Then, Lord Changsun also retreated outside the house to wait quietly. The physician who had spoken first couldn't help but ask curiously, "Lord, who is this?"

"This is an Eastern physician whose medical skills are unparalleled in the world," said Lord Changsun.

"Oh? Could this be an Emperor-level physician? Or even a God-level physician?" the physicians asked, their eyes wide.

"Well, I don't know either," Lord Changsun scratched his head. He had been caught up in a lot of chaos and hadn't had time to ask about Dongfang Mian's medical level.

Seeing the bewildered look on Lord Changsun's face, the old physician shook his head disapprovingly, "Lord Changsun, you have handled this matter improperly. The old lady's condition is already critical, and you are still acting recklessly at this time..."

Just then, the old lady's door opened, and a figure walked out, laughing heartily, "What are you all talking about that makes you so happy? Tell me so I can share in your joy."

"Madam, Madam!" The doctors could hardly believe their eyes when they saw the sprightly and healthy old lady.

“Mother…” Although Lord Changsun was prepared, he still found it very amazing.

"What kind of expressions are those? Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd seen a ghost," the old lady scolded.

The doctors thought to themselves, "Don't we think we've seen a ghost? Otherwise, how could someone who was terminally ill suddenly become lively and energetic? Even if she's cured, she still needs a recovery process."

"Mother, are you fully recovered?" Lord Changsun looked the old lady up and down.

The old lady pulled Dongfang Mian's hand from behind and said, "Thanks to Doctor Dongfang for curing my illness, you should thank him properly."

"Yes, yes, yes, from now on, Physician Dongfang will be a distinguished guest of the Changsun family of Tianqi City," the city lord of Changsun quickly said.

Just then, a figure strode in from outside, walked up to the old lady, pushed Dongfang Mian aside, grabbed the old lady's hand and cried, "Mother, it's so good that you're cured! It was all worth it for Fei'er to pray for you every day. It must be Fei'er's sincerity that moved Heaven and allowed you to recover."

The woman who suddenly appeared grabbed the old lady and started wiping away her tears. Dongfang Mian didn't know who she was, but from her words, Dongfang Mian could roughly tell that she was mentally impaired.

Out of kindness, Dongfang Mian specifically asked the City Lord Changsun beside her, "City Lord Changsun, does this person also need treatment?"

Lord Changsun smiled awkwardly and was about to say something when the old lady shook off the woman's hand with a look of disgust and said, "My illness can only be cured by the medical skills of Physician Dongfang. If you pray for me, I think you can't wait for me to die sooner."

Upon hearing this, the woman named Fei'er cried even louder. Lord Changsun apologized and said, "Physician Dongfang, I'm sorry you had to witness this. This is my wife, Yang Fei'er. There's been a misunderstanding between Fei'er and my mother..."

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? I wouldn't dare have any misunderstanding with you, Madam. She can talk the dead back to life with her mouth, but she just can't tell the truth. I can't outwit her," the old lady interrupted impatiently.

While wiping away her tears, Yang Feier said, "Mother, Feier and the Lord are truly in love. Why do you keep ruining Feier's reputation? It will affect the entire City Lord's Mansion. But Feier knows you are getting old and are prone to senility, so Feier will not hold it against you."

Seeing Yang Feier's fake talk, Dongfang Mian felt so disgusted she almost vomited. Taking advantage of Yang Feier's inattention, she grabbed her hand, smelled it, and then threw her heavily to the ground.