Ling Tianyu continued to deal with the medicinal herbs in his hands. Sun Aoyu was already dead; now, it was just a matter of waiting for the fifteenth day to come—just one more day until the moment of confrontation, which was also when the Wei Zifeng siblings' bodies would act up.
If the Wei family's people could still solve it this time, then it would really be something out of the ordinary. He had been harsh this time, ruthless even—if it couldn't be resolved within five minutes, Wei Zifeng and his sister would die from their blood vessels bursting throughout their bodies.
Just five minutes. If someone from their Wei family was that skilled in medical technique to solve it, he, Ling Tianyu, would have to admire them, perhaps even give them a thumbs-up.
He considered his medical technique to be unsurpassed in the city. Could anyone from the Wei family really be more skilled than what the old man had personally taught him?
