Chapter 37

After placing the bet, Ye Fei didn’t waste any more words and directly gave Han Yue an order: "Go, get ten crickets, ten June beetles, ten cicadas, ten dragonflies, and ten yellow jackets."

Han Yue got goosebumps: "What do you want these for?"

Ye Fei frowned slightly: "Just do as I say. Do you still want your grandpa to be fine?"

"Also, after you get them, you must personally stir-fry them into a dish for me. Don’t use chili, but sprinkle some salt."

"Then seal it and put it in the fridge to chill."

He reminded her: "Remember, seal it to keep the aroma in."

"Pervert."

Han Yue almost vomited when she heard this, glaring at Ye Fei fiercely before leaving with the bodyguards to complete the arduous task.

An hour later, Han Yue appeared in front of Ye Fei wearing a mask, holding a large plate of stir-fried yellow jackets and other insects.

Golden and crispy.

Even though they had been chilled, the aroma was still extremely enticing. If it weren’t known that these were insects, one might have been tempted to try a piece.

Han Yue was breathing heavily: "Pervert, you got what you wanted. What are you going to do with it?"

She had vomited three or four times for this plate. If Ye Fei was just playing with her, she would chop him up and stir-fry him.

"Shut up."

Ye Fei signaled Han Yue and the others to be silent, and had the bodyguards guard the surroundings to avoid any noise disturbing him.

Then, he took out two silver needles and smiled: "Old Han, open your mouth."

Is he going to make me eat insects?

Han Nanhua’s scalp tingled as he looked at the plate, but he still obediently opened his mouth wide.

Song Hongyan and Sun Shengshou watched with great interest.

Although they didn’t know what Ye Fei was doing, they believed he wouldn’t let them down.

"Whoosh, whoosh—" As soon as Han Nanhua opened his mouth as wide as possible, Ye Fei inserted two needles into the facial acupoints, keeping his mouth open to the maximum.

Han Yue was shocked: "Bastard, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!"

Ye Fei scolded Han Yue without any courtesy, then poured the stir-fried insects into a transparent jar.

In the next second, he placed the jar over Han Nanhua’s mouth.

Han Yue was about to shout but was silenced by Ye Fei’s glare.

The entire scene was silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Song Hongyan and Sun Shengshou stared intently at Han Nanhua and the glass jar.

Five minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened, making Han Yue’s face turn cold.

She was about to call Ye Fei a liar when she saw Sun Shengshou’s eyes widen: "Something is crawling out."

"What?"

"Something is crawling out of his mouth?"

Song Hongyan and the others’ eyes twitched as they changed their angle to look.

In the next second, they all drew a sharp breath.

A pale, inch-long creature slowly emerged from Han Nanhua’s mouth.

Song Hongyan and the others gasped.

Han Yue turned and vomited.

She couldn’t believe the bizarre and terrifying scene before her.

Ye Fei waved to stop everyone from speaking: "Quiet!"

Han Yue and the others quickly covered their mouths.

The creature moved very slowly, and its size was very small, as if it had just been born.

It lingered at the edge of the mouth, seemingly unwilling to leave the warm environment, but ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation of the stir-fried insects.

Finally, it slipped into the glass jar and started gnawing on the fragrant insects.

Song Hongyan and the others were all chilled to the bone.

A minute later, seeing nothing else come out of the mouth, Ye Fei snapped the lid on the glass jar.

"Heavens, it’s a centipede, it’s a centipede!"

"Old Han’s stomach actually has a centipede?"

"How did it get in there?"

"No wonder he couldn’t drink hot water and could only eat cold food, it was to take care of the centipede’s diet."

The dozen or so people present whispered, staring in disbelief at the creature in the jar.

"Whoosh, whoosh—" Ye Fei removed the two silver needles and had someone bring liquor for Han Nanhua to rinse his mouth.

Han Nanhua rushed to the door and vomited continuously.

When he was supported back by Han Yue, Ye Fei patted the glass jar: "This is the source of the poison."

Han Yue’s face was extremely embarrassed.

Song Hongyan smiled and asked: "Uncle Hua, how do you feel now?"

Ye Fei handed Han Nanhua a cup of warm water.

"Cough, cough!"

Han Nanhua’s eyes twitched as he trembled and took the glass.

Every time he ate something hot before, his stomach would churn and he would be in excruciating pain, so now, holding the cup, the old man felt some instinctive fear.

But he finally gritted his teeth and gulped it down.

A moment later, the cup was empty, and his stomach felt warm, but there was no more of the former pain.

The churning torment had completely disappeared.

He was overjoyed: "It’s gone, it’s really gone, no more pain."

Han Yue and the others could also feel that Han Nanhua’s energy and spirit had improved significantly.

"Brother Ye, what exactly happened?"

Sun Shengshou’s eyes gleamed with excitement: "Why did Old Han have a centipede in his stomach?"

Ye Fei smiled: "If my guess is correct, Old Han likes to eat cold food...” "That’s right, I pursue the original flavor and texture, so I especially like cold food."

Han Nanhua nodded honestly: "Raw vegetables, raw beef, raw fish, raw seafood... I eat them all."

Ye Fei nodded with a smile: "When Old Han ate these things, he accidentally ingested centipede eggs."

"Under normal circumstances, stomach acid would be enough to digest these things, but Old Han often eats raw and cold food, providing a living environment for the centipede eggs."

He pointed to the centipede and explained: "So this centipede eventually hatched and grew by feeding on the raw and cold food Old Han continuously ate."

Sun Shengshou shivered and his eyes lit up: "Centipedes are carnivores and like damp, dark places, so when Old Han ate hot food or hot water, the centipede would stir in his stomach?"

"Also, regardless of size, centipedes detoxify every half month. When the toxins are released, they enter Old Han’s stomach and circulate."

"Because the initial toxins were not much, Old Han didn’t have a significant reaction, but his internal organs slowly deteriorated."

He completely understood the cause of the illness: "And last night, when the toxins accumulated to the human body’s limit, Old Han’s frail body couldn’t handle it and he fell into a coma?"

"Old Sun’s words are completely correct."

Ye Fei nodded: "Last night when I met Old Han, I saw he was poisoned, and I used acupuncture to try to help him detoxify and expel the poison."

"But when I was about to insert the ninth needle, Han Yue interfered, so in the end, I only removed the toxins but didn’t expel the source of the poison from his body."

Han Yue’s face was red with shame: "It was your relative who said you couldn’t practice medicine..." Sun Shengshou curiously asked: "Then why didn’t Brother Ye use the divine needles again today to expel it?"

Ye Fei smiled and explained: "Last night, I already alarmed it. If I used acupuncture again, it would probably be on guard as soon as I started."

"At that time, it might hide or bite, and accidentally harm Old Han."

"So today, I didn’t force it but used food to lure it out."

Ye Fei pointed to the glass jar: "See, it came out on its own?"

Sun Shengshou sighed: "Brother Ye, you are truly a master. Old Sun admires you, admires you."

Han Yue hesitated and asked: "Is my grandpa going to be fine?"

"The poison has been removed, but Mr. Han’s body is severely damaged and needs to take medicine for a month."

Ye Fei smiled at Han Nanhua: "I’ll write a prescription for you. Just follow the instructions to get the medicine and boil it."

Han Nanhua hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Brother Ye. Please let me know if you have any conditions."

Ye Fei patted Han Yue: "Call me master..."