"Hello, Mr. Liu."
As soon as Chen Fei walked through the door, he noticed the exposed skin on the other man's arm. It looked like red-hot tree bark. The entire arm, extending up to the shoulder, was covered with a layer of something like fish scales. It was a terrifying sight. A patch of dark red covered the area, making him involuntarily furrow his brow.
He clearly recognized the disease. In his memory, it was extremely rare. Even he had only encountered it within the inherited memories of a master from the Cultivation World. He never expected to see a real case.
Just then, Dr. Xu Zhenxing, who was standing to the side, made a solemn introduction. "Old Liu, Little Cheng, let me introduce you. This is Doctor Chen Fei from my clinic. Don't be fooled by his age; his medical skills are extraordinary and far surpass my own." He then shot a stern glance at Liu Cheng, the middle-aged man with the gold-rimmed glasses.
