The sound of ridicule swept in from all sides, and Lin Yifan's ears itched. He said to Jiang Darong, "Go, fight him!"
"Me?"
Jiang Darong was shocked. He didn't expect the Divine Doctor to say that.
"Yes, you." Lin Yifan replied.
"But... I'm not his match!"
Ding Aizi was a Cultivator, while he was just an ordinary man. From their last confrontation, Jiang Darong had already tasted defeat and dared not face him again.
"Believe in yourself, you can do it. Worst case, if you're crippled, I'll heal you."
Cold sweat continuously trickled down Jiang Darong's forehead; he was utterly speechless.
The Divine Doctor was speaking without feeling pain himself, and that was the truth of it. The pain wasn't on him, of course, he could say that.
"Divine Doctor, are you sure you want me to make a move?"
"Don't worry, and don't be afraid. With me here, you'll be fine." Lin Yifan replied.
