Big Data Cultivation
/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 842
Chapter 842: 842 Chapter 842: 842 “`
Feng Tianyang had an intuition that Feng Jun could solve the difficult issue–even though for Cultivators, truly prolonging life was difficult, replenishing vitality that had been exhausted prematurely was not too hard.
It was like those three Ancient Tea Trees that were in decline, but if Xuande Cave Heaven could afford to buy Sweet Dew Talismans, purchasing two every year would most definitely prolong the lifespan of the trees for a considerable time.
If that was the case for tea trees, it would naturally be the same for people.
He was not wrong in his thinking. As soon as Feng Jun heard about the situation, he immediately stated, “If it's just serious depletion of vital energy and natural aging, I can handle that. But can you guarantee…there are no other issues?”
Feng Tianyang would have been able to guarantee it, but hearing this question, he hesitated to confirm, “Is Mountain Master Feng able…to help with an examination?”
Feng Jun paused before answering, “How long…is he hoping to prolong his life?”
“The longer, the better,” Feng Tianyang replied subconsciously, then quickly corrected himself, “At least five, six…seven months, I suppose.”
“Huh?” Feng Jun asked in surprise, “Can you be that precise down to the month? Is there a particular reason?”
There was indeed a reason. The Great Lay Buddhist's foundation was a coal mine in the village. He had contracted it many years ago, but he wasn't from the village. In terms of household registration, only his mother-in-law, wife, and children were from the village.
There was half a year left until his contract period would end. Although the Great Lay Buddhist wasn't a local, he wielded significant influence in the village and wouldn't face problems renewing the contract–even if it came to a public vote, he wasn't worried.
The only issue was that if his mother-in-law passed away, he would automatically lose his eligibility to compete–with only two people on the household register, one needed three local registered residences to contract the village-operated coal mine.
This requirement was a local policy, which might seem unreasonable, but the villagers found it appropriate: Why should they contract the collective land to an outsider?
The Great Lay Buddhist's assets weren't limited to the coal mine, but the mine was his foundation. Even though he held great influence in the village, there were definitely those who wanted to challenge him in hopes of taking over the mine.
Because of such people watching, he could never move his residence into the village–some rules are not so easily challenged.
Feng Tianyang also had a thorough understanding of this matter, so after roughly calculating, he felt that if the contract could be renewed at the beginning of next year, it would take six months, considering potential delays potentially extending it to seven months.
Of course, he also made it clear, “Actually, he has great respect for his mother-in-law, and the household register isn't a factor…at least not a major one. I was just thinking that if you could help her prolong her life by seven months, we could offer you more terms.”
“What conditions can he offer me with his money?” Feng Jun had a good impression of him, at least because the man was frank about how to make money, so Feng Jun didn't put on airs, “Don't be so absolute in your words, first let his mother-in-law come to Luohua for an examination…the examination fee is ten million.”
“Ten million…and that's just for the examination?” Feng Tianyang couldn't help but grimace.
“Yes, whether it's treatable or not, the examination fee is ten million,” Feng Jun replied without a ripple, “The treatment fee will be calculated separately. However, if I am not confident about the treatment, I'll just charge the examination fee…if he has to pay for the treatment, it must be good news.”
Feng Tianyang fell silent, ten million just for the examination…
Feng Jun knew what he was thinking and, wanting to solidify the favor, added, “I examined the Ancient Tea Trees for free as a gesture of shared path, not expecting any gratitude, but him…do I even know who he is?”
Feng Tianyang hesitated before speaking, “But his mother-in-law is really at the end of her tether, I'm afraid she won't make it to Zhengyang. Mountain Master Feng, you haven't gone too far yet, what do you think about this…?”
“There's nothing to be done,” Feng Jun firmly rejected, he wanted to make some money, but he wouldn't bend over backwards to accommodate someone else, “If she can come, let her come; if not, forget it…tell him that the energy field of Luohua Manor is conducive to my diagnosis and treatment.”
That reasoning was nonsense; he simply didn't want to be at someone's beck and call–after all, he didn't have a medical license and wasn't obligated to provide services.
Feng Tianyang stopped speaking, and Feng Jun then hurried back to Luohua Manor that very day to continue nurturing the Mountain and River Seal.
The truth was, he wasn't very satisfied with the outcome of his trip to Xuande Cave Heaven. His initial intention had been to elevate the Earth Vein and ensure that Mount Taibai would have no worries for the next hundred or two hundred years.
But his grasp on the Earth Vein was not very firm, and although the Mountain and River Seal had a boosting effect, it was…still damaged, wasn't it?
However, he had underestimated people's desire for longer life.
The next day, nearing noon, Zhuang Haoyun arrived, bringing Zhuang Zesheng. It was a follow-up visit after taking the Meridian Opening Pill. After examining him, Feng Jun nodded earnestly, “Good, the recovery is going very well.”
Zhuang Zesheng, having rested for a few days, gradually accepted reality, “Master…I won't have any more problems in the future, will I?”
“Don't call me master,” Feng Jun sternly replied, “Your body is now in good shape, much stronger than average people your age. What you need now is to strengthen your training. Without getting into specifics, your foundational health should allow you to live to eighty or ninety, no problem.”
To live to eighty or ninety, but unable to cultivate anymore–Zhuang Zesheng's face showed no joy. Though he wasn't deeply distressed, he sighed, “A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime.”
As Feng Jun was about to speak, the walkie-talkie crackled with the voice of the gatekeeper, “There's a middle-aged man named Hu Shengwei who says he was referred by Master Feng from Mount Taibai, accompanied by three others and a patient, looking to enter…”
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Feng Jun knew that Hu Shengwei was that Great Lay Buddhist, “Ask him if he brought the diagnosis fee. If not, he's not getting through the door.”
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He felt that speaking this way was a bit crass, but… such was reality.
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The response from the gatekeeper was swift, “Mr. Hu said he's brought money and can pay upfront.”
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Hu Shengwei indeed had the air of a wealthy patron, knowing the deal was money first, treatment after. Seeing that the gatekeeper didn't take tips, he just tossed two packs of soft Zhonghua cigarettes his way, “Not taking money, but a little gift shouldn't be an issue, right?”
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Coincidentally, he brought his mother-in-law along this time, also arriving in a luxurious large bus. After all, her health was so poor that she couldn't travel by plane or car. Thus, he had arranged for a luxurious bus, allowing her to lie down all the way here.
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The bus had departed yesterday noon and traveled very steadily, without any stops, which is why it managed to arrive at this time.
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Aside from him, three others were present–one his wife and two his subordinates–who all could drive the bus.
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The gatekeeper accepted the cigarettes, but still only allowed one driver to stay, for a very simple reason–the manor didn't permit just anyone to enter. Since one driver was sufficient, only one could go in.
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Of course, the gatekeeper wouldn't inconvenience the driver left behind–just stay in the small pavilion at Men Gang.
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Feng Jun met Hu Shengwei in the courtyard of the villa.
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This sturdy middle-aged man was quite straightforward as he opened the luggage compartment of the bus and took out five leather suitcases, “Master Feng, here is ten million, please have a look.”
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Feng Jun found it quite interesting. Friends of meticulous people tended to be meticulous themselves, and this Mr. Hu was indeed very open-handed.
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He did not bother counting it, simply waving his hand to store the five leather suitcases, “Alright, let me see the patient.”
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Hu Shengwei harbored some guesses about him. Witnessing this scene, he was merely taken aback: this man truly was incredible.
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But it was too much for his driver, who couldn't help but exclaim, “Eh? This is… this is…”
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“Shut up,” Hu Shengwei shot him a look, then calmed himself and asked with a smile, “Master… the patient is not easily moved, what do you suggest?”
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“I'll go up and see for myself,” said Feng Jun, stepping onto the bus.
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The conditions inside the bus were not that great, as it wasn't specially modified. Hu Shengwei had simply folded down the leather seats in the front and adjusted the space between them to fashion two makeshift beds, made somewhat flat with the addition of a bamboo mat and blankets.
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His mother-in-law was lying there, a very thin, frail figure who appeared to be only about 1.5 meters tall and weighing probably less than seventy pounds.
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Though she was awake, her gaze was vacant, her lips continuously opening and closing slightly, quivering like a fish out of water–and one close to death at that.
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If anyone was unclear about the meaning of “running out of oil and the lamp going dry,” one look at her would make it clear.
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The middle-aged woman beside her, likely her daughter, was not very tall but had some beauty. It was apparent she must have been quite attractive when she was young.
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Seeing Feng Jun reach out to take the old woman's wrist, she first took the old lady's hand, speaking softly, “Mom, wake up, Shengwei has brought a doctor to examine you.”
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Her voice started off low, gradually rising in volume. After repeating herself several times, almost shouting, the old woman then showed some response, replying unintelligibly, “Hmm? Oh… okay.”
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Feng Jun felt for the pulse and the old woman's body remained still, seemingly cooperative.
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He took the pulse for nearly ten minutes before withdrawing his hand and taking out a mobile phone, beginning to swipe on it.
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Moving Qi cultivates the body; to get to where he was, swiping his phone at any given time went unquestioned by others, and no one dared to ask why. The most anyone would dare to do was to sneak a peek to see what the master was doing.
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Hu Shengwei could be considered bold, but he wasn't familiar with Feng Jun. In addition, he had just witnessed Feng using the Storage Bag, causing him an indescribable shock, and he couldn't help but think: such an important figure, having taken my money, wouldn't fail to honor the agreement, would he?
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Feng Jun swiped on his phone for a while before finally looking up, “The patient's vital essence is exhausted. Continuing like this, she has at most a month or two left…”
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For Hu Shengwei and his wife, these words were almost as good as saying nothing–they simply put a timeline on the inevitable.
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The couple kept silent, merely nodding solemnly.
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Sure enough, after a slight cough, the master spoke, “I can cure this illness. One billion a year, I guarantee she lives for ten years.”
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“One year… one billion,” Hu Shengwei's wife murmured to herself, unable to resist.
Chapter end
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