Just thinking about Ye Chenfeng's medication being fire had thoroughly sparked everyone's curiosity. Everyone was eager to know what exactly Ye Chenfeng's so-called "fire" medicine was.
Amidst everyone's anticipation, Ye Chenfeng slowly approached the patient, who, by now, was shivering slightly. Already devastated by his terminal illness, he was nearly breaking down mentally in front of so many people.
"Don't be afraid. Unless I'm mistaken, you should be an expert engaged in researching rare metals in South Africa." Ye Chenfeng's words struck the patient like a bolt from the blue.
The patient, dragging his festering, oozing body, couldn't help but tremble.
The only undamaged organ on his face, "his eyes," shone with an unbelievable light: "How did you know that?"