Looking up at the convoy that was gradually moving away, Ye Feng quietly released a wisp of divine sense. After all, he was also a little curious about the "important things" that the middle-aged man said, wanting to know what kind of important things needed to be escorted by so many martial artists who were already top masters in the eyes of mortals.

The divine consciousness silently poked out, and instantly penetrated into the carriage in the convoy. As soon as he infiltrated it, Ye Feng's face turned red, and he was as busy retracting his consciousness as if he had encountered a snake and scorpion, and stood on the side of the road and coughed.

In his mind, the scene inside the carriage was unobstructed. There were two young women in the car, one of whom appeared to be seriously ill, curled up together, covered with a thick quilt. Next to the woman, another woman dressed as a maid sat beside her and changed the wet towel on her forehead.

Under Ye Feng's powerful divine sense, that layer of quilt was like nothing, and the divine sense penetrated it in an instant. Ye Feng's old face turned red, the woman in the quilt was not wearing any clothes! Under his divine sense, Ye Feng almost completely looked at the people!

Touching his nose in embarrassment, Ye Feng looked left and right as if he was a thief, and then coughed again before continuing to walk forward. Somehow, as he walked forward, Ye Feng's mind always came back to the beautiful scene he had just seen......

After about half an hour of walking, the convoy just now appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes again. Around the carriage, dozens of warriors on tall horses were distributed, guarding the surroundings. The nearest place to the carriage, the middle-aged man who had just apologized to Ye Feng was standing there, scanning around with a broadsword in his hand, and talking to the coachman in the carriage from time to time, as if to confirm something......

Seeing this convoy, a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and then he touched his nose, coughed dryly, and walked around to the side. Prepare to move on around the convoy.

Just when Ye Feng had already made a detour for nearly half of the distance and was about to pass by the side of the convoy, the middle-aged man who had been scanning the surroundings of the guard suddenly had his eyes lit up, walked over quickly, and stopped Ye Feng.

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng looked up at the middle-aged man who was a head taller than himself and asked calmly, without any hint of being suddenly stopped.

"Little brother, you are a reader, you should read more books than us old men, I wonder if you have ever read books about the diagnosis and treatment of eccentric diseases?" asked the middle-aged man with his fists clenched, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. Originally, with his temperament, he would not ask a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam whether he had read such mentally retarded questions as medical skills. It was really that Ye Feng had impressed him too much before, and the sudden aggravation of the man's condition in the carriage made him a little at a loss, and he rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I've seen some of them, but I know a little bit about some incurable diseases." ”

Originally, with Ye Feng's temperament, he wouldn't care about this kind of thing that had nothing to do with him. In fact, because of curiosity, he had reached out and seen something that he shouldn't have seen, so he planned to help the girl in the carriage heal her illness as an apology for what he had just done.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng asked, "But someone is sick?"

In fact, when the middle-aged man asked these words, he regretted it a little, and was a little annoyed by his arbitrary assertions. After hearing Ye Feng's question, the middle-aged man touched his head and said with a wry smile: "There is a maid in the carriage who suddenly fell ill, and there is still nearly half a month to go before the nearest city, if you don't diagnose and treat it, you will definitely not survive that time." My young lady was reluctant to abandon the maid. So I stopped here and figured it out. Little brother, if you don't have any choice, then it's better to leave early without delaying your trip. ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned around and walked towards the carriage.

Ye Feng glanced at the carriage and then stepped to keep up with the middle-aged man's pace, and said lightly: "I haven't seen the condition yet, how do you know if I have a way." It's not too late for me to meet the sick maid you spoke of. ”

"This ......" The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Ye Feng twice, and then said to Ye Feng as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, you come to me." I hope you can really find a way to heal. ”

With that, the middle-aged man led Ye Feng through the warriors riding tall horses one by one, and walked towards the carriage.

When passing by one of the warriors, the warrior suddenly spoke, and all of them said sarcastically: "Boss, you have eaten the wrong thing today, why did you invite such a little white face? ”

When Ye Feng heard this, he looked up, only to see that the warrior who spoke out was the same person who deliberately rode his horse over his head and deliberately humiliated himself.

Glancing at this person's eyes, Ye Feng opened his mouth and said very calmly: "With your body, I'm afraid that the muscles have grown into your brain, and you will still be stupid to help others count the money when you are sold one day." ”

Nightblade's voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for everyone in the vicinity of the carriage to hear. He said it very indifferently, as if he was talking about some facts.

For a moment, the entire convoy laughed. The corners of the groom's mouth twitched, and although he didn't laugh out loud because of his identity, his eyes were clearly full of smiles. In the carriage, there were also two coquettish laughter, and then the owner of the voice seemed to think that it was not appropriate, and suddenly there was no sound.

"Little white face, what are you talking about!" the warrior roared, feeling a big **, and there was a feeling of losing face.

I saw that after the warrior finished roaring, he directly took out the horsewhip and whipped it at Ye Feng's face. The horsewhip swept through the air, bringing its whistling sound, but this sound alone was enough to make ordinary people's scalps tingle and their legs weak!

With the strength of this warrior, if this horsewhip hits an ordinary person, even a person with a strong body may be directly whipped to death by a horsewhip! Obviously, this warrior has a murderous intent.

"Zhang Ergou, you ate the bear's heart and leopard gall today, didn't you!"

Nightfront stood still, as if he didn't care about the whip at all. But the middle-aged man beside him suddenly let out an angry roar and grabbed the horsewhip drawn by the warrior. Then he raised his hand and pulled it back, and he snatched the horsewhip directly from the warrior's hand, causing the warrior to stumble and almost fall off the horse!

"You give Lao Tzu a little restraint today! Wait back and see how Lao Tzu cleans you up!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, threw the horsewhip in his hand on the ground, and didn't care about the warrior's ugly face, and reprimanded.

After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't look at the warrior known as Zhang Ergou, and walked towards the carriage with Ye Feng.

Following the middle-aged man to the carriage, Ye Feng was about to step onto the carriage.

"What do you want to do!"

The driver of the car suddenly looked up, looked at Ye Feng, and asked coldly.

"You came to me to treat your people, and now you ask me what I want to do. Didn't you hear the conversation he had with me just now?" Ye Feng pointed to the middle-aged man beside him, and replied calmly as he looked at the coachman's eyes.

"You are a scholar, even if you have read a few medical books, how much medical capital can you have, if it is just on paper, wouldn't it be misleading others and yourself?" replied the coachman, and there was a glint in his eyes. He turned his head to the middle-aged man and said, "Zhao Gan, you are a little dizzy this time. ”

"I'm sorry, Steward Li. The middle-aged man was embarrassed and hugged his fist at the coachman who was called Steward Li, and then he turned his head and said to Ye Feng with a wry smile: "That, little brother, I am indeed dizzy this time." It's better not to disturb your trip, so don't mix in the muddy waters. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Qian stretched out his hand and planned to lead Ye Feng away.

"Doctors are in the world, you see that I am young and arrogant and say that I am not qualified to diagnose and treat patients, is it true that only those old people who are old can be regarded as doctors in your eyes?" Ye Feng did not leave with Zhao Gan, but looked up at Steward Li's eyes and said calmly.

"The little brother does have some truth in what he said. But the old man blamed the little brother abruptly. Steward Li sighed lightly, and then looked Ye Feng up and down, and his senses for Ye Feng changed slightly. After a pause, he continued: "I don't know if the little brother can see what disease the old man has. If the little brother can see the disease on the old man's body, then the old man will agree to you board the car for diagnosis and treatment. ”