The silver needles needed to be forced out one by one by Ye Feng using his profound internal strength, but before that, Ye Feng had to give Sun Muqing medicine.

Suddenly interrupted, Chen Tong frowned. Seeing that it was a young man, Chen Tong immediately said disdainfully, "You're the one who sealed Miss Sun's vital acupoints?"

"Is it not me or you?" Ye Feng beckoned and handed the century-old Huangjing to the steward beside him.

"Grind this Polygonatum into powder, boil it together with these medicinal herbs, and then bring it over!"

The steward nodded, then took the medicine from Ye Feng and left the main hall without looking back.

"Where did this brat come from, talking so arrogantly? Do you know that if this vital acupoint is sealed for too long, it can kill a person?"

“I just took Miss Sun’s pulse. There is some turbid qi in Miss Sun’s body that needs to be expelled quickly. How can you expel it if you seal the acupoints?” Chen Tong reprimanded her in a condescending manner.

Ye Feng had no intention of talking to this quack doctor. He stepped forward, ignoring Chen Tong, and then grabbed Sun Muqing's wrist.

Seeing that Sun Muqing's condition was stable, he was relieved: "Godmother? I told you long ago that Muqing was under a curse. How could you just find anyone to treat her?"

"If we had arrived even a moment later, no one could have saved Mu Qing!"

"You're saying Miss Sun is under a curse?" Upon hearing this, Chen Tong's disdain intensified.

"That's complete nonsense. In today's society, where would you find such a thing as magic?" Chen Tong had never even heard of magic.

Indeed, very few people in China have ever seen the Soul Control Gu Curse, a kind of evil magic from Southeast Asia, so Chen Tong naturally wouldn't recognize it.