Chapter 1268 Strange Disease

“Feili!”

After Alice parked the car and got out, she gave Feili a big hug. The two intimately pressed their cheeks together, showing they had an extremely close relationship.

“Feili, let me introduce you. This is my teacher, Dr. Ye Bufan. He comes from China and is a miraculous Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner. There’s no illness my teacher can’t cure.”

Alice looked at Ye Bufan with adoration, introducing the two.

“Respected Dr. Ye, hello!”

Feili greeted Ye Bufan politely, appearing graceful yet composed.

It was clear that she had received an excellent education, having been born into a prominent Family like the Lawrence Family.

“Hello.”

Ye Bufan lightly shook her hand and greeted her.

Feili was slightly surprised. She was very confident in her beauty; usually, any man who saw her would be momentarily dazed or infatuated.

But this man’s gaze was clear, as if he hadn’t even noticed her.

Her moment of distraction was fleeting, and she quickly regained her usual dignified composure.

“Dr. Ye, thank you for your trouble. As long as you can cure my father’s illness, our Lawrence Family can accept any of your conditions.”

Ye Bufan nodded: “You are Alice’s friend, so there’s no need to be so formal. I’ll examine the patient first.”

“Thank you for your trouble!”

Feili smiled politely, then turned and led the two towards the ancient castle.

Upon entering the ancient castle, the feeling was completely opposite to the outside. From the outside, it looked ancient and grand, but inside, it was incredibly luxurious.

Soon, they arrived at a room. Feili first knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in.

The room was very spacious, almost 200 square meters. It was very quiet inside, and a fragrant aroma wafted in upon entering.

Ye Bufan paused slightly after entering, not because of anything else, but because there were simply too many statues of gods in this room, which was almost like an ancestral hall.

Moreover, these statues were incredibly diverse. In the very center, Jesus was enshrined, with various large and small statues of gods beside him. What surprised him most was that there were even China’s Three Pure Ones and the Jade Emperor.

There were also some inexplicable statues remaining, some looking fierce and clawed, others with malevolent expressions. In any case, he didn't recognize them and didn't know which deity from which sect they belonged to.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties stood in the center of the room, dressed in comfortable loungewear. He looked devout,

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and was continuously offering incense to the deities.

This left Ye Bufan a bit bewildered. Firstly, he couldn't understand what this person truly believed in, and secondly, he didn't know if Western deities like Jesus also required incense offerings.

“Dr. Ye, please wait a moment. My father is very devout, and it’s unfortunate you came at his time for offering incense.”

Feili looked apologetic, then had the two sit on a nearby sofa.

Ye Bufan was also speechless. Was this devotion? Which Buddha was he devoutly believing in?

Moreover, in China, incense is usually offered in the early morning. The sun had already set; what kind of incense was he burning?

However, this had nothing to do with him, so out of politeness, he sat down nearby.

The middle-aged man spent a full 20 minutes offering incense and kowtowing to every single statue, finally finishing his worship of all the gods and Buddhas.

When he stood up and turned around, Ye Bufan was slightly surprised again.

This man was tall, about 1.85 meters, with a high nose bridge, golden hair, and blue eyes. Coupled with his inherent gentlemanly demeanor, he looked very charming.

Although he was a bit older, he was still attractive enough to captivate thousands of young women if he walked down the street.

Of course, Ye Bufan was not surprised by his handsome appearance, but by a red glow between the man’s eyebrows.

This red glow was not a sign of impending disaster; it looked more like a magical technique placed upon him.

“Dr. Ye, thank you for waiting.”

The man smiled at Ye Bufan in a very gentlemanly way. He was George, the head of the Lawrence Family.

As Alice had said, as the head of a multi-billion dollar Family, he showed no arrogance or haughtiness. On the contrary, his demeanor was calm and quite gentlemanly.

“It’s alright.” Ye Bufan couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Mr. George, I’d like to ask what your true faith is? Why do you also have our Chinese Three Pure Ones and the Jade Emperor?”

Although the question was somewhat abrupt, George showed no sign of displeasure.

“Mr. Ye, to be honest with you, my health is not good, so I believe in everything. If any deity can make me well, it would not have been in vain for me to worship them.”

George looked somewhat weak. After saying these words, he sat down nearby, very tired, and coughed for a while.

Ye Bufan thought to himself, ‘A drowning man will clutch at a straw’ probably describes George’s situation. It seems he has indeed been tormented by his illness to a terrible state.

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“Father, Dr. Ye is known as the Medical Immortal; he can even cure cancer. I believe he can definitely cure your illness as well.”

Feili offered a comforting remark, then looked at Ye Bufan, “Dr. Ye, please trouble you to diagnose my father.”

While speaking, Ye Bufan had already used his Divine Sense to examine George’s body. At this moment, his brows were deeply furrowed.

Since acquiring his Legacy, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation; it was truly unprecedented.

To make an accurate diagnosis, he stepped forward, placed his hand on George’s pulse, and began to concentrate fully on taking his pulse.

Feili watched silently from the side, but a glimmer flashed in her eyes, clearly very curious about this method of diagnosing illness by touching the wrist.

After a full two or three minutes, he withdrew his right hand.

“Mr. Ye, how is my father’s illness?”

Feili asked anxiously.

Ye Bufan did not answer her question but looked at George and said, “Take off your shirt and let me see.”

Then he looked at Alice beside him: “The situation is a bit bad. If you’re afraid, you don’t have to look.”

“Dear teacher, I am also a doctor. How could I be afraid of a patient’s illness?”

Alice said this, but she was somewhat curious. She had previously performed related examinations on George, and the results showed that his physiological functions were very poor and continuously declining, yet no cause could be found.

However, she had used advanced scientific instruments and had not directly seen his body.

And after hearing Ye Bufan’s words, a glimmer flashed in George’s eyes. After a slight hesitation, he slowly took off his shirt.

“Ah!”

When Alice saw George’s chest, she immediately gasped in fright.

Generally speaking, as a doctor, one would not be scared by a patient’s condition, but George’s situation was simply too unusual; calling it horrifying would not be an exaggeration.

A bowl-sized hole was visible on his chest, with very disgusting rotten flesh at the edges, seemingly caused by decay, and even a foul odor emanated from it.

The hole was so large that the internal organs inside were clearly visible, and one could even see the heart beating.

Generally speaking, if a patient had such a severe condition, they should be bedridden or have little time left, but George, despite appearing weak, seemed largely unaffected, which was truly bizarre.