"This is impossible!" Zhou Hang immediately became anxious, "My father is the same as Grandpa, how could he possibly die in his sleep? You're talking nonsense!"
Then, Zhou Hang looked at Zhou Zhenggang, "Grandpa, this guy's a swindler. I think he's just here to scam us out of money, spouting all this nonsense!"
"Shut up!" Zhou Zhenggang roared in anger, the fury apparent in his eyes.
"Ye Feng my friend, is there a way to save my son?" Zhou Zhengyuan asked.
Ye Feng nodded, "Of course there's a way, but it will take a bit longer this time, four hours."
"Okay then, I'll have to trouble you, Ye Feng my friend. If you can cure my son and solve our problem, just name your price in the future, and I, Zhou Zhengyuan, will do my utmost!" Zhou Zhengyuan said to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng nodded indifferently, "We'll see, help me take off his clothes..."
Jiang Shufen nodded, then took off Zhou Yugang's clothes, and Ye Feng pulled out his silver needles to begin the acupuncture.
