Meanwhile, the bodyguards and assassins were still engaged in a fierce battle.
But now they all stopped, staring in disbelief at what was happening.
After an unknown amount of time, one of the assassins suddenly shouted in a panic, "The boss is dead!"
"Run! Run!"
"That person is a martial arts master even more skilled than the boss!"
The assassins swarmed off into the distance, and the bodyguards, who had initially intended to give chase, hesitated and ultimately withdrew.
After all, they were bodyguards, and their mission was to protect Zhao Zhengguang and Zhao Xuehan.
Hunting down assassins was never their job.
If they were to chase after the assassin, and something were to happen to Zhao Zhengguang and Zhao Xuehan here, then they would have put the cart before the horse.
Night Breeze patted his already clean hands and returned to the car.
"The problem is solved," Ye Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Xuehan finally snapped out of her daze, and then excitedly grabbed Ye Feng's hand and asked, "Ye Feng, what... what realm are you at now?"
"Guess," Ye Feng said with a smile.
"That Chen Mang was at the early stage of the Divine Realm. If you were able to kill him, it means you are at the middle stage of the Divine Realm! At least at the middle stage of the Divine Realm!" Zhao Xuehan shouted excitedly.
Zhao Zhengguang said seriously, "Xuehan, you are wrong. Even a martial artist in the mid-stage of the Divine Realm could not kill Chen Mang so easily with one move. Therefore, Ye Feng is definitely not in the mid-stage of the Divine Realm. In my opinion, he is at least at the peak of the Divine Realm!"
Then Zhao Zhengguang slowly turned his head and said with emotion, "I never expected that you would save this old man like me twice in just one hour. I don't know how to thank you enough."
"Grandpa Zhao, please don't say that. You and my... my father were friends. You came to visit his grave today, so it's only right that I help you," Ye Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Zhengguang's face was full of gratitude, and his old hands gripped Ye Feng's wrists tightly, refusing to let go.
Zhao Xuehan urged, "Grandpa, let's hurry home, Zhou Yue is dying!"
Zhao Zhengguang only realized what was happening after a while, and then urged the driver to drive faster.
A dozen minutes later, they arrived at the Zhao family mansion.
The luxury cars had just landed on the ground when their doors opened rapidly.
The bodyguards rushed over and carried the seriously injured Zhou Yue to the lobby on the first floor of the villa.
Zhao Zhengguang and Zhao Xuehan quickly followed them inside.
Seeing the bodyguards preparing to put Zhou Yue on the floor, Zhao Zhengguang roared, "Put him on the sofa! Put him on the sofa!"
So the bodyguards placed Zhou Yue on the soft sofa.
Ye Feng could tell at a glance that the sofa in the living room was definitely a high-end product and worth a lot of money. At this moment, the blood flowing from Zhou Yue's body had stained the sofa red and even seeped into the sofa cushions.
This way, it definitely won't get clean, and the sofa is basically ruined.
But Zhao Zhengguang and Zhao Xuehan didn't care at all; Ye Feng was quite satisfied with their performance.
At least they have humanity; they know that a mere sofa can't compare to Zhou Yue.
"Ye Feng, you cured my grandfather's illness. Can you treat Zhou Yue now?" Zhao Xuehan asked Ye Feng.
Zhao Zhengguang also looked at Ye Feng, waiting expectantly for Ye Feng's reply.
Just as the night breeze was about to speak, the sound of high heels clicking on the stairs came from the second floor.
"Dad, Xuehan, what happened? Why is Zhou Yue covered in blood?"
Ye Feng turned his head and immediately saw that the person speaking was a young woman in a white dress, two or three years older than Zhao Xuehan.
Even without Zhao Zhengguang's introduction, Ye Feng knew who this woman was, because Ye Feng had information about her in his memories.
Her name is Zhao Xuemeng, she is Zhao Zhengguang's eldest granddaughter and Zhao Xuehan's older sister.
Moreover, Zhao Xuemeng was not alone; an elderly man in a white coat, carrying a medical kit, came down from upstairs.
Zhao Xuehan quickly said, "Sister, Grandpa suddenly decided to pay respects to Uncle Ye, but on his way back he was attacked by a group of assassins, and Zhou Yue was seriously injured!"
Zhao Zhengguang then said, "Xue Meng, do you remember him? He is Ye Feng, the son of your Uncle Ye. He is a very skilled doctor, and we are planning to have him treat Zhou Yue."
Zhao Xuemeng glanced at Ye Feng, and a look of disdain immediately appeared on her face.
"Who do we have here? It's that good-for-nothing!"
With a cold snort, Zhao Xuemeng continued, "Grandpa, Zhou Yue is so badly injured, how can we let that good-for-nothing Ye Feng treat him? Look, Dean Chen is right here, let Dean Chen treat him instead."
"Why is Dean Chen here?" Zhao Zhengguang asked.
“Grandpa, your illness hasn’t gotten better, so after get off work today I went to visit Dean Chen and invited him to our house to treat you. But when I got back I found that you and Xuehan weren’t home, so I entertained Dean Chen on the second floor for a while,” Zhao Xuemeng explained.
Ye Feng was no stranger to Dean Chen.
The elderly man in the white coat is Chen Fengrui, the most renowned doctor in Nanyang City.
Many important figures in Nanyang City have been cured of various difficult and complicated diseases by Chen Fengrui. Chen Fengrui has practiced medicine in Nanyang for most of his life and has a great reputation, which can be described as being at the height of his fame.
"Grandpa, let Dean Chen treat Zhou Yue instead," Zhao Xuemeng said.
Zhao Xuehan hesitated before saying, "But..."
"No buts, it's settled then." Zhao Xuemeng interrupted Zhao Xuehan without any politeness, and even glanced at Ye Feng with disdain.
Ye Feng laughed and said, "It's alright. Since Miss Zhao Xuemeng wants Dean Chen to treat Zhou Yue, then please let Dean Chen do it. I just want to watch from the sidelines."
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
Zhao Xuemeng said disdainfully.
Chen Fengrui didn't say much. He carried the medical kit and strode up to Zhou Yue. Then he opened the medical kit and took out acupuncture needles to treat him.
Chen Fengrui's hands were very steady and fast when inserting the needles. As each silver needle pierced into Zhou Yue's body, pure true energy was released from Chen Fengrui's hands and continuously poured into Zhou Yue's body to heal his wounds.
As Chen Fengrui treated Zhou Yue, everyone present could clearly see that his injuries were healing at a visible speed.
"As expected of Dean Chen!" Zhao Xuemeng said excitedly.
Zhao Xuehan also breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of joy appeared on her face.
Zhao Zhengguang's expression was similar.
For Zhao Zhengguang and Zhao Xuehan, the most important thing now is to heal Zhou Yue's injuries and save his life.
As for who actually treated Zhou Yue, that doesn't really matter.
But as Ye Feng watched, his brows furrowed tightly.
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