In Yun Fei's villa, Li Mengying's face was full of worry, as were Xia Ying, Liu Yuqiong, and the private doctor!
Everyone took turns standing guard, and the doctor himself was in and out all the time, his face etched with urgency.
"Doctor, how is Yun Fei doing, and how much longer can she hold on?" Li Mengying's eyes were red with tears; she hadn't rested for many days.
"Ah, this disease is so strange, medical means are truly powerless. The Martial Arts World is unbelievable; I've never heard of such a thing before!" The elderly doctor, in his seventies, kept sighing, a picture of someone who had seen it all.
The complexions of Xia Ying, Liu Yuqiong, and the others immediately turned ugly at the doctor's words—it meant there was no solution.
During this time, they had sought many people to treat Yun Fei, named doctors and veterans from both the Martial Arts World and the Secular World, but to no avail!
