The number was twelve!
There were only twelve physicians in total, meaning Ye Feng was the last one to examine Xiao Feifei's grandfather.
"No way! Such bad luck?" Ye Feng was speechless.
But he quickly dismissed the thought and glanced at his second uncle, Xiao Qingshan, who wore a cold smirk.
If Xiao Qingshan giving Ye Feng the last draw slip earlier couldn't be considered deliberate targeting, then this number twelve absolutely confirmed it.
After all, giving the last slip to Ye Feng was one thing, but for that slip to be the last number as well? How could it be such a coincidence?
Even a fool would understand what was happening; this was blatant targeting.
"Ye Feng, what's wrong?" Xiao Feifei frowned, seeing Ye Feng's displeased expression.
Ye Feng reluctantly handed the slip to Xiao Feifei.
Xiao Feifei took it, and her father, Xiao Qinghai, leaned in to take a look.
Upon seeing the number on the slip, both of them were enraged and about to curse.
Seeing this, Ye Feng reached out and stopped them, shaking his head and saying, "It's fine, it's nothing!"
"How can it be fine?" Xiao Feifei retorted softly, "This is too much, it's clearly targeting us!"
Since Ye Feng was unaware of the internal conflicts within Xiao Feifei's family, he didn't understand why his second uncle would target him like this.
However, Ye Feng took a careful look at the Xiao family patriarch and had a general understanding of the situation. He didn't want this to cause a rift between Xiao Feifei and her family.
Therefore, he said to Xiao Feifei and Xiao Qinghai with a confident tone, "Feifei, Uncle Xiao, it's alright. Even if they go first, it won't matter. Trust me!"
Hearing this, both of them looked puzzled, but seeing Ye Feng's confident demeanor, they chose to believe him and remained silent.
Xiao Qingshan, the second uncle, was somewhat surprised that Ye Feng didn't raise any objections after getting his slip, but he didn't say much.
Meanwhile, Tang Zhiyang had been watching Ye Feng and the others.
When he saw Ye Feng's displeased expression, he immediately stepped forward and glanced at the slip in Ye Feng's hand.
The next second, Tang Zhiyang couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha, Ye Feng, you have such great luck to draw the last number!"
Ye Feng was about to retort with "What's it to you?"
But before he could speak, he saw Master Gongsun beside him looking extremely angry and gloomy, as if he could drip water.
Seeing this, Ye Feng seemed to guess something and said, "What are you laughing at! You're not much better off!"
"How is that possible? Master Gongsun's luck can't be that bad!" Tang Zhiyang laughed.
As he spoke, he looked at the slip in Master Gongsun's hand and his expression turned extremely unpleasant.
Because Master Gongsun had drawn number eleven, only slightly better than Ye Feng.
"This, what's going on?" Tang Zhiyang was somewhat speechless.
Master Gongsun took a deep breath and said sternly, "What a waste of time!"
"Master Gongsun, Master Gongsun, please calm down and wait a moment!" the Tang family head hurriedly said.
Master Gongsun reluctantly walked to the side and sat down, closing his eyes to rest.
Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately guessed something. Not only him, but Master Gongsun had also been manipulated.
However, he didn't say anything and continued to observe the condition of the Xiao family patriarch.
At this moment, Ye Feng continued to observe the Xiao family patriarch's condition. Although separated by two to three meters, he still noticed many details.
The old man's complexion was somewhat pale, his lips were slightly purplish, and there were a few grayish-black lines at the base of his ears...
Seeing these symptoms, Ye Feng immediately began to search diligently in the "Medicine Immortal" book in his mind.
"Alright! The draw is complete. The physician who drew number one, please come forward and examine the situation!" Second Uncle Xiao Qingshan announced.
As soon as Xiao Qinghai finished speaking, a relatively young physician stepped forward to examine the patient.
This person was not invited by the Xiao family but was brought in from outside. His reputation was unknown.
Seeing this, everyone showed disdain.
After all, what skill could an unknown young physician possess?
As expected, after the physician took a look, he immediately shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, my skills are not yet proficient, and I couldn't determine the illness."
After speaking, the person immediately turned and left, as if afraid of losing face.
"Alright! Please invite the physician who drew number two to come forward and treat!"
As the voice fell, another person stepped forward and began to examine the patient.
At this time, no one noticed Xiao Qingshan, Xiao Feifei's second uncle, walk to the side and speak to one of the physicians, "How is it? With so many physicians, will it be discovered?"
The physician replied with a light laugh, "Don't worry! They won't be able to figure it out. Oh, wait, that Master Gongsun, the 'Miraculous Hand,' might be able to."
Hearing this, Second Uncle Xiao Qingshan immediately panicked, "Then, then what should we do?"
However, the physician remained calm and said, "Even if he figures it out, so what? He's after me, he won't have a chance to act!"
Upon hearing this, Second Uncle nodded, "Oh, right, right, right! I almost forgot about that!"
Meanwhile, Fourth Uncle was also whispering to another physician, "What's going on? Why hasn't the illness progressed according to our planned timeline?"
The physician beside him also looked puzzled and said, "I'm not sure either. Perhaps the dosage was too much, and the date naturally advanced!"
"Alright! By the way, what number did you draw?" Fourth Uncle Xiao Qingtian asked.
The physician heard the question and replied, "Don't worry, it's number three! I'm next!"
At this moment, the second physician who had examined the patient returned, shaking his head, and said, "Everyone, this illness is extremely strange, and I am powerless."
After speaking, the person walked to the side without leaving, watching from there.
Seeing this, both Second Uncle Xiao Qingshan and Fourth Uncle Xiao Qing Tian showed triumphant expressions.
Their thoughts were the same at this moment: it would be strange if these people could figure it out.
"Alright, please invite Physician Song Hui, who drew number three!" Xiao Qingshan shouted loudly as he saw the person step down.
Upon hearing the name Song Hui, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.
Because everyone had heard of Song Hui. He was not old, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old.
But he was quite famous in the provincial capital, holding honorary positions as a special invited doctor in major hospitals.
Therefore, when they heard of his appearance, everyone couldn't help but look at him.
Song Hui also walked forward with his chest puffed out and swagger.
He pretended to examine the Xiao family patriarch, taking his pulse, pressing his abdomen, and looking at his tongue.
After a while, he said, "Everyone, I have diagnosed the old man's condition. I only need to prescribe two doses of medicine, and the old man will wake up immediately..."