Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 467 - : Ensure Immortality First

Chapter 467: Chapter 467: Ensure Immortality First

Facing Feng Jun’s question, the woman nodded firmly, “I can make the decision, it was my daughter who took the poison.”

Feng Jun glanced at the short and chubby young man, then at the woman, “He said the patient was his sister… Is this your son?”

When the woman mentioned something that was beside the point, she seemed somewhat more stable, “This is my elder sister-in-law’s child, he calls me Aunt.”

Cousins, Feng Jun nodded, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the short and chubby young man, “Transfer two million first… Once the money is in, I’ll open the door for you.”

The short and chubby young man looked at him, thought for a moment, and then went out, hiding behind the guard post to make a call.

Yet the woman just looked at him, her gaze complex, and remained silent.

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Before long, with a light “ding,” the mobile banking app on Feng Jun’s phone indicated that two million had been deposited.

He went to the fridge to get an ice cream bar, eating it while instructing, “Open the door, your vehicle can only stop two hundred meters from the entrance, no moving forward… Do you understand?”

At this point, whatever he said would be obeyed. The short and chubby young man and woman both nodded silently.

The luxury bus stopped two hundred meters away, Feng Jun boarded it and saw it was a modified bus, with twelve leather sofa seats in the front, a circular leather sofa in the middle for meetings or dining, and the table was actually a converted automatic mahjong machine.

The sofas could be reclined into beds to sleep on.

Further back was a small kitchenette where one could cook, complete with an exhaust hood.

Even further back were two restrooms, one of which included a full bathroom.

At the rear of the bus was a lounge room, as wide as the bus with a length of nearly two and a half meters, spacious enough for seven or eight people to roll around on.

This bus is not bad! A tinge of envy arose in Feng Jun’s heart. He was reluctant to expend his limited life on worldly pleasures, but even so, the luxury of the motorhome made him lament: They really know how to enjoy life.

“Master, do you like this vehicle?” the short and chubby young man, adept at reading the room, said, “This is a friend’s car. If you can cure my sister, I’ll give it to you.”

Feng Jun did not want to be the kind of person who “says no with their mouth, but their body tells the truth,” so he simply nodded indifferently, “Hmm.”

There were actually quite a few people on the bus, about a dozen, but most of them were medical staff.

The girl who had ingested Paraquat was lying on the circular sofa, skinny and frail, with her hands, feet, and waist all secured. She was roughly one meter sixty-five tall but looked to weigh less than ninety pounds.

She wore a breathing mask over her nose and mouth, her eyes closed, and the rise and fall of her chest was extremely faint. In fact, she wasn’t even wearing a bra, just a tiny camisole, making her body’s contours plainly visible.

A thin towel blanket, with blue and white stripes, covered her body—after all, the air conditioning was on in the bus and the temperature was not high.

Because her body was secured, there were various wires and tubes inserted into her, and there was equipment like oscillographs beside her.

Feng Jun observed for a while, then turned to look at the girl’s mother, “A pretty young girl… How could she not think things through?”

This was no idle compliment; in fact, although the girl was at death’s door, it was apparent that she was indeed beautiful.

At his words, the woman’s tears began to roll down her cheeks again.

“A young girl of sixteen or seventeen,” the short and chubby young man sighed, “was following a series, and my Aunt wouldn’t let her watch it. Then in a blink of an eye, she drank Paraquat to get her phone back…”

“What?” Feng Jun found it a bit unbelievable. She drank Paraquat just because she was not allowed to follow a series? “She’s a typical problematic child.”

The woman’s tears became more torrential, as if a dam had burst.

The young man’s mouth twitched, “Isn’t that the case? But at that age… we all went through it, didn’t we? A girl needs to be raised in comfort, right?”

“Raised in comfort?” Feng Jun looked at him strangely, “But that doesn’t mean she should be drinking Paraquat as much as she wants, does it?”

The woman spoke through sobs, “Mas… Master, can we… shall we treat the child first?”

Feng Jun glanced at her impatiently, “Aside from anything else, I need to understand her will to live first. If she doesn’t want to live, then all efforts are in vain, and even if she’s cured, she’ll still want to die… isn’t that the case?”

“Not anymore, not anymore,” the woman hastily shook her head, and then, the tears flowed once again, “After she got her phone back, she was quite happy, but when she heard that Paraquat couldn’t be treated, she kept saying she was wrong…”

This was a classic story of a problematic child. The girl wanted to follow a series, but her mother disapproved.

The girl was a good student, sixteen years old this year, and had already been promised a guaranteed spot at Peking University, making Feng Jun look like a poor student by comparison.

Her mother was not worried about her studies being affected, but about her eyesight being damaged. After repeated warnings, she finally confiscated the mobile phone.

The girl struggled, grew indignant, and resisted in every way, until, during an outing, she got hold of a bottle of pesticide.

She was also very clever; she drank it only after returning—since their home was not far from a hospital.

But her mother was not at home, and she didn’t know how dangerous Paraquat was, which led to a delay in time.

While being treated, she happily expressed that she just wanted to watch the series, and her mother didn’t need to worry about her studies.

The result does not need to be mentioned. While lying on the hospital bed and looking at her phone, she received the notification—untreatable, unless a lung transplant was performed!

She didn’t want a lung transplant, not to mention whether a matching lung could be found, but just thinking about a beautiful girl having her chest cut open—the future was nothing but endless disaster.

But later, even wanting a transplant became difficult for her.

After taking the medicine for four days, she said through tears to her mother, “Mom, I don’t want to die~”

If there is a next life, I will never read Cat’s Cradle’s books again, nor chase after “Fighter of the Destiny.”

Uh… Not chasing Korean dramas? Feng Jun felt a liking for the girl in his heart. If it had been Korean dramas she was obsessed with, he would have felt disgusted for a while.

In the end, Feng Jun spoke up, “It’s just you who have been talking; what does the child’s father think?”

The woman’s tears fell again.

The short and chubby youth said that the child’s father was no longer around, and it was not easy for the aunt to take care of the child alone.

It was then that Feng Jun understood why the person who had negotiated with him at first was not the child’s immediate relative.

After roughly grasping the situation, he unconsciously tapped on the “People Nearby” feature again—although he was reluctant to take on such things, since he had taken it on, he was definitely going to cure her.

Looking at “People Nearby,” his eyes brightened once more. Jianggui Physique?

Not to mention anything else, but just for this constitution, he was determined to save her, another Cultivation companion.

So he didn’t hurry to start the treatment and instead got out of the car and gestured towards Men Gang, “Come on, take off the wheels of their car.”

Taking the wheels off a luxury bus was quite a difficult task, especially those with dual wheels.

The short and chubby youth was a bit puzzled. “Master, what does this mean?”

Dwarf Hill Post smiled at him, “Just be happy about it, the master is letting you stay in the manor. But… you are not allowed to get out of the bus!”

That was indeed what Feng Jun meant. The bus was well equipped, and they could carry on with their daily life on it without leaving the bus to solve the problems of eating, drinking, and sleeping. Therefore, he could conduct the treatment on the spot without taking people to the villa.

But letting the bus stay here indefinitely was not a solution either. After all, the bus had wheels and fuel, and currently, it was inside the mountain gate, free to go wherever it wanted.

However, keeping the bus outside the mountain gate was also inappropriate… What would other people think when they saw it?

So initially, he had the bus drive in about two hundred meters—to advance or to retreat, all options open.

Now he felt it was time to act, which meant removing the wheels of the bus—make them stay put.

Whatever permissions or promises from the other party, he would not believe them. It’s better to trust his own judgment.

He glanced at Dwarf Hill Post. “Watch them. They are not allowed to leave the bus. I permit no entrance.”

The short and chubby youth was immediately stunned. There were more than a dozen people on the bus. He believed that if everyone wanted to get off, the mere two Men Gangs would definitely not be able to stop them.

But then he looked at the remote setting and felt the other party’s presence. It seemed better to behave—The owner of Luohua Manor was not easy to deal with, famed far and wide.

So he waved to the medical staff, “Then, I’ll have to trouble everyone to bear with it. Besides the original expenses, here… one hundred per person per hour, consider it a token of my gratitude.”

The medical staff had no objection. Obviously, they were originally hired at a high salary, and now to accept some restrictions was not a problem.

The tall Men Gang heard this and felt jealous. “If the bus runs out of fuel, remember to find us.”

Although the bus’s movement was now restricted, the air conditioning in the vehicle needed to stay on due to the hot weather, also consuming fuel.

The short and chubby youth, without a second word, took out a thousand yuan from his bag and handed it to the short Men Gang. “A little something for your trouble with the wheels.”

Dwarf Hill Post didn’t take his money but looked towards Feng Jun instead.

Feng Jun casually waved his hand and said, “Take it. If they need to buy anything, you two run the errands for them. It’s okay to go down for a smoke, just keep an eye on them and don’t let them wander around the manor.”

The two Men Gangs and two young men from the bus went down to remove the tires, while Feng Jun approached the girl, knelt down, and took her pulse, squinting his eyes.

He took her pulse for a full ten minutes before standing up and looking at the woman. “One Antidote Pill is not enough; it’s going to take two.”

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“No problem,” the woman nodded decisively, her eyes radiating with hope, “Can you cure her?”

“With two Antidote Pills, plus some basic treatment…” Feng Jun paused, “I guarantee she won’t die.”

“Won’t die?” The woman’s eyes shone even brighter. “Can you guarantee it?”

“I guarantee that she won’t die from paraquat poisoning for the next ten years,” Feng Jun answered with precision and caution, “But for other reasons, or after ten years, I don’t guarantee she will be alive.”

The woman felt a bit dazed, thought carefully for a moment, then asked again, “So you can only guarantee she won’t die, but… you can’t cure her completely, right?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded, “Her lungs have already become more than half fibrotic, and this process is irreversible.”

(Update here, calling for monthly tickets.)