Chapter 409 (2/2)

”Where is this place? What about everything on the East Island?” Shen Feng asked lengfei quickly.

”I knew I was on a mission and didn't even care about my own life or death. Do you know that I almost couldn't see you?” Lengfei jiaochen tunnel.

But then lengfei told him what happened later, so that he could settle down.

After listening to Leng Fei's explanation, Shen Feng frowned and said, ”do you know who the mysterious man who went to the East Island shrine is?”

Lengfei shook her head. Dai Mei frowned and said, ”it should be some hidden experts in China.”

Shen Feng didn't ask any questions. The hermit master always has a sense of mystery.

”Lie down well. I'll tell Xue Qing. She must be worried.” Lengfei said, got up and left the room.

After a while, Shen Feng regained some strength and struggled to sit up.

Just as he sat up, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Xue Qing trotted in from the outside. When she saw it, she rushed up and hugged Shen Feng.

”It scared me to death. I thought I'd never see you again.” Xue Qing youyou tunnel.

”Cough...” Shen Feng coughed violently. He could sit up to the maximum. Being held by Xue Qing, he immediately felt out of breath.

Xue Qing quickly loosened her hand and asked with a red face, ”I'm sorry, are you okay?”

”Nothing happened. You almost strangled me just now.” Shen Feng smiled, stared at Wei an in front of her and said, ”fortunately, the air cushion is soft enough, otherwise I really have to report to the Lord of hell.”

Xue Qing hurriedly said, ”bah, bah, the Lord of Hell won't accept you.”

”Ha ha.” Shen Feng laughed.

”Do they all know about it?” Shen Feng asked Xue Qing.

”I don't know yet. Lengfei only told myself that I came here on a business trip without telling them.” Xue Qing replied.

”Anyway, I'm fine. Don't tell them about it.” Shen Feng said in a deep voice.

”It's not impossible, but you must promise me that you must ensure your safety in the future.” Xue Qing said.

”OK, I promise you.”

Just as they were talking, Jiahe Qingzi and lengfei came in with a hale and hearty old man with gray hair and gray coat.

The old man, Zhang Wenfan, is the owner of Zhang's family and Zhang Yong's grandfather.

Zhang Wenfan was followed by a young man with gold wire glasses and a white coat. The young man was Zhang Yong.

”This is my grandfather, known as Sai bianque. He is also one of the best people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China.” Zhang Yong introduced to Shen Feng.

When Zhang Yonggang finished, Zhang Wenfan stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of his head: ”smelly boy, you love to brag here. There are many great Chinese talents. You have only seen a few.”

”It was old Zhang. I'm inconvenient and impolite now.” Shen Feng apologized.

”It doesn't matter.” Zhang Wenfan showed a kind smile on his face. Then he sat by the bed and felt Shen Feng's pulse.

”My little brother is really strange. I've never seen such a rapid recovery in my medical life. Even if there are good herbs, I can't do it.” Zhang Wenfan sighed.