Ye Feng finally helped the two old men up. He was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.
He had already exhausted a lot of physical strength, and with such a struggle, it was even more unbearable.
"Divine Doctor Han, don't say anything more. I won't take you in as my disciple. With your status in the medical field, if you really acknowledge me as your master, I think I'll be chopped into pieces. You're harming me."
Then, he turned to look at Old Master Zhao. "Old Master, don't kneel to me. You're already so old. Isn't this cutting off my lifespan?"
Divine Doctor Han was once again rejected by him, so he could only walk to the side aggrievedly.
Looking at his expression, he looked like a resentful wife who had been abandoned by her husband.
