Chapter 16: The Fierce Ghost

"Why is it so cold?"

Qi Ruoxue and Ye Feng walked in, arms wrapped around their chests, trembling.

Looking at Lei Qianqian and Qi Jingfu, they seemed already accustomed to the cold in this room, their faces showing no strange expressions.

It was the height of summer, and there was no air conditioning on in this room, yet it was cold—as if it were cold right down to the bones.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the entire room.

At this moment, seven or eight people had already gathered in the room.

Ye Feng saw two familiar faces among them; one of them was the very little boy Ye Feng had saved that morning!

As for the other, Ye Feng merely glanced at him briefly; he had no favorable impression of this person.

Shifting his gaze, Ye Feng turned his eyes to an old lady lying on the bed, and when he saw her face clearly, he immediately frowned.

It wasn't that he recognized this old lady, but the black mist on her forehead made Ye Feng's back feel a chill!

If his guess was correct, the temperature in this room was being affected by this old lady!

Sitting by the bed was an old man with an aged face; when he saw the newcomers, he immediately frowned and asked, "Old man Qi, where is the miracle doctor you spoke of?"

Qi Jingfu glanced at the old man and pointed at Ye Feng, saying, "That young friend there is the miracle doctor I invited!"

The old man glared at Qi Jingfu and shouted angrily, "Absurd!"

"Are you trying to fob me off with just this greenhorn?"

Qi Jingfu ignored the old man's anger and said calmly, "Old Lei, rein in that explosive temper of yours. At the very least, he is much better than those two foreigners you found."

Having said that, he glanced at the two foreigners in white coats standing before the bed; their medical skills were not even as good as his own, and he didn't know what had gotten into this old man that he insisted foreigners were better.

Afterward, he looked at Ye Feng and asked softly, "Little Brother Ye, tell me, can this illness be cured?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, the old man flew into a rage. He pointed at Ye Feng and shouted, "Someone, throw this greenhorn out for me!"

As the words fell, the two bodyguards in the corner revealed fierce expressions and closed in on Ye Feng, looking as if they intended to throw him straight out from the second floor!

Ye Feng frowned; why was this old man's temper so explosive!

At this moment, Qi Jingfu stepped directly in front of Ye Feng, glared at the two bodyguards, and shouted, "Let's see who dares!"

Lei Qianqian also tried to persuade the old man, saying, "Grandfather, don't be angry. This young friend is the benefactor who saved Xiangwen this morning!"

The old man looked Ye Feng up and down once more, then waved his hand at the two bodyguards and said, "You two, stand back for now!"

"If you can't cure her, don't cause trouble!"

Having said that, he turned his gaze back to the old lady on the bed.

Ye Feng ignored the old man and said calmly, "I didn't say I couldn't cure her!"

Once these words were spoken, the eyes of everyone in the room immediately focused on Ye Feng!

Qi Jingfu asked in confusion, "Then why were you shaking your head just now?"

Ye Feng looked at the old lady on the bed and explained, "I wasn't shaking my head to say I couldn't cure her, but to tell you all that this old lady isn't suffering from any illness—she has been possessed by a fierce ghost!"

Hearing this, everyone in the room widened their eyes and stared at Ye Feng!

At this moment, only one thought crossed their minds: "This kid is really full of nonsense!"

"Absurd, truly absurd!"

"Someone, throw him out for me!"

It was the same old man; he clenched his fist and slammed it onto the table by the bed.

"Lei Zhenxiong!"

Qi Jingfu stood up again, shielding Ye Feng.

He simply couldn't understand why this old man wanted to throw people out at the slightest disagreement; what kind of problem was that, really!

"You all must have felt that the temperature in this room is not right, haven't you?"

"In the sweltering heat of summer, with not even the air conditioning on, how could it possibly be this cold and chilly?"

Ye Feng looked at the angry Lei Zhenxiong and explained, and he even emphasized his tone when saying "cold and chilly"!

If he still couldn't understand, then Ye Feng had nothing more to say; his mother had once told him that a brain is a good thing to have, and one must usually stay far away from people who don't have one!

Once these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent. After thinking about it calmly, they realized that what Ye Feng said didn't seem to have any problems!

After all, the temperature in the room was so cold in the sweltering summer that science couldn't explain it; it could only be explained by metaphysics!

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, took out a Silver Needle, and using Using Qi to Control Needles, flicked it directly onto the old lady's temple!

Ye Feng's expression was grave, his gaze like a torch, as if he could pierce through the invisible haze.

He slowly extended his hand, his fingertips pointing into the void, as if capturing the invisible ghost.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, the temperature in the ward plummeted, and everyone felt a chill strike them.

Immediately following, a blurry black shadow flickered in the corner, emitting a low, whimpering sound that made one's hair stand on end.

Ye Feng's gaze became increasingly firm. He took a deep breath, and a faint trace of Qi Strength flowed through the Silver Needle into the old lady's body.

"Ah!"

Following that, a shrill, miserable scream was heard; the black shadow instantly shrank into the corner, and the temperature of the entire room instantly dropped to freezing.

Ye Feng kept his eyes tightly shut, his internal Qi Strength surging like a rushing river.

He clenched his hands into fists, his veins bulging, as if he could tear the void apart.

The fierce ghost was wreathed in dark, gloomy mist, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it lunged at him, carrying bone-chilling cold and endless resentment.

Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a firm light flickering within them.

He let out a loud shout, his Qi Strength surging forth, and the Silver Needle in his hand transformed into a brilliant ray of light, colliding with the fierce ghost's black mist.

Instantly, a deafening boom erupted in the air; the light and the black mist intertwined and entangled, as if heaven and earth were trembling, and Ye Feng's figure flickered in the intense confrontation, appearing like a god of war descended.

The aftermath of the confrontation swept through the surroundings like a gale, and the sinister wind rushed straight toward everyone's foreheads.

The light and black mist gradually dissipated during the collision, revealing the figure of Ye Feng, standing tall like a pine.

His posture was upright and his eyes were exceptionally bright, as if he had just experienced a contest between life and death.

As for those malevolent ghosts that had originally been restless, they were now all prostrate on the ground, not daring to make the slightest move.

The crowd watching the battle all around were dumbfounded, as if they had witnessed an incredible miracle.

The people inside the house were even more weak-kneed, almost collapsing to the ground, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

After such a struggle, Lei Zhenxiong said in terror: "This, what on earth is this ghost!"