Yin Xingshui's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Mr. Ren Feng, although your medical skills are extraordinary, your diagnosis this time is truly too absurd. I am well-versed in the art of health maintenance, going to bed early and rising early, diligently exercising. My body has always been very good, with no illness at all, so how can there be talk of illness?"
Ren Feng smiled and said, "How have you been feeling recently, Mr. Yin Xingshui?"
"Eating well, sleeping soundly," replied Yin Xingshui.
"Is that really so?" There was a glint in Ren Feng's eyes. At the beginning, he didn't know why Yin Xingshui invited him over, but when Yin Xingshui mentioned his illness just now, he realized it.
This was akin to a psychological tactic, inviting him over to engage in verbal sparring to suppress him, in order to gain an advantage during the competition.
