Urban Evil Doctor

"Oh?" The middle-aged scholar became interested when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Then what did you see? You might as well reveal it, and I will go over the details together."

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, Ye Fei smiled and said, "I dare not go into details, so I'll just tell you some of my ignorant opinions."

Ye Fei immediately said: "There is a faint spiritual power flowing in these calligraphy and paintings, so I conclude that the person who wrote these things is a monk."

"Hey!" The middle-aged scholar smiled faintly and looked at Ye Fei noncommittally. He didn't know if Ye Fei was right, or if he thought what Ye Fei said was nonsense.

But Ye Fei didn't care, and instead continued: "Besides, looking at these handwritings, the iron painting and silver hook are full of killing intent. If I am not mistaken! The person who wrote such words must be a sword cultivator!"

"You fart! My Grand Master is an out-and-out Confucian scholar, how could he be a sword cultivator?" Ah Zi cursed.

Ye Fei smiled faintly and ignored the little girl.

But looking at the middle-aged scholar, his expression has changed.

Ye Fei knew that his judgment was still right!

Looking at these calligraphy and paintings, although they are trying their best to hide their murderous intent, and even use the most authentic Confucian methods...but the sharpness of a swordsman cannot be hidden.

Based on the "qi" of this calligraphy and painting, Ye Fei has already seen the truth.

"Amazing! My uncle was indeed a swordsman before joining Shangyang Academy." said the middle-aged scholar.

Ye Fei nodded and said: "Good swordsmanship...but this one..."

Ye Fei stretched out his hand, pointed at one of the many paintings and sighed: "If my guess is correct, this great sword cultivator is no longer alive, right?"

When the middle-aged scholar heard this, he stood up suddenly, looked at Ye Fei in horror and said, "How did you see it?"

Ye Fei pointed at the transformation and said, "People have essence. In this painting, the person's essence has been exhausted."

"What do you mean by this?" the middle-aged scholar asked.

Ye Fei replied: "What I mean is that when he wrote this, his body was exhausted, and his death is probably not far away."

After saying this,

Ye Fei picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, feeling very confident in his judgment.

At this time, when I looked at the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were wandering and he looked excited.

"How do you know... these?" the middle-aged voice couldn't help but ask.

Ye Fei said: "Let's just treat it as a guess."

After that, he stopped talking.

Looking at the middle-aged scholar again, tears filled his eyes.

Ye Fei knew that he was right.

"I'm sorry." The middle-aged scholar wiped his tears and left the room.

Azi looked at Ye Fei curiously and couldn't figure out why this person made his uncle, who was always known for his perseverance, cry with just a few words.

This situation is really strange.

Ye Fei didn't care about this situation.

The middle-aged scholar returned not long after he left, and an even older scholar returned with him.

The older scholar came to Ye Fei. Ye Fei had not yet responded, but Azi beside him couldn't sit still.

The little girl put away her unruly attitude and jumped up from her seat.

"Ah! Master, why are you here?"

It turns out that the person coming is Ah Zi’s master!

No wonder the little girl became honest in an instant and didn't dare to make any mistakes!

"Well, Ah Zi is here too." The scholar stroked his beard, then looked at Ye Fei and said, "What do you call this gentleman?"

"Ye Fei."

"Mr. Ye, I am Meng Ziyang, Mr. Gutang of Shangyang Academy... I am the second disciple of the old academy." The old scholar introduced himself.

Ye Fei knew that the hierarchy of Shangyang Academy was divided into students, disciples, teachers, and the chiefs of each hall, and then the senior teachers in charge of divisional tasks, and above that were the principal and deputy deans.

Therefore, this gentleman in the ancient lecture hall should be a chief.

Scholars of this level are already very high-ranking in Shangyang Academy.

Ye Fei returned the courtesy to Meng Ziyang and said, "Hello, Mr. Meng."

Meng Ziyang looked at Ye Fei, and then said: "Since ancient times, heroes have come from young! It's amazing that such a young person has become famous!"

"Rewards, awards, I don't dare to make mistakes in front of seniors." Ye Fei felt the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations in Meng Ziyang's body, and knew that this was a powerful being that he could not offend casually, so he was very cautious in what he said and did, lest he anger the other party. .

"Please come with me!" said the old scholar.

So Ye Fei followed Meng Ziyang out of the living room and walked to another thatched cottage.

The thatched house in this room is much larger than the one in the living room, and there are many medicine stoves at the door. There are still fires burning on the stoves, and herbs are being slowly simmered.

The strong smell of herbs escapes from the stove, making people feel nauseous.

Ye Fei frowned, and instead of walking into the room immediately, he walked to the medicine stove and began to observe.

"Mr. Ye? Is there any problem?" Meng Ziyang also saw what problem Ye Fei had discovered and couldn't help but ask.

Ye Fei didn't say anything, just smelled the medicine, then frowned and stared at the quality of the herbs. Finally, Ye Fei asked: "Who prescribed this medicine?"

After hearing Ye Fei's words, Meng Ziyang replied: "It is a prescription prescribed by the great doctor our uncle invited from Ruyang City."

"Can I see the prescription?" Ye Fei asked.

"Please come with me."

Meng Ziyang did not hesitate and led Ye Fei into the thatched house.

There were many people in the thatched house at this time!

There was an old man lying on the bed, his eyes closed and breathing slowly.

A middle-aged man wearing a doctor's robe was taking the old man's pulse.

Not far from the bed, three men were standing not far away, watching.

Meng Ziyang entered the room, came to the table, took out a stack of prescriptions and handed them to Ye Fei, and said, "Mr. Ye, all the prescriptions are here."

Then Meng Ziyang took out a prescription and handed it to Ye Fei and said, "This is the prescription from the great doctor."

At this time, everyone else in the room looked at Ye Fei with strange expressions, as if they were curious about Ye Fei's head start, and two of them showed anger and dissatisfaction.

"Second brother, what did you do?" One of the three people yelled at Meng Ziyang: "Why are you bringing everyone into the house? Is it too much?"

Meng Ziyang raised his hands to the man and said, "Senior Brother, don't get me wrong. This doctor was recommended by Mr. Qian Jiangshan. What's wrong with letting him read the prescription?"

Hearing this, the three of them didn't say anything. The middle-aged doctor who was diagnosing the old man's pulse smiled bitterly at Ye Fei and said, "Young young man, this place is dangerous. You shouldn't go into troubled waters!"