Chapter 52: Mother's Recovery!

"The key to the Ghost Doctor Sect, starting bid is one hundred million, each increment must be no less than ten million. Now, let the bidding begin!"

As soon as Ouyang Mei'er finished speaking, the entire venue was in an uproar.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at that Golden Ring, their eyes full of shock and confusion.

"One hundred million? Isn't that too expensive!"

"If one isn't a wealthy family, who could afford a price of one hundred million?"

"Exactly, and this is just the starting bid; who knows how high the final price will go!"

Even though complaints filled the air, there were plenty of people with money.

In just one minute, the price was raised to over two hundred million.

"Two hundred and ten million!"

"Two hundred and thirty million!"

"Two hundred and fifty million!"

The bidding shouts rose one after another, and the price was quickly raised to three hundred million.

Ye Feng sat in his seat, his heart churning with turbulent waves.

Since this was the key to the Ghost Doctor Sect, it might have some connection to his father, but with his current financial resources, it was simply not enough to support him in winning it.

Now, he could only watch from the sidelines.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit raised the paddle in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of confidence: "My Chen Family bids five hundred million!"

The entire venue suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at that middle-aged man, their eyes full of surprise and admiration.

"Tianhai Chen Family! Truly wealthy and imposing!"

"A price of five hundred million, that immediately kills off many people!"

"It seems this Golden Ring belongs to the Chen Family."

However, just when everyone thought this Golden Ring would be auctioned off to the Chen Family without any suspense, another middle-aged man wearing a gray suit raised the paddle in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of provocation: "Is five hundred million a lot? My Liu Family bids six hundred million!"

The Chen Family's middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, but he did not back down and raised his paddle again: "Seven hundred million!"

The man in the gray suit smiled and raised his paddle again: "Eight hundred million!"

The bidding shouts rose one after another, and the price was quickly raised to one billion.

The atmosphere in the venue became unusually tense; everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the stage.

Just when everyone thought this Golden Ring would be sold for one billion, a man wearing a black cloak and a silver mask on his face suddenly stood up.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were dry grain: "Two billion!"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence; everyone widened their eyes, looking at that masked man, their eyes full of shock and confusion.

"Two billion! Who is this person? How come I've never heard of him?"

"Could it be someone from a hidden family?"

"A price of two billion, that instantly kills off everyone!"

Ouyang Mei'er was also shocked by this price, but she quickly regained her composure and announced with a smile: "Two billion, congratulations to this gentleman for winning this key to the Ghost Doctor Sect!"

The masked man ignored the gazes of the crowd and walked straight onto the stage, tossed out a bank card, and then took the Golden Ring from Ouyang Mei'er.

The moment his fingers touched the ring, the ring actually emitted a dazzling golden light, as if it were cheering and leaping for joy.

Ye Feng's heart jolted, and a flash of brilliance crossed his eyes.

He whispered to Qi Ruoxue: "Ruoxue, this masked man is not simple."

Qi Ruoxue nodded; this man indeed exuded mystery from head to toe.

Immediately after, Ouyang Mei'er announced the end of the Auction.

Just as she finished announcing the end, that masked man suddenly disappeared from the venue, without a trace!

The entire venue was completely stunned, thinking it was haunted!

However, that bank card truly and concretely proved the person's real existence.

Ye Feng did not care about that much and went to the backstage with Lei Qianqian and Qi Ruoxue to handle the settlement procedures.

Lei Qianqian obtained that piece of Imperial Green Jade, and Ye Feng obtained the Millennium Ginseng.

After the three of them exchanged a few brief pleasantries, they each went their separate ways.

Ye Feng followed Qi Ruoxue to the Renyang Great Pharmacy to pick up some auxiliary medicinal herbs.

Qi Ruoxue looked at Ye Feng, her tone carrying a hint of concern: "Ye Feng, with the Millennium Ginseng, your mother's illness should be no problem now, right!"

Ye Feng nodded, his tone carrying a hint of confidence: "Ruoxue, don't worry, with this Millennium Ginseng, plus my Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, Mother's illness will definitely be completely cured!"

Qi Ruoxue smiled, her tone carrying a hint of relief: "That's good, Ye Feng, your mother will definitely get better."

Ye Feng nodded, his heart filled with anticipation.

He said goodbye to Qi Ruoxue and took a taxi home.

After returning home, Ye Feng couldn't wait to use the Millennium Ginseng in his medicine.

Following the formula in the Xuantian Sacred Scripture, he boiled the ginseng and other medicinal herbs into a bowl of thick medicinal soup.

The fragrance of the medicine permeated the kitchen, carrying a hint of bitterness.

Ye Feng brought the brewed medicine to the bedside of his mother, Shen Yurou, and said softly: "Mom, the medicine is ready, drink it while it's hot."

Shen Yurou leaned against the head of the bed; although her complexion was a bit pale, there was a hint of serenity in her eyes.

She took the medicine bowl, slowly drank the medicine, and then looked up at Ye Feng, her eyes full of maternal love: "Xiaofeng, you've worked hard."

Ye Feng shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of firmness: "Mom, don't say that; as long as I can cure your illness, no matter how hard it is, I am willing."

Shen Yurou gently patted the back of Ye Feng's hand, her tone carrying a hint of emotion: "Xiaofeng, Mom knows you've been working very hard lately, but you must take good care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard."

Ye Feng nodded, his tone firm: "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of myself. Now, please lie down, I am going to start applying the needles for you."

Shen Yurou nodded, leaned against the head of the bed, and slowly closed her eyes.

Ye Feng took out the Silver Needle he carried with him and began to perform the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles for his mother.

His technique was skillful; the moment the Silver Needle entered the flesh, Shen Yurou's breathing became noticeably steadier.

"It really is effective."

Seeing this, Ye Feng felt a sense of relief in his heart and continued to apply the needles.

A few minutes later, Shen Yurou's complexion gradually regained its rosy glow, and her breathing became steady.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Ye Feng crouching beside her, his eyes full of concern.

"Xiaofeng, Mom feels much better."

There was a hint of relief in Shen Yurou's voice.

Ye Feng nodded, his tone carrying a hint of gratification: "Mom, your illness has been completely cured; from now on, you will never have to suffer from the torment of illness again."

A glimmer of tears flashed in Shen Yurou's eyes; she held Ye Feng's hand, her tone full of gratitude: "Xiaofeng, thank you. Mom knows you sacrificed a lot to cure my illness."

Ye Feng smiled, his tone relaxed: "Mom, don't say that. I am your son; this is what I should do."

Shen Yurou nodded, her eyes full of maternal love: "Xiaofeng, you really are Mom's good child!"