Everyone fell silent, all their eyes on Ye Guichen, wanting to see what he could say.
Ye Guichen smiled slightly and first pointed to the disciple named Mu Ye: "He isn't sick..."
"Haha, not sick?"
"Kid, it seems your medical skills are just so-so. Who says he isn't sick?"
"This round..."
Before Ye Guichen could finish, Matsui Ichiro burst into laughter, his face full of mockery, yet he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.
Fortunately, he had a card up his sleeve. Even if Ye Guichen saw that Mu Ye wasn't sick, it was enough to prove he had some skills.
After all, Mu Ye was really healthy, with the main issue being psychological.
Who knew, though, that Ye Guichen would interrupt Matsui Ichiro: "Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Hmm?" Matsui Ichiro was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"I mean, how could he not be sick? He's got a filthy disease and is close to the point of no return." Ye Guichen said.
