Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Anticipated

Facing Feng Jun’s question, Yuan Huapeng replied with indifference, “She’s not a part of the system and isn’t interested in making money either. You could say she’s quite honest; it’s just a small hobby that doesn’t affect the family… who would bother about it?”

Feng Jun was rendered speechless. Why do I feel like the word “honest” is about to be completely corrupted? “Whose child is she?”

This time, it was Yuan Huapeng’s turn to fall silent.

“Heh,” Xiao Qian sneered coldly, with indescribable disdain in her laughter, “So it goes, the Prefectural Official can set fires, but the commoners can’t even light lamps… She wouldn’t be suffering from some kind of hormonal imbalance, would she?”

Of course, such a situation was possible; she knew someone like that.

“I don’t know,” Yuan Huapeng answered casually, “I didn’t see anything in her childhood, but I feel… the possibility of a psychological issue is greater. Anyway, I keep my distance.”

Feng Jun started laughing, “Elder Yuan, you’re so much older than her, and you’re also second-generation. What could she possibly do to you?”

“Do to me?” Yuan Huapeng gave a bitter smile and then shook his head, “I don’t want to know the answer to that at all; that person is said to be a pervert.”

Feng Jun couldn’t help but shiver, “What a perverse taste… Isn’t that a bit too disgusting?”

Yuan Huapeng smiled dismissively, expressing with indifference, “There are plenty of people with heavy tastes. You’ll know in time. With the vastness of the Imperial Capital, there’s nothing too strange.”

Feng Jun smiled, “I really am from a small place; I can’t accept this big city style at all.”

“Let’s drop it,” Yuan Huapeng shook his head, “Let’s find another place to sing for a while.”

Following that, they arrived at a KTV, a very private one. They had just sat down when someone from the lobby came in to toast Yuan Huapeng, showing exceptional politeness.

Obviously, the Yuan Family could exert some influence in this place.

Having just put down their glasses, and before the first song was chosen, a model’s mobile phone rang—it was Xiao Sai calling.

Xiao Sai asked where she was and who she was with.

This model was quite bold, saying straight away that she was on her boyfriend’s car. “Boss, if you’ve got nothing for me, let’s chat another time?”

Only then did Feng Jun realize that the three of them had come out as part of a job obligation, with an appearance fee of one thousand. As soon as they arrived, they got paid; the boss didn’t inquire about other matters.

The three of them rarely took on such jobs. Xiao Sai stressed repeatedly, saying it was Minister Yuan’s son, my classmate’s brother. Meeting two such important figures is beneficial for you, which is why they agreed to come.

Since they were all from the same company and knew each other, the three looked at the others and, seeing they were similar in temperament, let their guard down completely.

It was also because they had their boss’s endorsement that they dared to get into Yuan Huapeng’s car; otherwise, they would never so easily get into someone else’s car.

After changing places to sing, it was their time. They could play or leave whenever they wanted, but today’s events were a bit interesting. The two clients had good manners and looks, so they relaxed a bit.

At this time, they could ignore calls from their boss.

Since the three girls were open, everyone had a rather good time. One of the older girls even started flirting with Yuan Huapeng.

But that was normal. Elder Yuan was in his prime, tall and dignified, and as a second-generation figure from the capital, he was indeed quite charming.

The other two were sticking to Feng Jun, which was even more normal. He was nearly led away as a pet dog, and he was flawless in all aspects.

The five of them played until twelve o’clock before leaving the KTV. The model, who thought Feng Jun was loaded, even suggested they all go for late-night food.

Yuan Huapeng was somewhat tempted, as Li Ting usually kept a tight rein on him, but Feng Jun really wasn’t used to these semi-professional players. Although he knew these three were relatively decent, the encounter with Zhou Xiaotong today made him somewhat listless.

Moreover, there was a delightful view in the hotel; was he so desperate?

And so, they all went their separate ways.

Feng Jun was thinking about finding an opportunity the next day to spend some time alone with the delightful scenery. However, to his regret, the next day was Saturday and Xu Tiejun called first thing in the morning, saying, “If you find the driver inconvenient, I can take over.”

After they had breakfast and left the hotel, not only Xu Tiejun had come, but also his second sister and Xu Ruofang.

The three ladies suggested shopping—a rare opportunity since it was Saturday. Xu Tiejun and Feng Jun exchanged looks, finding the other’s complexion pale, they decided to split up and have fun separately.

This time, the delightful scenery didn’t refuse to part.

The day passed quickly, and that evening the Xu and Yuan Families hosted Feng Jun and his companion once more.

The next day, Feng Jun went to see Elder Yuan again and found his condition had improved somewhat from last time. At the very least, he was clean and had even washed his hair, and many of the tubes and wires were gone.

But his eyes still couldn’t open, and turning over in bed was very difficult; he needed assistance.

Hearing that Master Feng had come, Elder Yuan greeted enthusiastically from his bed, “The master has arrived, I truly can’t thank you enough… You pulled this old man back from the arms of the King of Hell.”

The once minister now addressing a young man as ‘master’ showed the depth of his gratitude.

Attention to this treatment was not solely from the Yuan Family.

Elder Ye had brought two old experts with him, who had rushed over specifically to observe, standing silently in the corner and watching.

Hearing Yuan Zihao addressing him in such a manner, Elder Ye couldn’t help but smile bitterly to himself: If you could see how young this person really is, I’d like to see if you could still call him “Master”.

However, he could only smile bitterly. The prestigious third-grade hospital, with expert consultations, couldn’t compare to a young man. What else was there to say?

“You are too kind, Elder Yuan,” Feng Jun spoke indifferently, “It’s just a trivial matter.”

“It might be a trivial matter for you, but for me, it couldn’t be more significant,” Elder Yuan actually showed a sense of humor, “I’m really fed up with living a life worse than death… After this treatment, will I be able to open my eyes?”

“That depends on the situation,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, not saying much. “Come, let me take your pulse.”

He stepped forward to take the pulse, his brows furrowing ever so slightly, then shaking his head.

The old man’s spirit was not as good as expected, and the vital energy within his body was still in a state of exhaustion.

Seeing him shake his head, the Yuan Family and the three old experts felt a slight sink in their hearts: What did this mean?

The Yuan Family exchanged glances, not daring to voice their questions—if the Master didn’t speak, then they wouldn’t ask.

Seeing no comment from Elder Ye and the other experts, they could only suppress their curiosity. The events of the day before had caused quite a bit of grumbling among the Yuan Family, and it had taken Elder Yuan’s intervention to calm his children down.

Feng Jun naturally wouldn’t explain to them either. He took out half a Foundation Establishment Pill and instructed with a command, “Open your mouth.”

Elder Yuan opened his mouth, not forgetting to ask, “This medicine doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“It’s not particularly painful, but you might feel a bit of swelling inside your body, especially in your head,” Feng Jun replied casually, not forgetting to advise, “You’d better keep your mouth closed for a better effect of the medicine.”

His tone was somewhat indifferent, and he didn’t explain why keeping the mouth closed would result in a better effect, but no one present minded.

If they had chosen the Master, they had to listen to him—after all, isn’t that the attitude doctors have in hospitals?

Half a Foundation Establishment Pill was a larger dose than the last time, and after Feng Jun administered the medicine, he was fully attentive, on guard for any accidents.

However, no bleeding occurred this time; Elder Yuan’s breathing became rapid, then soon returned to calm.

A regular person taking the Foundation Establishment Pill usually wouldn’t have any side effects, but Elder Yuan had too many blocked meridians. The powerful vital energy, while nourishing the body, would cleanse the meridians, so a bit of bitter pain was normal.

After about ten minutes, Feng Jun fed a quarter of a Body Tempering Pill to Elder Yuan.

Elder Yuan experienced the agony of life being worse than death once more, but fortunately, he could feel that it wasn’t as painful as the last time.

Half an hour later, as the pain gradually subsided and his body seemed a bit lighter, Elder Yuan took a deep breath, stretched out his body, and groaned, “Ah, this medicine really is… potent.”

Then, his eyelids twitched twice, but he still couldn’t open them.

When Feng Jun released his hand from taking the pulse and straightened up, he confidently announced, “This afternoon, you should be able to open your eyes.”

That wasn’t something he deduced using “people nearby”, but a genuine calculation.

The power of the Foundation Establishment Pill hadn’t been fully emitted yet; it would only reach its peak in the afternoon.

Of course, this was merely a calculation.

Elder Ye stepped forward, silently performing various checks on Elder Yuan.

On hearing this, Elder Yuan couldn’t suppress his joy, “Really? That’s wonderful, can I get up then?”

“Getting up… that’s only a possibility,” Feng Jun dared not guarantee that, “Your inability to get up doesn’t relate to your waist or lower limbs, the main issue is with your head.”

Elder Yuan yawned languidly, feeling exhausted and rather sleepy. After all, he was of advanced age and couldn’t withstand such strain, and the Foundation Establishment Pill wasn’t omnipotent, “When will I be able to walk on my own?”

“That will depend on the treatment,” Feng Jun couldn’t give a definitive answer, “Individual differences do exist, but Elder Yuan, your issue still lies in the head.”

“Hmm, then I’ll trouble you, Master. I’m off to rest; I need to sleep a while,” Elder Yuan muttered groggily, his voice growing fainter, “Hua Kun and Hua Peng, make sure to take good care of the Master for me. Next time, I hope the Master will still be present…”

His words made Elder Ye’s face burn with embarrassment—he was almost asleep, and yet you still remembered what happened last time? How much must you resent us?

Feng Jun nodded to the Yuan siblings, “Take care of the patient, we’ll call it a day.”

Seeing him about to leave just like that, Elder Ye couldn’t hold back any longer, hurriedly reaching out with a cough, “Young friend, may I ask about the principle behind this Body Tempering Pill… what exactly is it?”

(Update to here, calling for the guaranteed monthly tickets.)