You Know Medicine? How Can You Just Make Such Wild Claims?

As soon as the group entered the house, they heard voices coming from a room off to one side.

Seeing Xu Yingying and the others looking toward the room, her aunt, Xu Sufen, explained, "One of your uncle's nieces helped contact a renowned old doctor from Zhonghai to come and treat him."

"I see..."

Xu Yingying nodded in understanding, then looked at Ning Wangshu.

Ning Wangshu asked, "Auntie, could we go in and see how Uncle is doing?"

Xu Sufen nodded. "Of course."

With that, she led them into the room.

Inside, a middle-aged man with an extremely poor complexion lay on the bed. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in some pain.

Just as Xu Yingying had said, his face had a dark, purplish tinge, and a wisp of black energy lingered faintly between his brows...

An elderly man, around sixty or seventy, with white hair and beard, sat beside the bed.

He was taking the middle-aged man's pulse. A young woman in her twenties stood nearby.

When Ning Wangshu and the others entered, the old man and the young woman merely glanced at them and paid them no further attention.

Ning Wangshu's attention was on Xu Yingying's uncle. He only needed a couple of glances to understand the man's condition completely.

Still, Ning Wangshu was a little surprised.

Xu Yingying had been watching Ning Wangshu's expression closely. Seeing his reaction, she asked, "Ning Wangshu, how is it? Are you confident you can cure my uncle?"

Ning Wangshu smiled slightly. "Don't worry. It's a minor problem."

The moment he finished speaking, the old man sitting beside the bed and taking the man's pulse looked up at him. He gave a soft snort, his voice clearly tinged with anger. "A minor problem?"

"Heh. Young man, do you