Moreover, he had already established a very impressive image in her mind; if he refused this matter, it would make him appear petty, striking harshly at a rival in love.
Sure enough, lying isn’t easy, especially for soone who brags and doesn’t want their bluff called—there’s a whole systematic project that follows.
"Alright, I’ll think of a way."
In the end, Chen Feng could only agree, hoping that his Lucky Attribute would co into play again.
"That’s good." Guo ngyao felt relieved seeing Chen Feng agree. No matter what, she was still a woman; she had once been in love with Li Kewei, and seeing his current poor state in prison, she couldn’t help but feel so pity.
"Chen Feng, I’m really grateful to you this ti; how should I repay you?"
Just after discussing the serious matters, Guo ngyao began to flirt with Chen Feng.
Cooperatively, Chen Feng said, "Then repay with your body."
"You’re annoying! That doesn’t count."
"Then just unlock a few new pieces of knowledge for ; last ti I discovered your knowledge is quite rich."
"You’re so annoying, can’t you say sothing serious?"
"Sothing serious, hmm..."
Just as Chen Feng was about to say sothing, his head suddenly felt dizzy, his body swayed, and he fell directly onto the bed, feeling a liquid trickling from his nose. Instinctively, he reached up to touch it, only to find his hand full of blood...
A nosebleed, and dizziness. Is this the brain cancer acting up?!
Chen Feng’s heart suddenly accelerated, or was perhaps already racing.
At this mont, Chen Feng was more panicked than ever; he felt the scythe of death looming over him.
Originally, after being diagnosed with a terminal illness and getting divorced, life was getting better and better, with one beauty after another appearing, and the enjoynt of spirit, material, and body far surpassing before.
And now, he was dizzy, with a persistent nosebleed, the terminal illness rearing its head.
So, what’s next? Will he suddenly die on the spot?
"Chen Feng! Chen Feng! Why aren’t you speaking? Hey..."
At so point, the phone had already fallen onto the quilt, transmitting Guo ngyao’s voice, sounding both distant and near.
At this mont, he couldn’t afford to continue the conversation with her.
The thumping of his heartbeat seed to sound right in his ear.
Blood kept pouring out of his nose, as if it wouldn’t stop.
Chen Feng instinctively wiped it with a hand, both hands turning into bloody hands.
Fortunately, though his head was dizzy and buzzing, his consciousness remained relatively clear, and he could still move. He imdiately reached over, grabbed a pack of tissues from the bedside table, and began to wipe the flowing nosebleed.
A few minutes later, the nosebleed finally stopped, with the ground littered with blood-stained tissues.
Chen Feng’s head was still sowhat dizzy, but slightly better than before.
This sowhat relieved Chen Feng since at least he wasn’t dead yet.
He almost called for an ambulance earlier but ultimately held back. The reason was simple—it would be useless even if he called.
If he were to die, then so be it. But if he didn’t die, it would only cause his family to find out about his terminal illness and worry, causing them distress.
This sudden dizziness, nosebleed, and accelerated heartbeat were undoubtedly symptoms of his terminal illness; he hadn’t had these symptoms before, which seed sowhat abnormal.
But why had these symptoms disappeared after his divorce and only now co back?
What caused this change?
Chen Feng’s mind cleared, and after careful thought, he quickly deduced the key point.
It was because during his recent trip to Guang City, he hadn’t absorbed the intangible energy from calligraphy and paintings for three to four days in a row. Occasionally, there was even a day at ho when he didn’t absorb it.
Additionally, he had been busy with Guo ngyao’s affairs, his uncle’s matters, and buying property recently.
In short, there were a lot of things.
Subsequently, the dizziness and nosebleed incident occurred.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng imdiately went to the wardrobe, took out a painting he hadn’t fully absorbed, scrutinized it, and quickly ditated to start absorbing.
About an hour later, Chen Feng had fully absorbed the energy of this painting and erged from his ditative state.
He then miraculously found that all the previous discomforts in his body had vanished.
Chen Feng was overjoyed, it could be inferred that absorbing the intangible energy in calligraphy and paintings was beneficial to his terminal illness. If not a cure, it certainly had a suppressive and delaying effect to so extent.
The importance of these calligraphies and paintings was reconfird, elevating their significance further in Chen Feng’s mind.
Previously, he had been collecting them with a "what if" ntality, plus absorbing the energy genuinely made him feel better. Now that their effect had been verified, he had begun to truly value them.
At the sa ti, Chen Feng’s spirits were lifted because he had finally found a lifeline, a shred of hope for survival.
Chen Feng imdiately contacted the few calligraphers and photographers he’d befriended before, inquiring if they had any new works.
This year, he hadn’t contacted them at all when he went ho for the New Year.
One reason being he still had plenty of stock; another being he hadn’t regarded it as highly important.
After asking around, two of them quickly responded and even sent new work images and videos per his request.
He was quite lucky, as Chen Feng found two pieces matching his requirents and imdiately expressed his interest in purchasing. After so haggling, both parties happily reached an agreent.
Chen Feng promptly transferred the agreed sums—150,000 for one, 80,000 for the other, done without hesitation.
The two were just as accommodating, promising to mail the pieces first thing the following morning.
Chen Feng provided them with his address at Red Villa Bay in Xiu Zhou, having decided to return to Xiu Zhou the next day.
Originally, he considered staying a few more days until the new car detailing shop over here completed its renovation and officially opened.
But now he was eager to return to Xiu Zhou to absorb as much energy from these calligraphic and photographic works as possible, hoping for a miracle to cure his terminal illness.
Having found a glimr of hope for life, other matters seed less important to Chen Feng.
So, even though Chen Feng experienced a near-death-like feeling that night, losing quite a bit of nosebleed, his mood was exceptionally good.
After securing the two new pieces, he finally felt at ease to call Guo ngyao, offering a brief explanation that his phone had fallen into the toilet and just got it working again.
Guo ngyao believed him and giggled, asking what brand the phone was that had such good quality.
Chen Feng laughed and said that the brand wasn’t important, luck was; many phones advertised as waterproof that got subrged ended up broken while so without such claims survived a dunking.
It’s really a matter of luck!
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