"good."

Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang went to the alley where the renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor lived.

Zhan Bei glanced at the address and said to Huo Dongfang, who was visibly resistant, "Old Huo, this is the place."

Huo Dongfang stepped into the alley.

An elderly man dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit was wiping the leaves of a pot of orchids.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yin Zhongzheng? I was introduced by Mr. Sang..."

Yin Zhongzheng glanced at Zhan Beiwang, then looked at Huo Dongfang, "Is he the one who wants to see me for treatment?"

Zhan Beiwang felt a surge of joy in his heart.

He knew it.

He knew that this old man Yin was a highly skilled doctor.

One glance was enough to tell that Huo Dongfang was suffering from a hidden illness.

Rounding up, Huo Dongfang will definitely be able to cure him.

"Yes." Since Huo Dongfang had come, he naturally didn't hold back. "Four years ago, I was injured."

"Come with me."

Yin Zhongzheng placed his beloved orchid in the morning sunlight to bask in the sun.

He led Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang into his bedroom.

He hadn't seen a doctor for many years and was often ill; even the people in the alley didn't know he could treat illnesses.

"sit."

Huo Dongfang sat in the chair and placed his hand on the pulse pillow that Yin Zhongzheng had taken out.

Yin Zhongzheng's fingers gently rested on Huo Dongfang's wrist.

Zhan Beiwang looked at the two people in front of him with great anxiety. Several times he wanted to ask Yin Zhongzheng whether Huo Dongfang's illness could be cured.

Yin Zhongzheng sentenced Huo Dongfang to death in just five minutes.

"I can't cure your illness."

Even though it was an expected answer, a sense of disappointment still lingered in Huo Dongfang's heart.

"Only my senior sister can cure your illness."

Zhan Beiwang excitedly punched Huo Dongfang on the shoulder and asked impatiently, "Elder Yin, may I ask where your senior sister is now?"