After Xia Feilong finished speaking, he gestured for the three of them to sit off to the side.
We were behind the screen while they sat outside it, separated by the screen and not disturbing one another.
Once the three had sat down, Xia Feilong got straight to the point.
"I can see that this young man's stomach is unusual. I imagine it isn't a real illness. Just tell me what's going on—there's no need to beat around the bush.
If I can handle it, I'll take care of it.
If I can't, I'll ask my family's immortal master to handle it."
As soon as he said that, the middle-aged man, middle-aged woman, and frail young man all nodded repeatedly in excitement.
The frail young man spoke first.
"Immortal Xia, I-I have this lump of flesh in my stomach. It moves. It's alive.
Sometimes, I can even hear it laughing. I went to the hospital to have it removed, but the attempts failed several times.
Not only did the surgeons have accidents, even the equipment malfunctioned. As long as it involved this tumor, all kinds of things would happen..."
The frail man began gasping for breath before he could finish.
The middle-aged man also spoke up.
"And this lump is growing at a terrifying speed. It's only been less than half a month, and it's already this big.
The hospital has issued a critical condition notice. They don't even dare operate on my son anymore.
They said the tumor is too large and told him to undergo conservative treatment..."
The middle-aged woman spoke as well.
"Conservative treatment? Isn't that just waiting at home to die? My son is only twenty. He's still in college. Immortal Xia, you have to save my son! Please save my son!
My son must have