Rampant

"Please!"

Ren Zhongyang had actually wanted to say that this seat was not easy to sit in, but seeing Chen Fei's eager expression, along with how he had gotten rid of that village girl just now, perhaps Chen Fei would not run into too much trouble sitting there?

Ren Zhongyang stepped aside. Chen Fei placed the woven basket somewhere within easy reach, then plopped down into the chair.

As Chen Fei sat down, numerous figures suddenly emerged at the previously empty doorway. They shoved one another around, until finally a burly man walked in and sat across from Chen Fei.

The burly man glanced up at Ren Zhongyang, then turned his gaze toward Chen Fei, his eyes brimming with greed.

"What is troubling you?" Chen Fei asked with a smile.

"Night sweats. I would ask the doctor to take a look," the burly man said, placing his arm on the table and waiting for Chen Fei to take his pulse.

"Night sweats. Judging by your complexion, it should be caused by deficient qi."

Chen Fei glanced at the burly man's wrist, with no intention of taking his pulse. He had the vague feeling that if he laid his fingers on it, something bad would happen.

Chen Fei did not know medicine. Inspection, listening and smelling, questioning, pulse-taking—he knew none of it. But Chen Fei vaguely remembered reading books on medicinal herbs and some medical texts, so he understood a little theoretical knowledge, though he had never put any of it into practice.

"Doctor, shouldn't you take my pulse first?" Seeing Chen Fei casually give an answer, the burly man's expression changed at once, his voice turning cold and low.

"The medical texts say: inspect, listen and smell, question, and take the pulse. Not every case requires pulse-taking."

Chen Fei replied