Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1803 - 1805: Who Is Mr. F?

Sofia burst into laughter again when she heard Fernandez’s words, "You know, one hundred million Mai yuan to start."

Fernandez, hearing this, instinctively glanced at Feng Jun before replying with a furrowed brow, "One hundred million Mai yuan... but I believe he’s willing to spend that money."

"The fee is just one of the conditions," Sofia waved her hand dismissively and spoke lightly, "The key is that Luohua must agree to treat you."

Fernandez nodded, "That’s exactly why I’m here, hoping Miss Jansen could help for a word or two."

Sofia no longer wanted to beat around the bush with him, "Then you need to discuss it with Mr. F; his words carry more weight than mine."

Fernandez had been suspecting this; the hundred million Mai yuan was just too coincidental, so he turned and asked, "Mr. F, could you please lend a hand?"

For Feng Jun, helping was certainly no problem; just the fact that he got hold of the Stone Ring means the return gift from the other party has already exceeded his expectations. Elder Feng prides himself on being a person of principle — he wouldn’t deceive someone who doesn’t understand the value of the Stone Ring, even though it’s originally Huaxia’s.

So he pondered for a moment before answering, "It’s no problem to make a few calls, but I need to state upfront that your uncle has already undergone two liver transplants. This is different from other patients, so I’m not entirely sure if treatment is possible."

Fernandez frowned upon hearing this, "Not sure if treatment is possible?"

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded, Hua Hua can control the Gu Insect, but now Hua Hua has too many patients to look after, basically in batch processing, and indeed, there are risks in transplanting organs.

In such a situation, if not handled individually, the Gu Insect isn’t that intelligent, but if handled individually, Hua Hua will be exhausting herself.

Feng Jun thought there’s no need for Hua Hua to be so fatigued over that one hundred million Mai yuan. After all, it’s not Fernandez who is ill, but only his uncle, "But you can rest assured, unless there’s a seventy percent chance, we won’t charge you money."

Fernandez thought for a moment, then got up, "I need to call my uncle, please wait a moment."

So let’s wait, Feng Jun thought this karma is significant and didn’t mind spending more time to handle this affair. Then he turned to Paul, "Can’t you find out if there’s another Stone Ring?"

Paul could only smile wryly; stuff from a hundred years ago, do you think it’s possible to trace its origins now?

Nonetheless, he stood up, "I’ll make a call and see if there’s any progress, but I’d recommend not to hold too much hope; it’s a matter too distant in history."

He also went to make a call, leaving Selena and Laura to chat with Sofia, talking back and forth until they ended up discussing how to go about building a Daoist Temple in Visigoth.

In fact, Selena had the idea of building a Daoist Temple, even if not a large one, a smaller one would do. If it can’t be built in Mai Nation, then do it in Bilu. But unfortunately, she has been away from Bilu for too long and has no influence there.

Soon after, Fernandez returned, stating that his uncle very much desired treatment, "He doesn’t need a seventy percent chance; just a ten percent chance is enough, and the fee is of no concern... yes, his will to survive is strong."

"Haha," Sofia laughed upon hearing this, but then quickly realized laughing like that wasn’t appropriate, so she nodded and spoke seriously, "Yes, if one can live, who would want to die?"

However, unexpectedly, Feng Jun shook his head, "Sorry, I won’t agree to anything below a seventy percent probability; we won’t treat even if paid; Luohua can’t afford that reputation."

This statement left everyone stunned. After a long pause, Selena spoke up, "Is it necessary? Which hospital dares to claim they can save everyone? Treating is good, but even if you can’t treat it, you should at least try."

Yet Feng Jun shook his head, "Sorry, Luohua is different from others. If we might not be able to treat it, then we won’t take the case."

The others exchanged glances, feeling somewhat helpless and thinking Mr. F’s idea was rather peculiar.

Laura wanted to persuade him but ultimately didn’t have the courage.

After a while, Paul returned, telling Feng Jun that he asked around and got no results, but someone would inquire, and roughly within half a day, there might be a final outcome.

Feng Jun naturally didn’t mind, having waited this long, half a day more wouldn’t make much difference.

Noticing the strange atmosphere, Paul asked a few questions and, upon understanding the situation, felt Feng Jun was being rather pretentious, "Mr. F, terminal patients enter hospitals, it’s normal not to be treatable, treating them would be an unexpected joy, someone is willing to give you money... why not take it?"

"Because the name Luohua represents miracles," Feng Jun replied earnestly, "There’s only us who won’t treat, if we take a case, then it must succeed... Don’t compare us to those garbage hospitals."

"Garbage hospitals," Paul shook his head in disbelief, knowing well the cancer of Fernandez’s uncle and even helping to find the hospitals; how could there be any garbage hospitals?

Fernandez remained somewhat unwilling, "Mr. F, how about this, just regard him as untreatable, terminal... he’s willing to spend a hundred million before dying to enjoy Luohua’s cancer care, is that possible?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and finally sighed, reluctantly answering, "No matter what, let him go to Luohua for a check-up first. We’ll discuss the specifics then."

He was indeed concerned about Luohua’s reputation, but if others didn’t care about life or death and were eager to offer money, he couldn’t be too stubborn, right?

So, this matter was settled. Fernandez felt his uncle’s health was too poor and wanted Luohua’s people to diagnose him in Visigoth, but Feng Jun firmly refused—Luohua never had a habit of providing home services.

He even told Sofia, "Introduce them to Luohua’s situation and the rules. It would be a shame for them to get turned away at the door just because they don’t understand the rules."

After speaking, he got up and left directly, saying not to wait for him for dinner.

Actually, he didn’t have much to do. He needed to put aside the Stone Rings matter temporarily since he still awaited news from Paul—although there was unlikely to be any result, what if?

So, waiting was necessary, but further contact with these people would make them more familiar, and he felt it wasn’t necessary to get too close, maintaining an appropriate distance was better.

That evening, Paul and the others, at the container hotel door of the Daoist Temple, treated Sofia to a Chinese dinner. During dessert, he casually asked, "Is this Mr. F the real owner of Luohua?"

Sofia shrugged, giving an ambiguous answer, "Why do you think that?"

"He should be," Selena confidently stated, as women’s instincts are generally sharp, "His many remarks directly define the nature of Luohua. If it were someone else, they wouldn’t be qualified to do so."

"Why bother with such trivial matters?" Sofia wasn’t going to give the correct answer anyway, "His promises are useful, and that’s enough. Is there any different meaning to investigate further?"

"Of course there is," Selena answered without hesitation, "If he truly is the owner of Luohua, I can also make him my guide."

Dream on! Sofia’s face darkened, giving her a sideways glance, "No one can casually join Luohua. You’re still a bit short."

Selena remained indifferent, replying, "If you can do it, then I certainly can too."

Sofia grew increasingly annoyed, but she didn’t continue arguing—is it meaningful to?

The next morning, Paul finally confirmed the news—nobody actually knew from whom the Stone Rings originated.

Feng Jun then gave up on this idea. From the antiques Paul brought, he picked out two copper coins, a silver dollar, and two badges, leaving the rest for Paul to take back.

He was sure that the items he picked weren’t the most valuable ones inside, but he didn’t need to choose the most valuable things. Choosing something with personality was more important, and Mr. Feng wasn’t short on money.

However, Paul insisted on not taking back the other antiques, saying that since you agreed to help Fernandez’s uncle, these items are my gesture—if you really don’t want them, I’ll donate them to Sofia.

Seeing his determination, Feng Jun let Sofia keep the other antiques, not forgetting to tell her that those vases were quite good, worth at least hundreds of thousands of Huaxia currency.

Sofia wasn’t surprised why Feng Jun had left such valuable items to her because she was very clear that for Feng Jun, money simply didn’t count for anything, and what money could buy didn’t count for much either.

Having settled this, Feng Jun made his way directly to the Alps Mountains. He wanted to ponder there what kind of surprise the fourth Stone Ring would bring him. Since its danger was uncertain, he thought testing it abroad in the mountains was better.

Three days later, he appeared in Luohua Manor with a slightly unhappy expression.

The feeling the fourth Stone Ring brought was rather vague. The only quantifiable aspect was the increased range for "nearby people" exploration—and it was different from previous increases.

The detection radius for the first Stone Ring was 30 meters, the second was 60 meters, and the third was 120 meters. Now, the fourth had directly increased to 1,200 meters.

Of course, the exploration radius for objects had also increased to 12,000 meters. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

In theory, with such a surge, Feng Jun should be satisfied. He could easily sense shallow minerals.

But he still felt a bit dissatisfied. The attributes increased during the past two times could roughly be described as space and time. This time it had reached the fourth ring, yet it only increased some distance, somewhat falling short of his expectations.

However, in fact, Feng Jun knew the increase wasn’t just this. But speaking of specific additions, he couldn’t summarize them yet. He had a feeling that the time axis had lengthened, and spatial perception had strengthened.

With the Golden Finger, he would have to explore slowly.