Chu Feixiong seemed to understand something. Lying on the ground, he looked at Ye Feng with a terrified expression and said painfully, "You...you poisoned me..."

"Who said I poisoned you? Show me the evidence then," Ye Feng said with a grin, arms crossed.

Then Ye Feng looked at Yang Yiran and asked with a smile, "Yiran, did you see me poison him?"

"No." Yang Yiran immediately shook her head.

Night Wind then said mockingly to Chu Feixiong, "Did you hear that? It still proves that I didn't poison you. What do you have to say now?"

"mean……"

Chu Feixiong cursed, but the fear on his face grew stronger.

He only now realizes how terribly wrong he was.

Knowing full well that Ye Feng was skilled in medicine, he still came to cause trouble for him. Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Chu Feixiong was filled with regret, but it was no use regretting it now!

"Quick...quick, find my dad..."

Chu Feixiong said with difficulty, but before he could finish speaking, he closed his eyes and fainted.

The lead bodyguard immediately took out his phone to contact the head of the Chu family, while Ye Feng walked directly to the table, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

"Yiran, pour me some wine," Ye Feng said with a smile.

Yang Yiran was shocked, but she knew she couldn't ask anything right now, so she suppressed her doubts and curiosity, walked over, picked up the wine bottle, and poured wine for Ye Feng.

The Yang family members were also stunned. They stood in the corner of the hall, not daring to move or even breathe loudly!

At this moment, Yang Yiran was like an obedient and well-behaved little maid, holding a wine bottle and standing by the table to serve Ye Feng.

The night breeze lingered, and I sipped my drink slowly, one cup after another.

A dozen minutes later, Chu Feixiong's father, Chu Qianzhang, the head of the Chu family, arrived.

Seeing his son lying unconscious on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he turned pale!

"What...what's going on?!"

Chu Qianzhang rushed over and asked in a panic, his hands trembling with anxiety.

The lead bodyguard immediately pointed at Ye Feng and said, "Master, this is the guy who poisoned the young master! He's the one who caused the young master to vomit blood and fall into a coma!"

Chu Qianzhang glared at Ye Feng with eyes wide with rage and roared, "How dare you poison my son! Do you know what will happen to you!"

Ye Feng laughed, "Patriarch Chu, what makes you say I poisoned your son? Do you have any evidence?"

Chu Qianzhang, of course, had no evidence. He turned to look at the bodyguards around him, but they all quickly shook their heads.

"Useless trash!" Chu Qianzhang cursed.

Ye Feng said seriously, "Patriarch Chu, stop cursing and hurry up and get your son to the hospital for emergency treatment. But I must remind you, the poison in your son's body will completely take effect in five minutes. In such a short time, the ambulance may not even be able to get here in time."

Five minutes!

Let alone calling an ambulance, even if he personally drove Chu Feixiong to the hospital for emergency treatment, it wouldn't be in time!

And there wasn't time to find someone to come and treat him!

Chu Qianzhang was in a state of utter confusion, covered in sweat, and running around in circles like an ant on a hot pan!

Suddenly, Chu Qianzhang glared at Ye Feng and demanded, "How do I know if you're telling the truth or not?"

"You don't have to believe me, anyway, your son's death won't cost me anything," Ye Feng said calmly.

Chu Qianzhang was practically driven mad by Ye Feng's words!

He didn't want to believe Ye Feng's story, but he dared not gamble, after all, he only had one son, Chu Feixiong!

"Only four minutes left," Night Wind reminded him.

Chu Qianzhang finally couldn't hold back any longer, stood up, and quickly walked to Ye Feng.

"Can you cure my son's poison?" Chu Qianzhang asked.

"Guess," Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Name your price. As long as you cure my son's poison, I'll pay you whatever it takes!" Chu Qianzhang said firmly.

Night Breeze chuckled and said jokingly, "Do I look like I'm short of money?"

"So what exactly do you want?" Chu Qianzhang asked through gritted teeth.

Night Breeze put down his wine glass, stood up, and said slowly, "Promise me two things, and I'll save your son."

“Speak!” Chu Qianzhang said quickly.

Ye Feng clicked his tongue before finally saying, "First, from now on, your Chu family is forbidden from retaliating against the Yang family, and you are forbidden from doing anything that is detrimental to the Yang family!"

"Secondly, from this day forward, you and your son are forbidden from having any further designs on Yang Yiran, and you are forbidden from appearing in front of her!"

Chu Qianzhang had initially thought that Ye Feng would make difficult requests, but the two requests Ye Feng made were actually quite easy for him.

Without a second thought, he nodded and said without hesitation, "Okay, I promise you!"

“Words are meaningless; let’s put it in writing,” Ye Feng said, giving Yang Yiran a look.

Yang Yiran immediately understood and brought out paper and pen.

Since we've already agreed, there's nothing wrong with putting it in writing.

So Chu Qianzhang picked up his pen and wrote a guarantee in a flourish.

"Don't forget to leave your handprint," Ye Feng added.

Chu Qianzhang gritted his teeth, bit his finger until it bled, and pressed his fingerprint onto the guarantee.

Ye Feng picked up the guarantee and handed it to Yang Yiran, laughing, "See, isn't that settled?"

Yang Yiran was so excited that she almost cried, and she looked at Ye Feng with gratitude. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something to thank him, but she choked up and couldn't say the words.

"Quickly, save them!" Chu Qianzhang shouted anxiously.

Ye Feng finally strode up to Chu Feixiong, squatted down, and placed his right hand on Chu Feixiong's chest.

As the flame pattern on the back of Ye Feng's right hand twisted, all the toxins that had been injected into Chu Feixiong's body were drawn out and returned to his right hand.

"He's alright now," Ye Feng said.

"But my son isn't here yet..."

Before Chu Qianzhang could finish speaking, he saw his son, Chu Feixiong, slowly open his eyes and sit up from the ground.

"Dad, you're here? That's great!"

"This guy is bullying me, you have to stand up for me!"

Chu Feixiong pointed at Ye Feng and shouted, but Chu Qianzhang immediately slapped him across the face, making half of his face swell up.

"You beast, you've disgraced our entire family! Come with me, I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

After saying that, Chu Qianzhang strode outside.

Chu Feixiong glared venomously at Ye Feng, then got up from the ground, covered his face, and walked towards the door.

The bodyguards also left, and the unconscious Zhao Mang was carried away.

"Chu Feixiong, you better remember this: if you can be poisoned once, you can be poisoned a second time. You won't be so lucky next time!" Ye Feng said to Chu Feixiong's back.

Chu Feixiong, who had just stepped out of the Xiangyun Hotel, stumbled and almost fell to the ground.