Chapter 310: Chapter 307: 307 Northeast of Dengzhou

Feng Jun and Feng Jing arrived at the hospital when Yuan Family’s Second Sister was on duty.

Second Sister liked to look down on people through her nostrils, but with Feng Jun, she still appeared very enthusiastic.

In this enthusiasm, there was a hint of skepticism, the reason being nothing else but Feng Jun’s extreme youth.

She had already known that Master Feng was a very young person, but it wasn’t until she saw him in person that she deeply understood what “young” meant—this was basically just a kid!

Feng Jun looked at the old man in the hospital bed and expressed his need to take a pulse, but the nurse on duty wouldn’t allow him into the ICU ward.

At this time, Second Sister showed another side of herself. She coldly announced, “We’ve already spoken to Elder Ye, step aside!”

The nurse hesitated, saying that they needed Elder Ye to make a call and that the head of the ward would have to come.

Second Sister lifted her chin, speaking haughtily, “You make the call yourself, but now… you step aside!”

Her attitude clearly showed no respect for medical staff; but then again, which patient’s relative would dare to offend medical personnel without being quite sure of their ground?

—Of course, those imbecilic relatives were not included.

In any case, since Yuan Huapeng said that they had to humor Master Feng, Second Sister had to show strong trust through her forceful attitude.

The nurse felt wronged but still didn’t dare to disobey, so she allowed Feng Jun into the ward.

Once inside the ward, Feng Jun took the old man’s pulse. He wasn’t just going through the motions; though he wasn’t a doctor, his long period of cultivation had given him a good understanding of the human body’s meridians.

He took the pulse for about five minutes and even tried to channel a stream of Inner Qi into him, following the patient’s inner pathways.

Then, he also pulled back the patient’s eyelids to have a look, though he didn’t bother to check the tongue coating.

After examining him, he had an idea of the old man’s condition and walked out of the ward, speaking gravely, “The delay has been too long, the vital energy is severely damaged. Luckily, you’ve been massaging him daily. However, his vital energy suffered another significant loss the day before yesterday…”

In all fairness, many details he mentioned were figured out from taking the pulse himself, not informed by others.

Take the massages, for instance—the muscles and meridians of the body need to be moved and cleared, but the movement and clearing from one’s own body differ subtly from those applied by external forces.

Seeing his expression and hearing the solemnity in his voice, Second Sister couldn’t help but feel anxious, “Can he be treated?”

“This…” Feng Jun hesitated. He couldn’t just say that the old man wouldn’t die within half an hour, could he?

However, in all honesty, the condition was truly tricky, mainly because it had dragged on for too long. He could feel that the old master was previously in good health and had a strong foundation. If they had sought him out sooner, it would have been much easier to handle.

Second Sister couldn’t concern herself with that much, “Whatever you need, Master, just mention it.”

“It’s not about mentioning needs,” Feng Jun frowned in distress, “I don’t have a hundred percent certainty of curing him.”

Before Second Sister could say more, Yuan Huapeng nudged her with his elbow.

Did you understand? He said he didn’t have the “hundred percent” certainty of curing. That was already quite a decent statement.

You should know, even the flu can kill!

However, Second Sister failed to grasp the deeper meaning. In her mind, to treat an illness was to cure it, especially for the old master—it had to be cured.

She was about to discuss this issue with Feng Jun when her brother nuded her, and then she misunderstood even more: They hadn’t even discussed his terms for helping, so speaking idly like this was an offense to the master.

That’s right, no matter how young, he was still a master, and she had to treat him respectfully.

Though Second Sister liked to put on airs regularly, she was by no means someone who couldn’t bend. Smiling, she said, “Regardless, we’re troubling the master. It’s getting late, and big sister will come to take over soon. Once I’m free, I’ll come and offer a toast.”

Feng Jun felt increasingly helpless. The Yuan family’s attitude was terrifyingly enthusiastic; it made it impossible for him not to step in.

This was about your father’s life and death, and despite me being such a young chap with no medical qualification, you actually show no hint of doubt?

To say there was no suspicion would be impossible. Even Yuan Huapeng, who had seen Feng Jun’s actions, was initially anxious.

But seeing Feng Jun diagnose the old master just by taking his pulse, even realizing someone had been persistently massaging the patient, left him feeling quite impressed—indeed, an expert only needs to make a move to show their skill.

So, before leading Feng Jun away, he tentatively asked, “Master, would you like to take a look at the medical records?”

If it can be treated, having a bit more understanding couldn’t hurt, right?

Then his Second Sister surreptitiously elbowed him again: The payment hasn’t even been negotiated yet, what’s the rush?

Yuan Huapeng looked at his sister suspiciously: Did I say something wrong?

Just then, Feng Jun waved his hand expressionlessly, “No need to look at the medical records; I’m not a doctor and wouldn’t understand them.”

This was an honest statement. The reason he agreed to take action was not that he understood medicine but because he believed that he was helping patients by clearing their meridians. He didn’t want to pretend to understand medicine—ignorance isn’t shameful, but feigned knowledge is.

However, his brisk refusal caused the Yuan siblings to exchange a worried look—why was he (indeed) upset?

Later, through the WeChat group, the siblings agreed to finalize the payment with the Divine Doctor first.

Seeing the message, the brother-in-law was somewhat puzzled, “We’re talking about payment before treatment; is that appropriate? And moreover… he doesn’t understand medicine.”

This time, it was Yuan Huakun who responded, “Because we have no choice… We can’t just choose to ‘wait for a miracle’.”

The brother-in-law was left speechless, only able to complain privately to his wife, “I think hoping for traditional medicine… especially one who doesn’t read medical records, is even less reliable than ‘waiting for a miracle’.”

Even the eldest sister was a bit annoyed with him this time, “That’s my father, and your father-in-law too. Can’t you say something more auspicious?”

Feng Jun hadn’t expected that before he could even propose his terms, the imaginative Yuan siblings had already decided to discuss the matter.

The welcome banquet was held at a hotel restaurant, attended by Yuan Huakun and his wife, along with Yuan Huapeng and his family of three, plus the good scenery, totaling seven people.

But before they could start, the second sister also hurried over, and after some eating and drinking, a middle-aged couple joined them.

These were Xu Tiejun and his wife, Xu Leigang’s elder brother.

Xu Tiejun had long wished to meet Master Feng. Although it was his younger brother who had raised the money, and Feng Jun was dealing with Xu Leigang, regardless, he was the one who actually paid.

Now that Xu Er’s company had weathered the worst and was only a matter of time before it recovered its vitality, his gratitude towards Feng Jun was imaginable.

So, at the dining table, he downed three glasses in quick succession, declaring that he could have arrived in the afternoon but refrained from disturbing them, considering Old Master Yuan’s condition. After all, that was the priority.

Now that the Yuan family had organized a welcome banquet, he could join in the fun, and he enthusiastically offered, “The Yuan Family has taken care of your accommodations in the capital, but from now on, I, Xu Tiejun, will take care of food and fun.”

A personal car and a professional guide, that’s no problem, and many sites not open to the general public—I’ll sort it out for you.

Feng Jing, most interested in tourism, had been quiet at the table for quite a while. Upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but ask which places in the capital ordinary tourists couldn’t visit but “we” could.

Her inquiry made everyone at the table laugh, and eventually, Xu Ruofang explained that there were too many such places, and in fact, there were some they had only heard about but never seen themselves.

After the drinks had passed around and the dishes had been tried, everyone nearing full, Yuan Huakun, as the eldest son of the Yuan Family, spoke up, “Master Feng, I’d like to ask, if you take on treating my father, how long will it take before we see a significant effect?”

Feng Jun pondered briefly before replying, “That’s hard to say, but based on my analysis, it should take about seven to ten days.”

“So soon?” Yuan Huakun was pleasantly surprised. “Then let’s be frank first and discuss the payment, shall we?”

Discuss the payment? Very well, Feng Jun smiled slightly, “I thought you’d wait until I cured the patient before talking about it.”

The hint of resentment in his words was clear to everyone present.

Yuan Huakun could only give a rueful smile, “Please forgive us, Master… as his children, we cannot help but worry.”

Feng Jun smiled but remained silent, which meant “I reluctantly accept your explanation.”

Seeing his demeanor, Yuan Huakun inwardly sighed and got straight to the point, “If my father wakes up, I can promise you three hundred of the goods you want.”

Feng Jun’s demand was at least two hundred tons, and Yuan Huakun opening with three hundred tons was indeed quite sincere.

Feng Jun appreciated such forthrightness and nodded, “The quantity meets the requirements. What about the other two conditions?”

“Bartering goods is no problem, even delivering the goods first is no problem,” Yuan Huakun couldn’t mention gold in front of so many people, but his meaning was clear enough.

Then, he pointed his thumb over his shoulder, “You can go there to get the goods, northeast of Dengzhou.”

He was pointing eastward.

“Northeast of Dengzhou?” Feng Jun’s brows furrowed at first, then he laughed, “On the sea?”

When he had ordered his Boiler Camel Motorcycle, he’d done it under the guise of Bei Xinluo, never expecting it to come true so aptly.

“Yes,” Yuan Huakun nodded firmly, “so, you needn’t worry about not being able to barter… they lack everything over there.”

Bei Xinluo, of course, lacked everything, and gold, a solid currency, was in even higher demand.

The only thing they didn’t lack much was probably Thunder, and if the suppliers were truly Shinra people, not to mention three hundred tons of explosive, even three thousand wouldn’t seem like a big deal.

“Alright, I’m quite satisfied with this agreement,” Feng Jun nodded. He wasn’t one to push his luck, and if the other party was generous, he would reciprocate, “It’s settled then. I’ll start treating the old master tomorrow.”