Han Lei also didn't know what Ye Fan was thinking, but she still spoke up briskly, "Of course you're qualified. Divine Doctor Wang is a member of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, a publicly recognized medical authority in Ninghai City. As his disciple, you definitely qualify. In fact, I think it's beneath your abilities."
Ye Fan laughed heartily and said, "It's not beneath my abilities."
After speaking, Ye Fan reached out and touched Huo Zilong's wrist, and then his expression changed as he spoke in a deep voice, "Huo Zilong, your physical condition isn't good. Years of indulgence in wine and pleasure have hollowed out your body, and you could fall ill at any moment."
"Shut your fuc—" Before Huo Zilong could finish swearing, he felt an acute pain in his body, as if his bones and muscles were being torn apart, an unbearable agony that came wave after wave, like a tide sweeping over his entire body.
