Big Data Cultivation
/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 1016
Chapter 1016: Chapter 1016: Settle Accounts Slowly
Gao Qiang found this question difficult to answer with the boss present. Are you really asking me?
He glanced at Feng Jun cautiously, then cleared his throat with a cough and returned with a question, “What do you think?”
Seeing his reaction, Yu Qingzhu knew she wouldn't get a straight answer, so she turned to Feng Jun, “Master Feng, can a butterfly really cure my uncle-in-law's illness?”
She was clearly setting aside her pride to ask this–it was her first time addressing Feng Jun as “Master.”
Feng Jun, however, dismissively waved his hand, “If it can't cure him, I can't help either. At worst, I'll just refund the money… Oh right, I'll still be charging the ten million yuan diagnosis fee.”
Despite his certainty that Hua Hua would cure Qi Wukui, he insisted on mentioning the diagnosis fee–it needed to make a lasting impression so not just anyone would bother him.
But he didn't realize how jarring this was to Yu Qingzhu.
She didn't bother arguing with him and simply went to check on her unconscious aunt.
Her aunt soon came to; she'd just not been resting well lately and had fainted from anger and agitation.
After waking up and getting a brief update, she wanted to make a fuss but was sternly stopped by Elder Yu.
The old man hadn't lost his temper like this in years, but there was a reason–your husband's past antics had already offended this guy, do you still want to continue?
Her aunt-in-law, known for her bad temper, was actually quite afraid of the old patriarch and begrudgingly said, “Uncle, I'm just a bit worried… The healer isn't human.”
Elder Yu knew how to handle her and impatiently said, “If you keep this up, do you believe I'll have Shengshi shut down?”
Shengshi was a well-developing real estate company, but with just one word from him, its funding could be cut off.
The aunt-in-law finally quieted down, sitting there silently without saying a word.
Two hours later, Feng Jun received Hua Hua's mental message and opened the door.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the snow-white butterfly flapped its wings and flew away, and the nurse's cap on its head fluttered in the wind.
Although deeply dissatisfied with Feng Jun, at that moment, Yu Qingzhu's aunt-in-law didn't care about petty grievances, “Is he cured?”
“Not even a proper address?” Feng Jun glanced at her with annoyance and then uttered two words, “He's fine.”
His aunt-in-law didn't care about his rebuke and eagerly asked again, “Really fine?”
Feng Jun glared at her fiercely before turning to leave–haven't I already told you that you should properly address someone, do you not understand Huaxia language?
Thankfully, the health care doctor was quick-witted and hurriedly called out, “Master, Master Feng… Is the patient fully recovered?”
“Fully recovered? I'm not a deity,” Feng Jun said dismissively without turning his head, “The parasites inside the body are all cleaned out… As for recovery, that's your concern, not ours. The speed of recovery has nothing to do with us.”
As he spoke, the aunt-in-law had already rushed onto the bus, only to hear a shriek, “Ah~”
After being tormented for over a month, Qi Wukui had become as thin as a pole, a once robust man of 160 pounds now weighing less than 80, and his skin was marked by large red rashes and boils–mainly due to the toxins.
Now he was covered in fresh blood, his body riddled with wounds large and small, looking as miserable as could be.
Hearing her scream, the health care doctor also rushed onto the bus urgently, checked his pulse just to find no issue, and quickly connected various devices.
After a brief examination, he found that Qi Wukui had lost a lot of blood but hadn't reached a critical level yet, so he hastily notified the aunt-in-law, “President Qi's condition is fairly stable for now, just a bit weak. Have the medical team on standby at the gate; the bus is about to leave.”
Then he turned to look at Gao Qiang, giving a bow, “Please assist.”
After stepping off the bus, he walked over to Feng Jun and spoke in a low voice, “Master, that green pill of yours… it would help if he can take half of it.”
Feng Jun glanced at him and huffed quietly, “Do you know how much that green pill is worth?”
The health care doctor replied with an appeasing smile, “Surely it's not worth five hundred million. Master, you should help all the way through, right… Could you administer it yourself? I won't handle it at all, can we do that?”
This request was a bit presumptuous, but Feng Jun saw that his initial intent was to heal and save people, with no benefit to himself.
A doctor always thinking of saving lives is a good doctor.
So he wasn't averse to it, just asked, “In your experience, would he die without this pill?”
The doctor grinned sheepishly, “How could he? I just think that without this pill, he'll need at least two months to recover… and to be fully restored, it would be impossible without half a year.”
“That's fine, take it slow,” Feng Jun answered nonchalantly, “This guy likes to bully others using his position. If his recovery takes a bit longer, it might save a couple of people from his harm.”
The healthcare doctor finally shut up, revising his impression of the master's magnanimity.
After accompanying her husband back to the hospital for a check-up, it was found that indeed all the bugs were gone, leaving the doctors marveling, “How were these bugs removed? It's almost like a divine technique…”
San Gu, however, grew more resentful the more she thought about it, so she called Yu Zhiyuan, “Zhiyuan, just three hours… Three hours, and it cost us five billion… This isn't robbery, this is bleeding us dry.”
Yu Zhiyuan, who was not particularly close to her, but had a mediocre relationship with Qi Wukui, responded with a grave voice, “Is he cured?”
He didn't need to ask; his daughter had already promptly informed him of what had happened.
“He is cured,” San Gu replied, lacking confidence, “But Zhiyuan…”
“What are you talking about if he's cured?” Yu Zhiyuan spoke up, annoyed, “After seeking so many experts and not curing the illness for over a month, someone cured it in three hours, and you complain about the cost?”
He became angrier as he spoke, “Let me tell you, if Old Master Yu hadn't swallowed his pride to beg, even if you offered five billion, they wouldn't have treated him… The one who treated the illness was the Butterfly, do you understand who your husband has offended?”
“But…” San Gu also felt wronged and hesitated before speaking, “The doctors said we should have taken some samples of the bugs. I asked for them, but they wouldn't give any.”
Yu Zhiyuan paused for a moment and then asked impatiently, “What are you trying to say?”
San Gu calmed down, gathering her courage to speak, “I don't know where those bugs came from, but since the Butterfly could remove them, could it be that… it might also have been the one that released them?”
“You're overthinking it,” Yu Zhiyuan replied coldly, “You've really been under a lot of stress lately, don't get carried away with such thoughts…”
After a brief pause, as they were still cousins, he spoke again, “You're upset over five billion yuan? Do you know how many billions you could earn if your husband forcibly bought that piece of land?”
San Gu fell silent, unable to answer. She was aware that Qi Wukui wanted to forcibly acquire the Luohua Manor land, and she was pleased that her husband had found this “business opportunity,” even suggesting that if they encountered resistance, she would step in to find a solution.
Just an outsider without any local roots, thinking of maximizing the land's value; you're not qualified enough to carve up this piece of meat!
She felt that offering a premium price for Luohua Manor was already quite generous.
Seeing that she did not respond, Yu Zhiyuan sighed heavily, “Old Master Yu always says there are many ways to make money without offending anyone, and you managed to provoke such a person; he's quite amazed at your knack for picking opponents!”
“This matter should end here. You lost some money and will need half a year to recover; take it as a lesson… As I said before, if Old Master Yu hadn't set his pride aside, your family would have been in mortal danger, and it might not have been just one death. Be more careful in the future.”
San Gu hung up the phone directly, cursing, “Just a little money… can you, Yu Zhiyuan, casually spare just 'a little' money?”
Yu Zhiyuan, who had been hung up on, wasn't irritated; he just curled his lips into a scornful smile–he understood her character all too well. She only dared to act tough with her own family, not brave enough to confront his elder brother, so she vented on him.
“Alas,” he sighed in distress, “With the Old Master still alive, the family has so many messy issues, full of people without a clue… perhaps we've been too nice to them?”
Hua Hua's striking appearance compelled Old Master Yu and his entourage to reevaluate Luohua Manor. Afterwards, they examined Qi Wukui's medical records thoroughly, genuinely curious about what the Butterfly had accomplished within two hours.
The medical record didn't reveal the process, but it showed the outcome: without a doubt, the bugs inside Qi Wukui's body had vanished.
Deep down, everyone felt more convinced that the situation might involve Miaojiang sorcery.
However, nobody dared to ask Feng Jun about it or inquire where those bugs had disappeared to–even though the hospital expressed a strong wish to obtain some samples.
In truth, when Feng Jun heard that the hospital managed to keep a few bug eggs, he wasn't in a hurry to destroy them; once an item entered the lab, it shouldn't be easy to lose–considering the Yu family's attention, security levels were likely to be elevated.
He hoped that related research institutions might gain something, as specimens from other dimensions were rare and could potentially yield unexpected surprises–if such an item went missing under these circumstances, he could only say it was fate.
After dealing with Qi Wukui's issue, Feng Jun finally focused on the Overseas Wanderer's Association.
Kunlun's efficiency was commendable; by the next day, much information had been conveyed.
Feng Jun analyzed it and noted that a few people in the Imperial Capital held greater social sway, like the escapee Ito Jiro–commonly perceived as a “social activist.”
It would be too troublesome to go after such people, whereas Feng Jun had no desire to visit Yangcheng–even though Qing Xiaozi of Luofu Mountain was nice.
So, he decided to target Wandu instead. In fact, Feng Jun thought that the people like Ni Hong were the most deserving targets in Wandu.
These people didn't engage in social activities–such things were more effective when done in the Imperial Capital; they focused more on business development.
Yet, Feng Jun believed their destructive power was not insignificant.
(Updated, summoning monthly tickets.)
Chapter end
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