"Ms. Xia, you're sick!"
Jiang Feng's words were shocking, to say the least.
What? Is Jiang Feng really crazy? He had already angered Xia Qinghe earlier, and now he was saying she was sick. This was too much.
"Jiang Feng, if you dare speak nonsense again, I'll report you to the Political Education Department right now!" Xia Qinghe was furious, wishing she could slap Jiang Feng again.
Jiang Feng smiled bitterly. He knew his words were abrupt, and Xia Qinghe wouldn't believe him.
He continued, "Do you often feel short of breath, chest tightness, palpitations, frequent nighttime bathroom visits, and sometimes dizziness?"
Xia Qinghe was stunned. How did he know about these minor ailments of hers?
Jiang Feng's description was spot on.
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Indeed, she often suddenly felt short of breath, her chest tight, accompanied by brief dizziness.
These symptoms had been there for a long time, and she couldn't remember when they started.
Moreover, she was troubled by the frequent nighttime bathroom visits, despite drinking plenty of water during the day. It disrupted her sleep routine severely.
"Come with me," Xia Qinghe said.
She didn't want to admit in front of the whole class that Jiang Feng was right.
Jiang Feng smiled slightly, understanding her little thoughts. Women needed to maintain their dignity.
Besides, Jiang Feng had lived for hundreds of years and could see through people as if they were transparent.
He followed Xia Qinghe, inhaling her fragrance, thinking to himself, "Five hundred years, and the women on Earth are still the best. Those women in the Immortal Realm are bland and tasteless."
As their figures disappeared from the classroom, the students became restless.
"Hahaha, Jiang Feng is really asking for it. Looks like the class teacher is going to punish him," Zhu Bajie laughed.
Zhu Bajie was from the Zhu family, a well-known family in Meilong City with numerous businesses, including the Haotian Group, a major enterprise in the city.
Zhu Bajie had always been at odds with Jiang Feng, constantly making things difficult for him, all because of Jiang Feng's girlfriend, Xiao Wanjun.
Zhu Bajie coveted Xiao Wanjun's beauty but failed to win her over. For some reason, Xiao Wanjun agreed to be with Jiang Feng, which made Zhu Bajie feel humiliated and eager to crush Jiang Feng and win back Xiao Wanjun.
Jiang Yang, Zhu Bajie's lackey, was always by his side, doing despicable things together.
"Yeah, it would be best if he gets a major demerit and can't take the college entrance exam. Then he won't have the qualifications to compete with you, Brother Jie," Jiang Yang fawned.
"Pfft, does he even have the qualifications now?" Zhu Bajie slapped Jiang Yang on the head.
"My bad, Brother Jie. You're right, he doesn't even come close to you. He's just trash, an idiot," Jiang Yang said, slapping himself lightly and bowing.
Zhu Bajie felt smug and looked at Xiao Wanjun in the front row, a wicked smile on his lips.
"Little girl, you'll end up in my arms," Zhu Bajie thought. "Then I'll show you what real torment is."
Xiao Wanjun, however, was sitting with her head down, looking very downcast.
Her heart was conflicted, torn between love and reality.
She realized Jiang Feng couldn't bring her anything.
Jiang Feng's grades were poor, and now he was acting like this. It would be hard for him to get into college, and even if he did, it would be a mediocre one, leading nowhere.
She didn't want this outcome. She wanted to get into a prestigious university, find a high-paying job, and live a high-quality life.
So, she hesitated and regretted...
"Wanjun, what's wrong?" Tong Lele, Xiao Wanjun's deskmate, asked softly.
She knew about Xiao Wanjun's relationship with Jiang Feng and thought she might be upset because Jiang Feng was about to be punished.
Or maybe she was angry at Jiang Feng's impulsive behavior.
"I'm fine, Lele," Xiao Wanjun shook her head, not wanting to say more.
Tong Lele could only pat her back comfortingly, not knowing what to say.
***
Jiang Feng followed Xia Qinghe to the office. It was empty, and Xia Qinghe closed the door, acting all secretive, like a spy looking for classified documents.
"How do you know about my symptoms? Did you spy on my privacy?" Xia Qinghe turned and asked coldly.
"How would I dare spy on you, Ms. Xia? To be honest, I know some Traditional Chinese Medicine, so I could tell your condition," Jiang Feng quickly explained.
"You know Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Xia Qinghe was skeptical. She had never heard of Jiang Feng knowing any medical skills.
"Yes, a bit," Jiang Feng said modestly.
He wasn't lying. He knew something far more miraculous than Traditional Chinese Medicine—alchemy.
In the Immortal Realm, he had spent five hundred years mastering alchemy, artifact refining, formation, and other skills.
After reaching the pinnacle of alchemy, he had the chance to learn Immortal Physician skills. Such people were rare and highly esteemed in the Immortal Realm.
Coincidentally, Jiang Feng was an alchemist, and in the Immortal Realm, he was just one step away from mastering Immortal Physician skills and becoming a Medical Immortal.
Unfortunately, he didn't succeed.
But Jiang Feng's medical skills were top-notch, unmatched on Earth.
Western medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine, all were inferior. One of his pills could cure any illness.
However, Jiang Feng couldn't make any pills now because he was just an ordinary mortal, probably unable to even defeat a strong man.
She didn't want to admit in front of the whole class that Jiang Feng was right.
"Do you know what my illness is?" Xia Qinghe couldn't help but ask.
"From what I can tell, it's a heart disease," Jiang Feng said. "And it's been there for at least three years."
"Heart disease!" Xia Qinghe was shocked. How could she have such a disease? It was a globally difficult-to-treat condition.
She couldn't accept it, sitting down in a daze.
"Are you sure?" Xia Qinghe asked.
"One hundred percent sure. You can go to the hospital for a check-up if you don't believe me," Jiang Feng said confidently.
Xia Qinghe fell silent. She didn't dare go. If it was true, how would she live? She was still young, with a lot of youth to enjoy.
Seeing Xia Qinghe so downcast, Jiang Feng felt a bit sorry for her. He had an idea and said, "Ms. Xia, let's make a deal. If you don't hold me accountable for today, I'll cure your illness. How about that?"
"You can cure my illness?" Xia Qinghe was overjoyed and excited.
"Yes, as long as you agree to my condition," Jiang Feng said.