"Mm, mm …"

The young woman's voice became more and more painful as her entire face paled. At this moment, even the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

Lin Feng's thoughts were interrupted by the unceasing soft moans. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the young beauty sitting next to him curling up on her chair with a pale expression on her face, as she pressed down on her right ribs with both her hands, causing her forehead to be drenched in sweat.

The young beauty glanced at Lin Feng in surprise and nodded with difficulty.

She hadn't expected that the young man sitting next to her would be able to see through her problem with a single glance. Moreover, he had even accurately determined the location of the pain.

"Are you a doctor?"

Lin Feng could not hold back his laughter. When he was still alive, he was the strongest Medical Saint in the Ninth Heaven. It was barely worth it.

"If you don't mind, let me help you take a look. There's no problem in alleviating the pain."

"Sorry for the trouble." The young beauty was silent for a moment before she finally nodded.

She was well aware of her old ailment. She had to take medicine to relieve the pain, and there was no other way.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, that kind of clean and light confidence, had unconsciously infected her. Yiteng Youmei definitely did not believe that a person with such a clean eyes, could be a s.l.u.t. Furthermore, she did not have any better methods at the moment, so she could only treat it as if it was a battle to the death.

As Lin Feng said this, his hand was about to rest on the young beauty's ribs. Right at this moment, a cold rebuke interrupted his movements:

"What are you doing? Taking advantage of this beauty? How shameless! "

Following the direction of the sound, a thirty year old middle-aged man was seen slowly walking over.

"Although I don't know how you found out that this young lady suffered from intercostal neuralgia, but looking at you like this … Can you really help the young lady relieve the pain? "

As the middle-aged man walked over, he aggressively continued.

When she spoke, her gaze was fixated on Lin Feng's palm, sweeping her gaze back and forth between where the young beauty's palm was in pain.

"You're right. With just one hand, you're threatening to relieve the pain of this young lady? "How is this possible!?"

"He must be trying to take advantage of something. This kid must be trying to take advantage of me."

Inside the plane, the other pa.s.sengers were all focused on the battle.

"Could he be... You really want to take advantage of this, right? "

Facing the voices of the crowd, the absolute confidence in Yiteng Youmei's heart that she initially had began to waver. At this moment, even she herself found it strange.

"But clearly … The kind of cleanliness in your eyes would not deceive others. " Yiteng Youmei muttered to herself, and shook her head.

She could see the cleanliness in Lin Feng's eyes very clearly. This cleanliness was definitely not something that could be faked. The most important thing was the self-confidence in her eyes, which gave her the illusion that it was possible to do so as long as it was what Lin Feng had said.

"Taking advantage?" Lin Feng could not help but laugh.

"Of course." The middle-aged man answered back, "Do you dare to say that you are not?"

"Being able to learn some Chinese medicine's ma.s.sage techniques can actually relieve this young miss's headache." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more words with this middle-aged man, so he spoke straightforwardly.

"A technique used in traditional Chinese medicine? Mitigating intercostal neuralgia? "

The middle-aged man became increasingly disdainful as he taunted:

"What a joke, what nonsense!"

"Of course, I, Zhang Tianze, graduated from Stanford University's medical academy and have been studying cardiothoracic surgery. I have published many important academic articles in international journals, and before I returned to my country, I partic.i.p.ated in the biggest research project in Stanford University's medical academy. I am currently the director of cardiothoracic surgery at the Concorde Hospital, and I am also in charge of the highest quality medical project in the country …"

Zhang Ze Tian continued to narrate his origins, as he spoke, he looked down at Lin Feng with a face full of contempt:

"I'm heading to the island to partic.i.p.ate in an academic exchange organized by the island's three great medical societies. I'm the only one invited to attend this event."

"To be able to be the only person invited in the country, this is the true young talent."

"Young and promising!"

Inside the cabin, everyone's attention was attracted by Zhang Ze Tian. They all couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

To be able to achieve such an achievement at such an age was truly a rare talent.

"Is there any use in talking so much? Can you cure this lady's intercostal neuralgia? " Lin Feng scoffed.

Ga!

Originally, he thought that after he recounted a series of names, he would definitely scare Lin Feng silly. Who would have thought that the other side would suddenly say such a thing?

"As I said before, intercostal neuralgia must be controlled by drugs. There is no other way to relieve it." Recovering from his shock, Zhang Ze Tian said with an ugly expression.

"Then it can't be cured?"

Lin Feng said, and then changed the topic.

"What about Stanford University School of Medicine's top students, its heavyweight academic articles in international journals, and its major medical projects? "In the end, not even a single intercostal neuralgia could be relieved."

"What 'me'? If you have the ability, then treat this lady. If you don't, then shut your mouth." Lin Feng said impatiently.

Zhang Ze Tian forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"However... Although I have no way of alleviating it, I would not be like some prodigal sons who would take advantage of an opportunity to take advantage of others. "