With that, Ying Chen looked at Zhao Yuan expectantly.
He knew Zhao Yuan was a brilliant doctor. While he showed the wound to explain what had happened, he also hoped Zhao Yuan could help treat the injury, which had been festering for five years without healing.
Zhao Yuan understood his intentions.
Saving lives and healing the sick was a doctor's duty. Besides, Ying Chen was a member of the Ying Family. With that connection, he certainly couldn't stand by and do nothing.
So, he activated his Qi Observation Technique and glanced at the wound.
A dense cloud of Ghost Qi shrouded the wound on Ying Chen's abdomen. It was precisely this Ghost Qi that kept the wound festering and prevented it from healing.
But Zhao Yuan was certain the Ying Family could also see this problem. After all, they were a Witchcraft and Divination Family, and dealing with Ghosts was their specialty. 'So why hasn't this Ghost Qi been dispelled after five years?'
Zhao Yuan frowned, lost in thought.
