"So amazing!"
"Indeed!"
Even though Han Yueyue and the others knew for a long time how formidable Hu Xiaobei was, seeing the flame maintain its stability for so long still left them in awed murmurs...
In their eyes, this was no longer just a flame but an art—an art that was pleasing to behold...
...
"What a show-off!"
Not far away, Jun Feng heard their exclamations and growled in jealousy!
He was about to explode, really about to explode...
At this moment, his hatred for Hu Xiaobei had reached a terrifying peak!
Upon hearing Jun Feng’s frenzied sneer, Su Ao squinted his eyes, speaking seriously, "Although Hu Xiaobei indeed is putting on a show, his control over the flame is quite commendable. It seems he indeed has some skills. We might have underestimated him earlier!"
Amateurs watch the show, but experts see the technique!
Su Ao was definitely an expert, so he understood the difficulty of such stable flame control, and knowing this, he had significantly changed his opinion of Hu Xiaobei...
Realizing that Su Ao had started to praise Hu Xiaobei, Jun Feng was completely annoyed.
"Divine Doctor Su, you shouldn’t boost others’ morale at your own expense! Your skills far exceed his!"
Glancing at the exasperated Jun Feng, Su Ao frowned, "I was just stating the truth! Also, even if his flame control is good, it doesn’t change the fact that he can’t cure her, because her condition is really a deadlock that he can’t resolve."
"That’s good! That’s good!"
Responding in this manner, Jun Feng started laughing wildly again.
Jun Feng didn’t care about anything else, as long as Hu Xiaobei could be embarrassed, that was enough for him!
...
"Done!"
Half an hour later, Hu Xiaobei stopped the flame...
At that moment, everyone knew that Hu Xiaobei had finished brewing the medicine...
The closest to Hu Xiaobei, Qu Linger, was extremely tense as everyone murmured to themselves.
Because she knew this pot of medicine could decide her mother’s fate.
If it worked, everything would be fine.
But if it didn’t, things would be really troublesome.
"Daughter, don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, or I’ll be nervous too!"
Sensing Qu Linger’s tension, her mother gently squeezed her hand.
...
Life and death are a matter of fate, wealth and prestige depend on heaven.
She had gone through so much before that she had gradually come to terms with it.
So, she could accept any outcome, hoping her daughter could do the same.
"Yes, Mom, I’m not nervous, and you shouldn’t be nervous either!"
Qu Linger looked at her, quickly assuring her.
At that moment, although Qu Linger was still very nervous inside, she didn’t show it anymore.
...
"Auntie, this is the medicine I brewed. Drink it; it will condition your body and benefit your recovery."
Under everyone’s gaze, Hu Xiaobei brought the medicine and spoke softly to Qu Linger’s mother.
"Okay!"
After decisively agreeing, she quickly reached out to take it.
However, just as she reached out, a chilling voice was heard.
"Hold on!"
Upon hearing such a cold interruption, she looked in surprise at the speaker, finding it to be none other than Su Ao, who wore a gloomy expression.


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