Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 2751

Matthew shook his head. "All of this is just on the surface. Right now, you're draining your life. Take a look at the soles of your feet if you don’t believe me!"

The middle-aged man was skeptical and sat on the grass, removing his shoes and socks. Flipping over the soles of his feet, he discovered a faint dark purple spot.

"Holy Doctor Larson, this..."

Tony, the Great Witch Doctor, standing next to them, widened his eyes. It was indeed lividity.

Despite the vivid appearance of the middle-aged man, there was no sign of illness.

"This is lividity. If you don't believe me, look it up online."

Onlookers initially dismissed Matthew's claims as nonsense. How could a healthy person have lividity? However, when they compared the symptoms and pictures on their phones with the man's feet, they were astonished to find an exact match.

"If I'm not mistaken, the doctor who prepared the herbal cuisine for you must have warned you not to eat anything with a cold nature."

The middle-aged man stared at Matthew in horror and instinctively nodded.

"You were initially just weak and needed some rest. But for the past half-year, you've mainly been consuming herbal cuisine, putting a strain on your internal organs as they work hard to absorb and process these elements. This has increased the burden on your body."

Matthew continued, "In simpler terms, you've over-nourished. This has led to organ failure, and the soles of your feet are connected to your organs. At midnight, when the cold air is strong, your body reacts excessively, causing frequent dreams and night sweats. Seafood, being cold-natured, acts like a deadly poison to you, doesn't it?"

As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, his face turned pale. Indeed, two months ago, he almost lost his life due to eating seafood. Now that Matthew pointed it out, the man was completely convinced, and according to Matthew's words, he was already in imminent danger.

"Holy Doctor Larson, please save me!" The middle-aged man clung to Matthew's thigh, fear evident in his eyes. At just fifty years old, the thought of dying now seemed like such a waste.