o you think I would give it to you""Do you think there's still room for negotiation"Shao Feng's words were filled with pride, clearly showing that he was confident and fearless.I'm telling you all thi...Xue Liang asked in astonishment, "Mr. Ye, what kind of pen are you talking about"

"Bring me a brush and prepare the ink, paper, and inkstone for me."

Ye Bufan said again.

"Oh!"

Xueliang nodded, he thought Ye Bufan might want to get a prescription.

Hua Chengye was a calligraphy enthusiast before, with all the necessary tools for calligraphy: brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Xue Liang soon found him.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Bufan reached out and picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and turned to walk towards the ancient painting on the wall.

The crowd, which had just calmed down, was dumbfounded once again. What were they doing Was this how you cured illnesses

Ye Bufan ignored the crowd and came to the front of the ancient painting. Without any hesitation, he began to write on it with his pen dancing like a dragon.

"What is love in this world, that it makes people promise life and death to each other"

The font is small, but each character is written with dragons and phoenixes, powerful and penetrating the paper.

After finishing, he casually threw the pen aside: "That's it."

"What... What is going on"

Xue Liang, Su Ruyue, and Alice were all baffled, having no idea what he meant.

Gou Yuanhua shook his head, a look of disdain on his face. Even if he couldn't cure Hua Chengye today, Su Ruyue would be helpless over there.

Langli and Branco burst into laughter: "Is this traditional Chinese medicine What a joke!"

"Who said Traditional Chinese Medicine is a joke"

A creaky voice came from beside them. Everyone turned their heads and were instantly shocked, their mouths agape in disbelief.

At this moment, Hua Chengye had gotten up from the sofa. There was no trace of pain on his face any longer; instead, he seemed full of energy and vigor.

If people hadn't just seen it with their own eyes a few minutes ago, they wouldn't believe that this person was in excruciating pain.

"Grandpa, are you alright"

Xue Liang was full of surprise, quickly walked to Hua Chengye's side, and wanted to help him up.

"No need to help, old man. I can walk by myself."

Huachengye stood up by himself and strode to the front of the crowd.

At this moment, everyone came to their senses. Could it be that what Ye Bufan had just said, "It's good," wasn't referring to the words on the painting, but to Hua Chengye

But what does writing on a painting have to do with treating illnesses

"Young man, did you heal the old man"

Hu Chengye didn't understand what had happened, but after suffering from headaches for so long, they suddenly disappeared. His intuition told him it had something to do with the young man in front of him.

"Yes, I cured it."

Ye Bufan's expressiont know what had happened, but it was clear that Shen Qiyue had been given a very strong drug.After a few breaths, he pointed at Shen Qiyue's back heart. The latter spat out a mouthful of black blood a...