Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Accident (2nd Update)

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As soon as the second sister heard her younger brothers’ talk, she became anxious, “Hua Peng, what do you mean by that? Are you doubting Master Feng?”

“Your IQ really needs a top-up!” Yuan Huapeng glanced at her exasperatedly, “I’m not doubting Master Feng, but isn’t benefiting all of humanity something that the master or his sect should be doing?”

Elder Ye found it hard to let that remark slide, “The pills have always been kept a secret; there must be a reason for it, right?”

He really couldn’t stand the other party’s argument, making it sound as though he was coveting someone else’s pill formula.

Yuan Huapeng nodded firmly and spoke earnestly, “There certainly is a reason… the cost, it’s too expensive.”

After saying that, he couldn’t be bothered to say more and turned to leave.

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t be sarcastic with Elder Ye, but Feng Jun had made it clear early on that he wanted this matter kept secret.

If Elder Ye was insistent on probing the secrets, then he couldn’t blame him for his mocking retort.

Elder Ye was really upset by the comment, and though he wanted to explain, he found he had no idea where to begin.

After Yuan Huapeng left the office, he put the matter out of his mind and instead recounted Feng Jun’s behavior from the previous night, “…His relationship with that woman is ambiguous and strange, but one thing is for sure: he hasn’t succeeded yet.”

“Hasn’t succeeded?” The second sister laughed, “Then Xiao Mei must be able to influence him. I need to treat Xiao Mei well… Before a man succeeds, he dares to promise anything.”

The conversation was somewhat adult in nature, but all present were middle-aged or older and saw no need for euphemism.

“The beauties that Master Feng knows are not limited to this one,” Yuan Huapeng glanced at her indifferently; he had met Zhang Weihong and even had a chat with her.

Then he turned to his older brother, “Didn’t Elder Sai start a modeling company? We could invite some girls over.”

“That…” Yuan Huakun frowned in thought, then slowly shook his head, “Let’s not rush into that.”

It’s interesting how people act; though Feng Jun hadn’t captured the great scenery, the sister’s approach was to use the ladylike diplomatic tactic, while the Yuan brothers thought about finding a beauty to replace her.

Of course, whatever their approach, their intention was to secure more attentive treatment for their grandfather, which was beyond reproach.

Feng Jun, sitting in the SUV, picked up Feng Jing, and then he could only tour inside the capital—Forbidden City, Temple of Heaven, Summer Palace, and such; going further out was not feasible—the traffic in the capital was just too congested.

He had Xu Tiejun’s car, and they could slowly make their way to the scenic spots outside the city, but one needs to enjoy those places upon arrival, and considering the return trip and how much time should be allocated for the road—this was difficult to estimate.

And he had to continue treating Elder Yuan the next day.

So, although they had a car, they didn’t venture far, spending the whole day at the Forbidden City.

The guide arranged by Xu Tiejun was of high quality, a woman in her thirties who effortlessly recounted various stories and explanations in a vivid and accessible manner, showing her great familiarity with the staff and features of the scenic area.

Feng Jing enjoyed such explanations, while Feng Jun, with his academic background, knew even more about the history than the guide. Together, the trio chatted and laughed, creating a lively atmosphere.

The only dampener was when a few calls reached Feng Jing’s mobile phone, one of which was from her mother-in-law, to which Feng Jing responded that she was on a business trip in the capital.

The guide, hearing this, could not help but give her a look: Visiting the Forbidden City and calling it a business trip, aren’t you afraid of being found out?

After a full day of fun, everyone was quite tired, and although Xu Tiejun and his wife wanted to treat them to dinner, Feng Jun declined over the phone.

The next day, Feng Jun noticed that Elder Yuan’s condition had improved slightly. This time he cut off one-tenth of the Foundation Establishment Pill to continue supplementing his vitality.

One-fifth was used on the third day, one-fourth on the fourth day…

By the fifth day, Feng Jun had fed all of the remaining Foundation Establishment Pill to Elder Yuan, which was about half a pill in total.

Less than ten minutes after administering it, trouble emerged: Fresh blood began to flow from Elder Yuan’s nostrils.

This was a case of ‘the weak cannot accept nourishment’, and it was normal for such an occurrence after a dying old man had ingested an entire Foundation Establishment Pill in just five days.

The nurse operating the procedure, without a word, turned and ran out, then began calling over the intercom the moment she was outside the door.

Feng Jun was aware that a nosebleed at this moment was definitely not a good sign, but since the brain lesion hadn’t caused complications, it could be considered a piece of good luck amidst misfortune. It would be fine as long as the bleeding could be controlled gradually.

If the blood hadn’t come from the nasal blood vessels but had surged elsewhere, it could have led to extremely serious consequences.

He didn’t attempt to stop the bleeding but instead used his Inner Qi to protect Elder Yuan’s brain while blaming himself: He had been overconfident, too eager for results.

If he had slowed the pace a bit more and divided the remaining bit of pill to be taken in two doses, this accident might not have occurred.

But such things lacked precedents for him, relying on groping his way through, and whether the remaining pills taken in two doses could withstand the Body Tempering Pill when vitality peaked in the short term was uncertain…

Suddenly, the duty director rushed in and ordered decisively, “Stop everything you’re doing. Cease all actions immediately.”

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Stopping now would truly be a matter of life and death! Feng Jun gave him a glance and replied without any politeness, “Get lost, you don’t know shit. We’ve signed a statement of responsibility!”

The duty doctor was furious, “Do you see that he’s bleeding? If you’re not stopping the blood, what the hell are you doing?”

Only three people from the Yuan family came today, the eldest and second sisters, and Yuan Huakun. Yuan Huapeng had something to do at work—anyway, administering the Foundation Establishment Pill was something they had seen many times, and they didn’t expect anything serious to happen.

These three were at a loss, not sure whose advice to follow.

“His blood is sticky, how much can he possibly bleed?” Feng Jun retorted unapologetically and decisively commanded, “Hua Kun, stop him. At this critical moment, one wrong move could be fatal.”

Yuan Huakun was indeed panicking, despite having seen much of the world, he had never seen anything like this. Most importantly, the one bleeding was his father.

“Master Feng, my dad is having a nosebleed. You never said this could happen… Shouldn’t we stop the blood?”

“Don’t you know how much blood is in a human body? It’s better to bleed here than anywhere else!” Feng Jun spoke vehemently, “Weakness cannot bear strengthening, weakness cannot bear strengthening… How many times have I told you that?”

But Yuan Huakun still didn’t dare to stop him, and the eldest and second sisters also didn’t dare intervene—after all, the responsibility was too great.

Seeing the duty director lunging forward, Feng Jun lifted his foot, ready to kick, “You stay out of this, causing trouble can kill people!”

The duty director was jumping with urgency, but he didn’t dare to go forward, “What you’re doing will kill someone… Stop right now!”

Feng Jun was enraged. He struck out his palm like the wind, slapping Elder Yuan’s body repeatedly, causing all sorts of tubes and wires to quiver erratically.

He was using his Inner Qi, directly striking Elder Yuan’s many acupoints, initiating his backup plan.

Actually, up to now, the backup plan was unnecessary. Feng Jun had confidence that he could handle the situation well.

But Elder Yuan’s reaction made the Yuan family lose their confidence, and the hospital was now poised to interfere directly.

Therefore, as the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. Feng Jun, left with no alternative, had to make a decisive move.

Seeing him lay hands on Elder Yuan, the duty director first wanted to rush forward but then turned his head toward Yuan Huakun, asking through gritted teeth, “Aren’t you going to do anything about this?”

Yuan Huakun did want to intervene, very much so, but at that moment, he truly was in a state of confusion.

Uncertain of the consequences, he wouldn’t help Feng Jun block the doctor, but similarly, he didn’t have the courage to stop Feng Jun either.

After Feng Jun struck Elder Yuan with over a hundred palms, the three Yuan siblings initially were anxious and frightened, but seeing their father showing no obvious reactions, their tense feelings gradually calmed down a bit.

But then, hospital security, having heard the commotion, hurried over.

However, by the time security arrived, the Yuan siblings had realized that Master Feng’s actions hadn’t made their father’s condition worse, so they blocked the security guards with their bodies, “Don’t move!”

The duty director was quite anxious, “Think it over clearly. If you keep this up and something happens to Elder Yuan, the hospital will not accept any responsibility.”

As a doctor, he had to fulfill his duty. At this moment, talking about saving lives might seem a bit over the top, but if Elder Yuan’s condition was critical, the patient’s family might blame the hospital—We don’t understand, but don’t you either? Didn’t know to stop it?

So, he had to make a gesture, to show his stance: I intend to intervene!

Yuan Huakun had been befuddled just a moment ago, but now he had mostly come back to his senses. He gave the other party a look and asked in a deep voice, “If you stop us now, can you guarantee my father will be unharmed?”

“How can that be guaranteed?” The duty director retorted irritably, “You’ve signed a statement of responsibility… And why didn’t you stop him just now?”

“Indeed, we’ve already signed a statement of responsibility,” Yuan Huakun sighed softly, his face holding a strange expression, like guilt or as if he was trying to justify himself, “From the moment we signed, things were already out of control.”

The duty director was so angry he almost twisted his nose, “But emergency treatment sure beats doing nothing!”

Yuan Huakun shook his head slowly with a bizarre expression yet said nothing more.

At that moment, Feng Jun had already stopped slapping and raised his hand to check Elder Yuan’s pulse again.

Seeing that all the displays on the equipment were still more or less normal, the duty director let out a soft exclamation and also reached out to take the pulse.

After checking the pulse for five minutes, Feng Jun took out a blue jade vial from his bag and poured out a pill the size of a longan.

“Eh?” The Yuan siblings expressed in unison at the sight—was this not the Foundation Establishment Pill?

Feng Jun used a silver blade to cut a quarter of it and reached out to pry open Elder Yuan’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” The duty doctor cried out in urgency.

Feng Jun ignored him and instead looked at Yuan Huakun, speaking indifferently, “This is the best time to administer the Body Tempering Pill. If you want to stop me… You still have time.”