, leaving not even a single hair behind.

This is another one with the name of his evil spirit flower, which looks just like an evil spirit taking lives.

Ye Feng didn't know at first either. He only found out about it from an ancient book. Because this thing was so rare, there were very few people who knew about it.

However, although this thing is terrifying, everything in the world has two sides. For example, this evil flower may seem fierce, but it is actually a rare medicinal herb.

If taken in an appropriate manner, it can enhance one's mental strength.

"I thought it would just be a routine case of treating and saving lives, but I never expected to encounter something like this."

Although the item was valuable, Ye Feng was not happy.

Because this disease is extremely difficult to cure, once the demon flower parasitizes a host, it will become one with the host until it drains the host dry, and it will never stop growing throughout the entire process.

Saving Old Master Yang's life is probably as difficult as climbing to heaven.

As Ye Feng thought this, Yang Qing Teng couldn't wait to inquire about the patient's condition, "How is it, Dr. Liu? Has he figured out the problem?"

Liu Qinghong withdrew his hand with a somewhat solemn expression.

"I do know some things."

"Old Master Yang's problem lies in his heart. Whether it's the foul smell or his own vitality, it all comes down to his heart."