450 What Do You Think You Can Do It?



The next morning, Chen Xuan went to the real estate forum.

Before she left, she even made breakfast for Ye Feng.

But when Ye Feng woke up, it was already around ten in the morning.

He couldn't help but blame himself.

Yesterday, he had promised to be abstinent, but in the end, he did not even stick to it for a day before he broke the precepts.

However, Ye Feng did not think that there was a problem with his resistance.

Chen Xuan could only be blamed for being too alluring.

In the past, he still could not understand why so many emperors and generals, no matter how big the storm was, they could wade through it, but in the end, they were all defeated by women.

It wasn't that they were disappointing, but that the enemy was too powerful.

This 'enemy' could make them die without regrets, defeat without regrets.

Even though he felt that his body was empty, Ye Feng still remembered his master's teachings of 'never let go of your fist' and forced himself to go outside to practice his fist.

..

And after a round of boxing, Ye Feng immediately felt much more energetic.

Just as he was about to return to the villa, he suddenly saw an ambulance speeding past and stopping in front of the villa next door.

A few medical staff rushed into the villa with a stretcher.

It was probably because someone had a sudden illness.

This also gave him a reminder.

It seemed that he had to control himself in the future. Otherwise, he really did not know which would come first, tomorrow or death.

Just as Ye Feng was filled with emotions, a few luxury cars passed by and stopped at the entrance of the villa next door.

A few elites in suits and leather shoes quickly got out of the car.

"How's my dad's condition?"

A man in his forties immediately asked the butler who came out to welcome them.

"Doctor Cao has just arrived and is in the midst of emergency treatment, but I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic..." the butler hurriedly replied.

"No matter what, nothing can happen to my dad..."

The man quickly entered the villa.

Ye Feng glanced at the Rolls-Royce Phantom that the man was sitting in, and then linked it to the powerful aura that he was emitting. He guessed that this person's identity was not ordinary.

However, he had no intention of meddling.

Although he had the Green Bag Sutra medical skills given by the system, he was not sure if these medical skills were reliable.

After all, saving lives was a matter of life and death, so he could not be careless at all.

If one's medical skills were not good, not only would they not be able to save people in the end, they would even harm them.

Ye Feng shook his head and was about to return to the villa.

At this moment, a system notification suddenly sounded in his ear.

[A new opportunity navigation has been detected. Please go straight along the current road for 20 meters and turn right...]

Ye Feng was stunned. It seemed that the system wanted him to be a busybody.

He shook his head helplessly and went to the villa next door.

When Ye Feng entered the living room of the villa next door, he saw that it was already a mess.

A man in his thirties, wearing a white coat, was performing CPR on an old man lying on the ground.

However, the old man's eyes were closed and he didn't react at all.

The doctor opened his eyes to take a look, then sat down on the ground dejectedly and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing anxiously at the side.

"Mr. Luo, I'm sorry. I've tried my best..."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he pulled him up. "What do you mean? What do you mean by trying your best? Is that what I want to hear?"

The doctor's face was flushed red. "Mr. Luo, let me explain. Old Mr. Luo had a heart attack and was found too late."

"When I got there, his heart had stopped beating..."

The middle-aged man pushed him away. "I don't want to listen to this nonsense. The Luo family spent so much money to hire you as a private doctor, not for you to talk nonsense. Save my father immediately, or I'll kill you!"

The doctor was crying. "Old Mr. Luo's heart has stopped beating. Even if a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal comes, he can't be saved."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow and almost fainted.

At this moment, the butler beside him suddenly said, "Why don't… It's better to hurry up and send him to the hospital. Perhaps he can still be rescued."

The doctor immediately shook his head. "It's useless. The nearest hospital will take 20 minutes. It's too late."

The middle-aged man could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

"Dad, wake up. Open your eyes and look at me. I'm your son, Ah Yuan..."

Luo Jingyuan's mother passed away when he was young. He grew up with his father, who was the most important person in his life.

Now, the person who was the most important to him had suddenly passed away, and he had not even seen him for the last time.

Even though he had been in the business world for decades and was used to countless situations, he still couldn't bear such a huge blow.

At this moment, a childish voice sounded from the living room. "Let me try."

Luo Jingyuan thought that he had heard wrong. He stared blankly at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"You... who are you?"

"I'm your neighbor."

Ye Feng could only explain.

"Neighbor?"

Luo Jingyuan was struck by a huge blow, and his brain could not process what was going on. "You just said that you want to try? Do you know medicine?"

When Ye Feng heard his question, he could not help but hesitate. "How should I explain this to you, I should… be able to."

He did not have much confidence in his medical skills, so he did not dare to be too confident.

However, to everyone present, it was a little ridiculous.

If he knew, he knew. If he didn't, he didn't.

What did he mean by 'should be able to do it?'

Would he or would he not?

The male doctor in the white coat was holding back his anger. When he heard his words, he immediately sneered.

"Anyone dares to pretend to be a doctor now. Show me your medical qualification certificate."

Ye Feng shrugged: "I don't have it."

"Oh, a student? Which medical school are you studying at?"

"I'm not a medical student either."

"Hahaha, this is too funny. First, you don't have any academic qualifications, and second, you don't have the qualifications to practice medicine."

Hearing the male doctor's mockery, many people present laughed along.

In their opinion, this young man in front of them probably knew that the owner of this house had some power, so he wanted to take the opportunity to swindle people.

Ye Feng's expression changed even though everyone was laughing at him.

"You have a degree and the qualifications to practice medicine, but you couldn't save him, right?"

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent.