"Fuck, who the hell did you just call a dying man?" The elder's face turned extremely ugly when Ding Fan called him a dying man.
"How dare you speak to my beloved elder that way? Do you know who he is? Are you tired of living?" The enchanting woman by his side also became fiercely aggressive.
Being dependent on the elder for her livelihood, the enchanting woman naturally got furious when Ding Fan called him a dying man.
Ding Fan glanced at the elder. "Do you feel weak and often sweat coldly when you sleep at night, and every day your hands and feet are cold? Besides that, do you feel dizzy and clouded at noon the next day?"
The elder was taken aback; he had not expected Ding Fan to detail his condition so thoroughly.
"So what if that's true? I've seen doctors, and they said there's nothing wrong with me!" Although the elder felt somewhat uneasy inside, he still puffed out his chest and said to Ding Fan.
At this point, Ding Fan no longer spoke to the elder and turned away.