The Unknown God of War

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"I'll be at your beck and call if you can save Tang Weiguo's life. I promise to do whatever you want if it's within my powers. No questions asked," Tang Feng promised.

Everyone looked on with great shock and envy. As the head of the Tang family, Tang Feng's words of promise were immensely valuable. Many yearned to have the support of the Tangs, who were one of the most powerful families in Jiangling.

"It's all right." Chu Feng nodded his head calmly and casually walked into Tang Weigu's room.

Tang Feng was even more impressed by the man. He is able to remain unmoved and clear-headed in face of power and riches. Few men can display such strong self-control. His willpower may even be stronger than mine. Only men like Tang Weiguo, who have braved through countless challenges and wield immense power for prolonged periods, can have such aptitude. Chu Feng is definitely not a simple man!

Chu Feng walked into Tang Weiguo's room under the gaze of everyone present. The elderly man was on the brink of death. He barely managed to sit up under the support of a few Tangs. Tang Weiguo mustered a smile and said weakly, "I'm thankful to know that you are willing to treat me even under all this pressure, young lad. I know that I don't have much time left. Just try your best and do whatever you need to. I promise that the Tang family will not hold you accountable regardless of the results."

Even at his last breath, Tang Weiguo could still maintain his optimism. Moreover, he had not forgotten to ensure Chu Feng's safety. All the Tang family members' eyes reddened and tears silently rolled down their cheeks.

Chu Feng smiled gently and started to disinfect the silver needle. He reassured, "Don't worry Mr. Tang. I'm here to help you! You will not be visiting the underworld today. However, I will need your full cooperation for this treatment."

The elderly man gave a boisterous laugh as Chu Feng's mannerism reminded him of his younger days. "That's right. It's too early for me to be in the underworld. Do whatever you need today. You have my full cooperation!"

Without wasting any time, Chu Feng ordered the Tangs to lift Tang Weiguo to a chair. Next, he brought over a rope and tied the elderly man securely to the chair. Tang Weiguo was now immobile and stuck to the chair.

"What… what is he doing?" Professor Yang asked, his eyes widening in shock. "This is such an unorthodox method of treatment. How's Mr. Tang going to endure all this discomfort?"

Fu Nanhua furrowed his brows and said tersely, "Why don't you treat him instead?" Professor Yang kept silent as he knew he was incapable of treating the man. Fu Nanhua continued, "Keep quiet if you are out of ideas. Watch and learn!"

When everyone in the room was still commenting about his peculiar decision to tie Tang Weiguo to a chair, Chu Feng started taking off Tang Weiguo's clothes. It was autumn and the weather was chilly. Next, he ordered the Tang family to fetch a bucket of ice water.

Someone asked quizzically, "What the hell is he doing? Is he giving Mr. Tang a bath?"