To be honest, Feng Jun initially didn’t want to take this case, but since his family elevated it to the level of "promoting the Daoist Sects," he couldn’t just ignore it.
After pondering for about half a minute, he nodded, "Alright, I’ll take on my family’s face, but rember to tell those two not to talk nonsense."
The two of them agreed readily, but inevitably, there was still so suspicion in their hearts—does this an they don’t want us communicating with others?
After all, they’re two people with billions worth of assets, and they’ve heard all sorts of strange things before, so this suspicion isn’t entirely unfounded.
However, because they are well-inford, their doubts eased significantly the mont they saw the Rehabilitation Center.
At the entrance of the Rehabilitation Center, there were two minibuses parked, with four young n standing beside them. They looked unremarkable, but the aura of confidence and strength they exuded was sothing ordinary people couldn’t mimic.
One of the guys even stepped forward to block Feng Jun, with a very stiff smile on his face, "President Feng, sorry to bother you. Could I ask what’s going on with these two?"
Feng Jun furrowed his brow slightly, speaking with a hint of impatience, "Cancer patients, what’s the matter?"
The guy maintained his rigid smile, clearly making an effort to show goodwill, but unfortunately, his facial muscles weren’t cooperating—he really wasn’t good at this, "Is it appropriate to let them in here?"
He didn’t think so. The place was reserved, with sixteen heroes and three connected people among the nineteen patients, so bringing two more in—who would ensure their safety?
Feng Jun’s expression changed instantly, "This is the Stroke Rehabilitation Center operated by a family mber, Ren Zhiyuan. He lent the place to . Whether it’s appropriate or not, I decide. What do you an by interfering?"
The two patients who ca with Feng Zhizhang exchanged a glance, understanding what was going on—it seed to be a rather mysterious unit.
One of them was slightly hesitant. Ordinary people don’t want to ss with these folks who have an air of mystery.
But the other one directly burst out—for cancer, it’s certainly necessary to be assertive. He muttered under his breath, "No matter what unit it is, can they stop us from getting treatnt?"
However, they really did try to stop them, though... the attitude wasn’t too bad—considering their responsibilities, their behavior was quite kind. He lowered his voice, "Our patients’ identities are too sensitive to withstand any incidents."
Feng Jun nodded sternly, "Yes, because they’re sensitive, you think you can righteously create incidents for ?"
The guy was suddenly at a loss for words when another person approached, with bright, sharp eyes, obviously a shrewd person.
He smiled and spoke, "Boss Feng, it was agreed on one treatnt session for twenty, but with nineteen plus two... it’s exceeded."
Feng Jun cleared his throat and answered seriously, "Twenty is your quota; how many I additionally treat is my business."
The person was left speechless, stunned for a mont before he spoke, "But... if you have more treatnt capacity..."
Feng Jun turned his head slightly, looking at him leisurely without speaking—I’ll see what you can co up with, have you no sha?
So, the person was put in a tough spot. If it were soone else in front of him, he might dare to say it—limited resources should certainly be preferentially given to important people.
But he couldn’t say it directly in front of Feng Jun—the latter’s temper was too foul.
So he said nothing, waiting for the other party to understand on his own.
Unfortunately, Feng Jun simply refused to get it.
Both of them stared at each other for a while before Feng Jun squinted his eyes and spoke, "If I have more treatnt capacity, then... so what?"
The person sighed and spoke helplessly, "Isn’t it obvious? Why make say it out loud?"
"I just don’t understand," Feng Jun squinted his eyes, speaking slowly, "Let think... you’re saying that if I have more capacity, I should emigrate abroad to make big money?"
The person was instantly dumbfounded, thinking that these people outside the system really are beyond control and leave you speechless.
So he sighed and compromised, "We need to first investigate these two’s identities."
He felt he had made a significant concession, but Feng Jun glanced back at Feng Zhizhang, "What do you an, family? Or... should I go with you to Xuande Cave Heaven for treatnt? I can let this place be."
The guy was almost scared to death hearing this—are you going to ’let this place be’?
But Feng Zhizhang wasn’t that blunt, instead, he looked at the two he brought, "What do you two think?"
The two hadn’t yet expressed their opinion when a family mber who ca with them spoke up, "Then just go back for treatnt, why bother looking at others’ faces?"
"Don’t talk nonsense," one of the patients stated, "Investigate if they must, there’s nothing shaful about my identity."
Ultimately, they realized who these people were, aning it would already be excellent to receive treatnt from them. If they really took the doctor away from these people... the consequences weren’t sothing they could bear.
Their identities indeed had no issues and could withstand scrutiny.
During this period, the ssage was reported to the higher authorities.
However, reporting it was useless; if Feng Jun wanted to treat soone, who could stop him?
Half an hour later, the two patients successfully checked in, and no one further obstructed.
At this point, they also knew what level of treatnt they could receive. Before entering the building, they held Feng Zhizhang’s hand, continually expressing gratitude and promising to rebuild the hall once they recovered, and so on.
After the two moved in, Feng Zhizhang stayed in the manor for a night and left the next day.
Just as he drove out of that huge construction site, he saw soone ahead signaling him to stop.
Seeing this, Feng Zhizhang slowed down and gradually parked the car on the side.
Then, two people approached, one of whom he had seen yesterday.
Their attitude was quite amicable, and the one t yesterday spoke with a smile, "Daoist Feng of Mount Taibai, right? I’ve heard a lot about you..."
These two were here to ask Feng Zhizhang to recomnd a few treatnt quotas—Feng Jun is hard to talk to, so they could approach soone else.
After listening, Feng Zhizhang hurriedly smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Sorry, I really can’t help with this. Boss Feng helping out is already honoring as a family mber. If I assist you, wouldn’t that be scheming against him?"
The person on the other side got angry and spoke in a sinister tone, "So you only fear him and not us?"
"I’m afraid of everyone," Feng Zhizhang smiled indifferently, "How about this... I call Boss Feng and ask if he can afford to offend you?"
The one who issued the threat was speechless for a mont, then gave a thumbs up, "Alright, you’re tough. We’ll see about that."
Feng Zhizhang laughed nonchalantly again, "It’s not about being tough; it’s you who are ignorant... You don’t understand at all how terrifying he truly is."
As he spoke, he opened the door and got into the car, starting the engine. "I advise you, having twenty quotas is already very good."
In the Earth Realm, treatnts were ongoing, while on the Mobile Phone Plane, Feng Jun occasionally appeared and had so gains—Gong Yannan had managed to obtain so more Parasitic Insects for him, like the Hemostasis Gu and the Hypnosis Gu.
An Yuhong and Gong Yiyun’s cultivation was also progressing smoothly.
Feng Jun planned to leave White Pebble Beach. He wanted to wander around the Cultivation World and then return to Mount Zhige.
Kong Ziyi had already clearly expressed her wish to train with him for a while. If she left, An Yuhong would definitely follow.
Gong Yannan also wanted to go along, but he had promised Feng Jun to help look after White Pebble Beach and Qingfeng Ridge. So, he arranged for his grandnephew to travel with Feng Jun, and also to let the Masters Feng, Kong, and An look after him.
By this ti, Master Gong also fully realized that in the ordinary cultivator society, the phenonon of the strong oppressing the weak was not uncommon. However, these few didn’t care about small amounts of money at all. His grandnephew should be safe with them.
Upon hearing they were leaving, not only Du Wentian but also cultivators like Gao Tao, Master Tu, and Master Duan rushed to White Pebble Beach to see them off. Steward Gao assured that with him at Mingsha Fang Market, White Pebble Beach would be fine.
Feng Jun’s primary target was initially Thunder Plains, but halfway there, while resting at Fang Market, soone ca to et him.
The visitor was an executor from Tiantong, claiming to be sent by Huang Fu Wuxia. Chairman Huang Fu was attending the Mundance Communication Deliberative Assembly and couldn’t spare the effort, so he entrusted him to tell Feng Jun to prepare 300,000 tons of wheat as soon as possible.
As for the reason... there was another riot on the Chaos Plane, urgently needing food supplies.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun felt a bit frustrated. In this unfamiliar Fang Market, where could he find 300,000 tons of wheat?
Of course, he could transport wheat from the Earth Realm, but there wasn’t even a warehouse here.
He did have a gigantic Storage Bag, but it was filled with 360,000 cubic ters of crude oil.
Otherwise, he was thinking of going back to Mount Zhige. Besides those Destiny Stones, he had managed it the longest, with several large warehouses. Forget 300,000 tons of wheat, even 800,000 tons could fit.
Seeing his troubled face, Kong Ziyi couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong? Need help?"
"I am..." Feng Jun hesitated for a mont and still looked towards the executor from Tiantong, "Steward Wang, I want to buy a huge Storage Bag that can hold 800,000 tons of wheat. How many Spirit Stones?"
Steward Wang was startled to hear this, "Such a large Storage Bag would cost at least six or seven hundred thousand Spirit Stones, and it might not be available... Are you sure you want it?"
"Hold on," Kong Ziyi spoke up. She looked at Feng Jun, asking in surprise, "Isn’t the one I gave you big enough?"
"It’s big enough," Feng Jun laughed as he replied, "But that one is used to store crude oil, which has a strong sll. Using it to store grain... doesn’t seem quite appropriate."
"Then use mine for now," Kong Ziyi took out another Storage Bag with a smile and handed it to him, "This is empty, kept for ergencies. Use it and return it to once you’re done... Once we reach Thunder Plains, I’ll find a way to get you another Storage Bag."
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