"Chief, drive this foreigner out of our tribe! Foreigners are all liars!"

At that moment, stirred by Bag, a group of black people was fervently excited. As members who had grown up in the tribe generation after generation, they wouldn't allow a foreigner to question their witch doctor!

The scene before them made Mu Ya look extremely uneasy, and just as she was about to say something, the chief spoke.

"Enough!"

Not only was the chief the oldest, but his authority within the tribe was also supreme. At that moment, his murky gaze shifted, and all the black people closed their mouths:

"Ye is a benefactor of our tribe. Is this how you treat our benefactor? Furthermore, I have warned you before! The witch doctor is not omnipotent. In the outside world, there are many powerful things, and we must be humble and learn from them! Only by doing so can our tribe become strong, and can we avoid oppression."

Hearing the chief speak, many black people, although reluctant, could only relent. Yet, the strong black youth was still visibly angry:

"Chief, he is a foreigner, and there are no good people among foreigners. They only deceive us!"

The chief waved to silence the young man, then he stood up and looked attentively at Ye Feng, nodding to him:

"Ye, since you know what sickness she has, do you know how to cure her?"

Hearing the chief consult a foreigner, all the black people's faces turned visibly ugly, except Mu Ya, whose eyes, like black pearls, were full of hope as she gazed at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't speak immediately; instead, he thoroughly examined the old lady's condition, then he nodded:

"I have a way to cure her!"

Hearing that Ye Feng could heal the old lady brought a trace of joy to the faces of the chief and Mu Ya.

Although they couldn't be certain of the truthfulness of Ye Feng's words, at least they now had hope—after all, the old lady had been bedridden for years, her condition worsening day by day, and it seemed she might die in pain at any time!

"Ye, whether you can cure her or not, I will thank you on behalf of the tribe members! Do you need any herbs? Our tribe still has many herbs!" the chief asked Ye Feng immediately.

Ye Feng gave it some thought, then replied:

"I need a bowl of Sheep Blood, three Purple Bamboo Flowers, and five Banana Grass roots!"

The chief initially didn't mind, but upon hearing 'Banana Grass,' he was taken aback, his eyebrows knitting together tightly:

"Ye, Banana Grass is a poison, and one root alone could kill a cheetah! You..."

Though the chief didn't spell it out, the worry in his voice was evident.

It wasn't just him; the rest of the black people, upon hearing that Ye Feng planned to use Banana Grass, burst into an uproar—considering it was a lethal poison typically used against wild animals, how could it possibly be used for healing!

And the black youth jumped straight out:

"Liar! This foreigner is a liar! Chief, he wants to kill grandma, we absolutely can't let him treat her!"

Other tribe members also started to speak to the chief:

"Chief, Bag is right, Banana Grass is poison, how could it possibly be used for healing! This person is definitely a scammer!"

"Drive him out, our tribe can't harbor a scammer!"

"Yes! This person even wants to harm grandma, he should be severely beaten and driven out! Damn foreign swindler!"

...

Inside the room, the noise was overwhelming, almost all the black people were filled with hostility towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng quietly watched the scene before him, his expression extremely neutral. He had already offered his method; it was up to these people to believe him or not.

The elderly chief's gaze scrutinized Ye Feng's face for a moment, and seeing his calmness, felt somewhat astonished. He then said to the young black man,

"Bag, go get the Purple Bamboo Flower and the plantain herb as Ye Feng suggested, and also bring a bowl of Sheep Blood!"

What!

Seeing that the elderly chief actually believed Ye Feng's words, the rest of the black people looked wildly shocked.

This was practically joking with the old lady's life. If something went wrong, even killing this foreigner wouldn't bring the old lady back!

"Chief, how can you trust his words? He looks even younger than me; how could he possibly understand the art of the Witch Doctor? Moreover, you couldn't even heal Grandmother's sickness yourself!"

The young black man obviously hadn't expected the elder chief to trust Ye Feng so much and started to question him. The rest of the black people also voiced their disbelief, completely distrusting Ye Feng!

"Do as I said! Hurry up!" The chief's face darkened, instantly making Bag's neck shrink, who could only sheepishly go to fetch the herbs.

"I hope you are not deceiving us. If you are like those other damned foreigners, cheating us—I will take your head!"

Before leaving, Bag fiercely spoke to Ye Feng, then exited the wooden hut.

Purple Bamboo Flower was merely a common medicinal herb in Africa, and although the plantain herb was poisonous, nearly every big and small tribe had a lot of this herb stored!

Within moments, Bag had gathered all the herbs, his palm also carrying a bowl of steaming Sheep Blood.

"Crush the Purple Bamboo Flower, put it into the Sheep Blood, and have this old lady drink it! Crush the plantain herb and apply it to her wounds!"

Ye Feng instructed the young black man at that moment.

Hearing this, the young black man's face immediately turned furious,

"You damn foreigner, daring to command me, Bag!"

The young black man glared with wide eyes, his face full of ferocity, as if he dearly wished he could tear Ye Feng apart right there.

But Ye Feng just watched him with amusement,

"That's right, I'm ordering you. What's the matter? Don't you want to heal your grandmother?"

Hearing this, the young black man finally looked reluctant and grumblingly began grinding the herbs.

After he finished grinding, he followed Ye Feng's instructions, mixing the Purple Bamboo Flower juice into the Sheep Blood and giving it to the old lady to drink, while applying the plantain herb directly to the old lady's wounds.

"I hope you really can heal Grandmother! Otherwise, I, Bag, will make sure you regret it!"

Bag glared at Ye Feng hatefully, then settled down to wait quietly.

However, while all the tribal people around were waiting quietly, Ye Feng didn't. At that moment, a playful smile appeared on his lips as he walked straight to the black old lady who was constantly groaning in pain. He carefully examined her face and then his palm swung!

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed around, causing all the black people here to start in astonishment and then to react with a mix of shock and anger.

Ye Feng had actually slapped the black old lady hard!

Especially seeing the fresh red palm mark on the old lady's wrinkled, bark-like face made all the black people furious.

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