There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 119 - 75: Real-world Simulation Deployment (5.6K)_3

Chapter 119: Chapter 75: Real-world Simulation Deployment (5.6K)_3

It’s not that they want to test Zhang Feng, but rather an instinctive move to protect themselves.

Besides them, there were a few others who didn’t come due to dinner engagements or because they didn’t understand the purpose of tonight, and didn’t want to risk themselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, uncles and aunties."

The owner greeted everyone with a smile upon entering.

"Come sit down, young nephew."

"Why did you call us over?"

"Is the gentleman next to you Zhang Feng, Master Zhang?"

"Yes." The owner quickly introduced, "This is..."

"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng glanced at them briefly, looking around at the surrounding bodyguards,

"I know all of you presidents are busy.

Therefore, to prevent leaving a bad impression of the owner with all of you.

I’ll be brief. Today, I’m looking to invite all of you to invest.

I also understand that there needs to be benefit in everything."

Zhang Feng then looked towards a president who was closest to him.

He stood straight next to the sofa.

"I know a bit about medicine."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he walked directly towards the man.

"Mr. Zhang." The two bodyguards beside the president politely extended their arms to obstruct him.

"What’s he trying to do?" Zhang Feng’s odd behavior caught everyone’s attention.

Wow—

Zhang Feng gently extended his hand, sending the two towering bodyguards sprawling, and before the president could react, he used a clever move to tap above his temple.

The president’s head tilted, looking a bit puzzled, but then he surprisingly looked at Zhang Feng and said, "My head doesn’t feel dizzy anymore?"

"It’s not dizziness."

Zhang Feng retracted his hand and stood upright, "When I saw your body slanting, your pupils were vibrating, indicating that your ear rocks were displaced.

They’ve already been repositioned, but try not to stay up late in the coming days."

"Was he just treating an illness?"

"Is it cured just like that?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, feeling the treatment was too fast, too fast like a rehearsed script?

But they also knew that this dizzy president was a logistics mogul in the province, and there was no need for him to play-act with them here.

After all, whether Zhang Feng was amazing or not, they would know by testing him.

Most of them had some physical discomfort more or less.

Even if they felt okay, they still wished they wouldn’t get sick in the future.

"Traditional Chinese medicine talks about observation, listening, questioning, and feeling, but not this fast, right?" An old man stood up then, looking at Zhang Feng with a questing yet somewhat expectant gaze,

"I’ve had some leg problems recently, Zhang Feng... Doctor Zhang, could you take a look?"

The old man understood a bit about medicine, seeing that Zhang Feng seemed to have some ability.

To determine whether he really had it, he would have to see for himself.

"Sit." Zhang Feng gestured for him to sit down. Subsequently, he sat next to him, searched through his pant legs, and pinched simultaneously using overclocking resonance, tapping on the side of his shin bone.

"Common muscle strain." Zhang Feng tapped several times to relax and repair the injured muscle, then stood up, "There’s also some inflammation, but just apply some medicine and it will be fine.

Also, don’t walk for long periods the next couple of days."

"This fast? Even acupuncture isn’t that miraculous," the old man moved his leg, realizing it truly didn’t hurt anymore.

"Miracle doctor?"

"A skilled healer!"

’Wasn’t it said Master Zhang is a fighter? How is he a miracle doctor?’

Seeing the old man’s surprised expression, everyone knew Zhang Feng performed some magic again, treating another patient.

Similarly, if Zhang Feng were a fighter, these presidents might not care much, at most keeping their distance, avoiding taking any personal risks. frёewebηovel.cѳm

But if he could heal and cure, demonstrating prowess in restoration, it wasn’t just powerful; it was ’hard to buy good health even with thousands of gold!’

For a moment, all the presidents were casting scorching glances toward Zhang Feng.

After treating the old man, Zhang Feng then looked at a president nearby.

"That’s President Xu." The owner excitedly introduced, feeling he gained great face!

"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded calmly, then looked at the person, "Next, President Xu."

"Yes... I am President Xu!" President Xu raised his hand twice in response, then hastily waved his hand, "No, no, no! Master Zhang, brother Zhang! You can just call me Xiaoxu!"

"President Xu is too polite." Zhang Feng shook his head, then beckoned him to come over.

President Xu jogged over, full of smiles, "Thank you, Brother Zhang!"

"I haven’t treated you yet, don’t be in a hurry." As Zhang Feng spoke, he placed his palm on President Xu’s front chest while the other hand found and tapped skillfully on his left lung.

"Cough..." President Xu let out a muffled cough, opening his mouth.

Zhang Feng observed his mouth and tongue,

"You have internal injuries, a deficiency of heart and spleen’s energy and blood. It’s essential to clear heat, relieve irritability, and nourish blood.

I will tell you the medicine, listen carefully."

"Okay! Okay!" President Xu swiftly took out his phone, meticulously listening to every word Zhang Feng said.

"Master Zhang!"

"Miracle doctor Zhang!"

The other presidents were not to be outdone, raising their hands in place, hoping for Miracle Doctor Zhang to prescribe medicine and treat them.

...

One hour later.

"Master Zhang, take care!"

"Master Zhang, call me sometime when you’re free, I’ll take you to our company for a visit!"

"Thank you, Miracle Doctor Zhang! Thank you!"

"Brother Zhang, travel safe!"

Currently, at the club entrance, a group of presidents with different temperaments stood in front of a business van, bidding farewell to Zhang Feng and the owner.

This scene, and the smiling faces of these domineering presidents, intrigued the club service staff inside, wondering which high-profile individual sat in the business van.

Meanwhile.

In the backseat of the business van.

"Master Zhang! Incredible!" The owner marveled at Zhang Feng, not expecting him to close the deal without drinking a drop of alcohol.

A total investment of three hundred million!

The condition was that they could visit Zhang Feng’s home when they were sick.

Additionally, this three hundred million wasn’t purely for medical purposes, but for a new concept of ’big data martial arts training’.

Moreover, with Zhang Feng, the skilled healer and fighter, all presidents were hopeful.

But being a businessman at heart, the owner suggested:

"Master Zhang, here’s what I’m thinking.

Considering the necessity for purchasing equipment, we should buy the necessary equipment.

However, for larger facilities that are expensive, placing them there every day incurs several hundred to several thousand in depreciation, constantly leaking money.

Therefore, what if I contact personnel from other institutions?

For instance, other institutions have human testing projects but lack our complete machinery.

In this case, we could reach some business agreements.

If they can’t test a project, they can send it to us, and we can charge according to usage?"

"Alright." Zhang Feng totally agreed with this proposal, "The more people use it, the better; outsiders are also a part of big data martial arts training."

If possible.

Zhang Feng actually hoped for free nationwide usage.

But this request seemed unrealistic.

Despite having another consideration, when the first trainee practiced resonance, gaining this clear and unimaginable power.

It might be the officials reaching out, spreading globally, creating a real sense of ’big data martial arts training’ with efficiency at its peak.

When they connected to him.

If Zhang Feng could awaken his spirit and elevate his constitution to over 40, at that point, he wouldn’t need to bother with trivial complexities.

At that time.

Zhang Feng’s only goal would be to expand worldwide big data martial arts training, sparking a cultivation wave, thereby benefiting from it.

...

In the following days, each president began contacting familiar manufacturers or past acquaintances, initiating the equipment purchase for the martial arts club in ’Zhou City’.

Zhou City is where Zhang Feng resides.

The martial arts club here also serves as the first experimental point.

Seven days unknowingly passed.

Zhang Feng continued like usual, practicing martial arts when needed, instructing his apprentices when necessary.

But the club gradually received many pieces of equipment.

Subsequent actions included installing and debugging, with imports needing time before delivery.

The funds came quickly, and the presidents were generous.

However, acquiring quality goods, the incoming installation and deliveries would require time.

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