"Alright," Feng Jun agreed imdiately upon hearing about the Huaxia antiques, "Got pictures?"
"Pictures... I actually don’t have any," Paul chuckled bitterly, realizing he might be dealing with a Huaxia nationalist.
Huaxia porcelain once captivated the West, so even though most Huaxia artifacts aren’t particularly valuable to the people of Mai Nation, Huaxia porcelain is still worth collecting, which is why he has so in his collection.
But these are just collectibles; he wasn’t planning on selling them nor did he think they were extrely precious, so why take photos?
Of course, he dared not say this to a nationalist, so he refrained from explaining.
Feng Jun nodded, "Alright, send them to the Daoist Temple in Amstan, Australia later. Got it?"
He was not interested in boasting about his prowess or letting others know of his background, so sending it to Sofia was the best option.
As for whether the other party would follow through, he didn’t really care—once you’ve investigated the Daoist Temple in Amstan, if you still dare not follow through, then I salute you for being gutsy.
However, the other’s reaction was unexpected; Paul was first taken aback, then his eyes lit up, "Sofia?"
"Huh," it was Feng Jun’s turn to be surprised, "You actually know her?"
"I know her but not well," Paul chuckled bitterly, then slowly closed his eyes, looking pained, "The Jansen Family is larger than mine, but we’re not too far apart... t a few tis at parties, she’s a dazzling Ming Zhu."
Actually, he knew far more than he let on; Sofia’s rebellious actions were a well-known anecdote in the upper circles—no matter the country, the elite of upper society is always just a small crowd.
So Paul knew Sofia was declared an apostate by the church and caused quite a stir with the FBI, eventually successfully escaping Mai Nation to Australia and establishing a Daoist Temple, frequently showcasing miracles.
Among young people in high society, she enjoyed great popularity; many secretly admired her. Don’t be fooled by the silence that followed her departure from Mai Nation, never being ntioned afterward, because many quietly followed her every move.
"Good that you know," upon hearing that this guy knew Sofia, Feng Jun felt the task beca much easier, "Bring all the Huaxia antiques over, I’ll take what I need, and you can bring back the rest."
"No need, I’m donating them all," Paul was insightful: Sofia was already intimidating, and soone associated with Sofia who is a Huaxia citizen, that’s not soone to provoke lightly. Who knows how long this storm will last; he certainly didn’t want to be kicked out.
Feng Jun didn’t bother to argue further, lifting the down jacket and blanket off him, squatting down, picked up his right leg, gave it a sharp shake, then a pull, followed by a casual shove. A muffled "crack" sounded, loud enough that Fernandez heard it.
Paul shivered in pain, his upper body jerking upwards, "Oh ho ho ho~~~"
"Alright," Feng Jun stood up, paused before speaking again, "Warm up in the tent for a while."
Paul had been feeling quite cold, even thinking he woke from freezing—he wasn’t covered lightly, but lying on just a single blanket felt especially chilly.
So he propped himself up with his hands and actually stood up, "Huh? My leg... it’s better?"
He couldn’t help but marvel at the other’s prowess; earlier he doubted he might have a hip dislocation but after trying, his right leg couldn’t move; he could feel the cold and pain, but it wouldn’t budge.
Now he could just stand effortlessly, genuinely admiring: no wonder he’s soone who can associate with Sofia!
Fernandez’s eyes widened with surprise: dislocated hip... healed just like that?
He knew a fair bit about dislocations; they’re easy to treat but if not done correctly, might leave so sequela — it might not affect daily life, but the strength exertion could feel unnatural.
That’s not even the main point; the main thing is that such treatnt requires great strength, and depends on the patient’s physique.
Fernandez was well aware of Paul’s physical condition: despite being slightly chubby, he kept fit for years, with a low body fat rate.
Setting such a person’s joint is quite challenging, especially considering it’s the hip joint, which is even tougher.
He thought Mr. F would surely call him for help if he wanted to set the bone—no way could one person handle it, maybe even Selena and Laura would need to hold Paul down.
But now... just resolved so easily?
"Be careful," Feng Jun gave a light cough, "Your dislocation wasn’t long-standing, but since it’s just reset, don’t exert yourself unnecessarily, you should rest it for at least half a month, and a hundred days later for normal activities, got it?"
"Rember, thank you Mr. F," Paul actually hopped towards the tent, carrying blankets and a down jacket, looking a bit comical.
But he wasn’t simply hopping; after all, hopping too hard would make his head hurt, so it was kind of a... hobbling hop?
As soon as he entered the tent, he had just grabbed the tent’s zipper when blood started gushing out from his collarbone.
Turns out he had a wound here, which had already stopped bleeding, but with this hopping, not only did the wound crack open, a mildly damaged artery completely burst, directly spraying blood all over the tent.
The two girls in the tent weren’t dical students; they couldn’t help but scream at the sight, especially Laura, who was utterly flustered and instinctively called out to Fernandez, "Fern, co save Paul... He’s going to die."
Selena was a bit more composed. For the Wind Chasing Clan, encountering accidental injuries wasn’t uncommon, so everyone had had so first aid training. She scread, "I’ll get the first aid kit!"
Because the temperature inside the tent was quite high, she’d taken off her down coat, down vest, and thick jeans, wearing only thermal underwear that accentuated her shapely figure.
Honestly, Selena’s looks could score around seventy-five points, much better than Laura, and her fabulous figure could completely overshadow Laura; she truly showcased her strengths in both active and still monts.
"The first aid kit might not be very useful," Feng Jun snorted lightly and disdainfully shook his head, "That’s just for ergencies; the key problem is, do you know how long we can stay here nearby?"
He was entirely correct. Selena found the first aid kit, but Paul’s wound was not only quite large, its location was tricky, and couldn’t be bandaged directly. It had to be pressed by hand to stop the bleeding.
However, Paul’s collarbone also had a certain fracture, and when others exerted too much force, he couldn’t help but grimace—a real pain, the bone was cracked.
Feng Jun looked at their helpless situation and sighed, "Co out here, I’ll treat you."
Paul pressed his shoulder and hobbled out. Feng Jun lifted a hand and pressed several acupuncture points to stop the blood flow, then took out a small bottle and handed it over, "Drink it."
Paul looked down and saw that the white plastic bottle contained dark green liquid, and he was stunned.
He wanted to ask what it was, but on second thought, considering Feng Jun’s displayed skills, if he wanted to harm him, he wouldn’t need to go through this trouble. So he lifted his hand, tilted his head, and poured the bottle of liquid into his mouth.
Feng Jun lifted his hand, retrieved the small bottle from the other party’s hand with a cold snort, "Still hesitating? If there weren’t any hospitals nearby, you’d never have the chance to see such stuff; do you know how much it’s worth?"
It was a Foundation Establishnt Pill dissolved into a liquid, mainly for use when pills were inconvenient, saving so ergency patients; one Foundation Establishnt Pill was diluted into ten small bottles.
Paul wasn’t sure if the liquid was effective, but Feng Jun’s move startled him.
Fernandez was also taken aback; he was standing beside and saw everything clearly, gasping in shock, "This is... telekinesis?"
Feng Jun didn’t answer the question but continued to speak to Paul, "Press the wound for five minutes, and then that’s it."
Only then did Paul feel a stream of warmth quickly spreading from his stomach throughout his body, feeling completely transparent all over.
He didn’t dare speak much, gave Feng Jun a thumbs up, "Thanks, it’s an amazing feeling!"
After five minutes, he removed his hand from his shoulder, and sure enough, the wound had stopped bleeding, though he’s unsure how it had healed.
Regardless, he felt much more comfortable, and those places that were vaguely painful gradually turned into swollen sensations, knowing that his body was getting better.
He lifted his hand, wanting to fist-bump the other as a sign of friendliness, but upon reconsideration—Huaxia citizens might not be familiar with such gestures—he opened his arms and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. F, I feel much better now."
Feng Jun wasn’t interested in the hug gesture, so he slightly stepped back and indifferently said, "Move gently, don’t bust the wound open."
This reaction vaguely hinted at keeping a distance; yet, given Feng Jun’s enigmatic status, Paul couldn’t mind much, so he smiled awkwardly, lowered his arms, "How much does that small bottle of potion cost?"
"Not for sale at two million Mai dollars," Feng Jun casually replied, "Since you know Sofia, let ask you, how much would you pay to enlist her help?"
Not for sale at two million? Paul was secretly astonished at what he had consud, hearing the question, instinctively replied, "Asking her for help, it’s not just about money."
Feng Jun nodded, "Exactly, you understand, it’s not about money at all."
He could sell one Foundation Establishnt Pill for one billion, even one-tenth of a pill for a million is no problem, especially since he had no intention of selling it to those outside of Huaxia.
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