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Chapter 23 Unbearable
"Yang Feng! What are you saying? If anything happens to my mother, I won't let you off the hook!"
Xia Yumo naturally didn't want to hear these words, so she glared angrily at Yang Feng and shouted.
In her eyes, Yang Feng was utterly incompetent, only good at making sarcastic remarks while trying to act all high and mighty. Her contempt for him plummeted to zero.
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "If you really don't want Auntie to die, then let me treat her."
Xia Yumo almost laughed until she cried, and said coldly, "Get out of here! I feel disgusted just looking at you!"
"Yumo, ignore this person. Save Auntie first. Quickly give Auntie the medicine." Zhou Jianwen held the black medicine in his hand and placed it on Xia Yumo's fair little hand, accidentally touching it.
"Okay." Xia Yumo didn't mind and nodded seriously. She gave the medicine to Lin Ya and poured in some boiled water.
Xia Guoliang, standing to the side, frowned slightly and glanced at Yang Feng, whose face remained calm. He felt that his friend's son had a military bearing, yet it was somewhat unlike what he expected, which was quite strange, because he himself had served in the military and could sense it.
"vomit…"
At this moment, Lin Ya's body trembled even more violently, white foam kept coming out of her mouth, and her face looked even paler.
"Brother Jianwen, what... what's going on? My mom's condition has gotten even worse!" Xia Yumo cried, her heart filled with anxiety.
"This...this..." Xia Guoliang was also at a loss. Although he was a wealthy businessman, he was powerless to stop such illness and death.
Yang Feng sighed deeply. In truth, he couldn't bear to see a living person die in front of him, especially since the Xia family had once been kind to his family.
He stood up, stepped forward, and pushed Zhou Jianwen aside, saying calmly, "Let me handle this. I can save her. Aunt Lin's condition is due to food poisoning. The carp and licorice on the table were mixed together, and Aunt Lin was already weak, so..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jianwen recovered his composure. He was still seething with anger from being pushed away, and with a furious glare, he shoved Yang Feng aside, interrupting him:
"What the hell are you pretending for? You think you're a doctor? You think you can just say food poisoning here? What if there are other symptoms? You idiot, get out of here!"
Yang Feng had been putting up with them for a long time. He grabbed Zhou Jianwen's hand with one hand, as if he wanted to crush it, and his eyes finally turned cold.
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
"Ah!! Let go of me! You idiot!" Zhou Jianwen twisted his body in pain, trying to break free, but his hand was like an iron clamp.
Yang Feng pulled him up and kicked Zhou Jianwen away, sending him crashing onto the cold marble floor, screaming in pain.
"Yang Feng! What are you doing! What right do you have to hit me?!"
Xia Yumo was furious when she saw him actually hitting someone. Coming from a family of scholars, she hated people who fought the most. She shouted angrily.
"I don't like looking at her, so I just want to hit her." Yang Feng slowly turned his head, his cold eyes staring at Xia Yumo without any emotion.
Yang Feng, whom she had previously seen as decadent and incompetent, now appeared icy cold, making her uneasy.
Xia Yumo was a little stunned, her eyes filled with fear, and she began to avoid Yang Feng's gaze.
Then, Yang Feng glanced at Lin Ya, who was trembling slightly, turned to Xia Guoliang, and said firmly, "I have the ability to save her, but you have repeatedly obstructed me. I really don't need to be so eager to please you. Whether she lives or dies is up to you. I'm leaving. Take care of yourselves."
After saying that, Yang Feng walked out without looking back. Although he was a kind young man, there was no need for him to force himself on them when they were indifferent.
Just then, Xia Guoliang frowned, stood up, and said loudly, "Xiao Feng, wait a moment."
Yang Feng stopped, his eyes turning cold, and turned around.
"Can you really save my wife? How confident are you?" Xia Guoliang asked.
"I was originally 100% confident, but now that two minutes have passed, I'm only 60% confident."
Yang Feng didn't hide anything and spoke directly.
Xia Guoliang was still somewhat hesitant. His mouth moved slightly. Now that there was no other way, he might as well try anything.
He then took a deep breath and said sadly, "Xiao Feng, please come quickly and save my wife. I don't want to lose her."
Yang Feng nodded, stepped over and squatted down next to Lin Ya. Who would want their family to leave?
Xia Yumo's face turned somewhat unpleasant, but she continued to threaten Yang Feng, "If anything happens to my mother, I will absolutely not let you off the hook!"
"Heh, you think you can compete?" Yang Feng retorted directly, his eyes slightly mocking. He turned and glanced at Xia Guoliang, saying, "Does your family have silver needles?"
Just now, he could have used acupressure and massage to make Lin Ya vomit, but now he has to use acupuncture needles to treat her.
"Silver needles?" Xia Guoliang felt a sense of disappointment. Could silver needles really treat this? In his mind, silver needles could only unblock meridians and regulate qi and blood.
"Are you trying to kill my mother with acupuncture needles?! We don't have any of those needles in our house! We don't need your treatment either. My mother will be fine once the ambulance arrives."
Xia Yumo shouted without any restraint.
"An ambulance?" Yang Feng shook his head slightly and said, "By the time the ambulance arrives, she will already be dead."
"You!" Xia Yumo bit her lip tightly, her eyes almost spitting fire. Naturally, she didn't want to hear anyone cursing her mother.
Zhou Jianwen struggled to his feet, glared angrily at Yang Feng, picked up a water bottle from the table, and smashed it hard against the back of Yang Feng's head.
Yang Feng, possessing the sixth sense of a mercenary, quickly turned around. The water bottle approaching him grew larger and larger, accompanied by a faint whistling sound.
Bang!
Yang Feng was hit squarely on the forehead, and blood immediately streamed down his forehead, running down to the corner of his eye. His vision went black for a moment, and he became unsteady.