Pale skin, rapid breathing, veins turning purple...
Ye Feng squatted down, quickly glanced at the little boy, and then pinched his pulse.
"Are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine from Huaxia?"
Seeing Ye Feng's actions, the middle-aged foreigner suddenly showed a strange smile on his lips, and asked in his stiff Huaxia language..
"Yes," Ye Feng nodded calmly and then quietly sensed the pulse.
After receiving a definite answer, the middle-aged foreigner's expression became even more disdainful, and he muttered something at a very fast pace.
"What did he say?"
Although Ye Feng couldn't understand the foreigner's words, he could feel they weren't anything pleasant.
"He said you are a 'witch doctor'..."
The beautiful flight attendant hesitated for a moment before explaining to Ye Feng.
Witch doctor...
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's gaze turned cold, but he soon had a bitter smile in his heart.
