Hearing the laughter, Zheng Tianhe angrily turned around and glared at the teacher who had laughed.
The teacher, young and intimidated by that gloomy gaze, stuck out his tongue and hurriedly squeezed his way to the back of the crowd.
"You..."
With a cold snort, Zheng Tianhe was about to scold Ye Feng.
"Sigh, Teacher Zheng, you study medicine too, can't you tell that your wife is ill?"
But before he could get a word out, Ye Feng interrupted him with a questioning retort and then, with a look of immense grievance, said, "I was kindly treating someone's illness, yet I'm the one who ends up taking the heat. It's true that no good deed goes unpunished."
"Don't talk nonsense! I am in great health, I'm not sick!"
Sister Fu struggled to get up and pointed at Ye Feng, raising her voice.
