Big Data Cultivation Chapter 470: Feeling the Thunder Strike

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Feeling the Thunder Strike

“Oh,” Mrs. Yang nodded blankly, not knowing why, but she always felt sothing was off about the Master’s wording.

The first ti… not too long… once accustod… can last longer…?

“Okay,” Feng Jun clapped his hands and spoke seriously, “You can observe again this afternoon. If you think it’s indeed effective, you can dismiss all the dical staff and remove the equipnt… I don’t want too many people watching the next step of the treatnt.”

After finishing, he turned and got out of the car. Mrs. Yang, with her sharp eyes, noticed that his back was faintly stained with sweat.

For Feng Jun, although he had reached the Third Level of Qi Refinent, using Spiritual Energy to rapidly pat and infuse it into another person’s body was quite taxing, especially since this was the first ti and it was as difficult as breaking new ground.

Mrs. Yang was unaware of these intricacies. All she knew was that the master was an exceptionally handso young man. Now, slling the faint scent of male sweat and thinking of her daughter’s soft moans from before, she felt sowhat swollen with emotion.

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After all, her husband had passed away in a car accident seven years ago.

However, thinking of the beautiful young woman in the car, she felt a bit ashad of herself.

If she were ten years younger, she wouldn’t be afraid to compete with her. But now… she really wasn’t young anymore.

Just then, her daughter’s violent cough snapped her out of her reverie.

Xiao Hui was leaning over the edge of the sofa, coughing desperately into a basin. Black blood clots the size of rice grains spattered from her mouth, dropping into the basin with “plop plop” sounds.

Imdiately, a crowd poured into the car. Seeing her cough up blood, the dical staff hurried over, “Quick, the respirator, she should not engage in vigorous activity, check her blood oxygen levels imdiately…”

After so commotion, Xiao Hui expressed that she felt very comfortable coughing, sothing she hadn’t felt in a long ti.

The black blood clots she coughed up were examined by the dical staff, who were surprised to find, “A large quantity of calcified cellular tissue…”

In simple terms, it ant… the fibrotic parts of her lungs were actually starting to renew themselves!

Mrs. Yang was bewildered for a good while before asking incredulously, “Does this an… she’s getting better?”

“This…” The slender middle-aged woman hesitated for a mont before answering carefully, “We can’t confirm just yet whether this phenonon is temporary. We still need to observe more.”

Tian Ge, a short and plump man, didn’t accept this explanation, “My aunt is asking, is she getting better?”

The middle-aged lady hesitated and then nodded, “Theoretically, this should be a good sign… but the reason needs to be investigated.”

“It’s settled,” Mrs. Yang made her decision, “We’ll observe for another afternoon. Xiao Tian, help with arranging the transportation. If there are no other issues before nightfall, find a nearby hotel and have everyone rest there… everyone has worked hard for so long.”

She was still cautious. Until her daughter’s condition clearly improved, even though she trusted the young and handso master imnsely, she had only one daughter and couldn’t afford to take risks.

The slender woman was sowhat reluctant to leave just like that, but in the end, she nodded, “Alright, we’ll observe for another afternoon.”

After all, she was paid to do this job. As a doctor, she really wanted to understand the principle behind the solution. However… it involved so supernatural phenona, and even with her partial understanding, she would find it difficult to apply practically.

“This matter must be kept secret,” Mrs. Yang continued, “Xiao Tian, put so extra money in the pot… sign a confidentiality agreent. I don’t want the master to be harassed by others.”

The short and stout young man hesitantly asked, “Aunt, is he… reliable?”

Aunt glanced at him, “Xiao Hui is already much better, and he hasn’t even made his conditions yet… He’s definitely not a swindler.”

That afternoon, Xiao Hui’s condition visibly improved, evident even without dical equipnt.

Tian Ge found a shuttle bus, and by nightfall, he had taken everyone away, along with much of the dical equipnt—they had booked rooms at a four-star hotel about seven or eight kiloters away.

In the spacious bus, only Mrs. Yang and her daughter, as well as a niece who had a bus license, remained.

Feng Jun arrived at twelve o’clock that night. After boarding the bus, he paused slightly, “Why is it just the three of you won… Where’s Xiao Tian?”

“He’s gone to settle everyone in,” Mrs. Yang replied with a smile, “He’s my nephew, which isn’t always very convenient. This is my niece, she can drive a bus… She doesn’t have to get off, right?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, “This ti, it would be better if you all got off. It will be more intense than at noon… With her mother around, I won’t be able to fully apply my thods.”

“It’s fine, I won’t mind,” Mrs. Yang stated decisively, “Just go ahead and do your work, I can just not watch, right?”

As it turned out, not watching was not an option. Her daughter’s wails and groans filled her ears for a full half-hour, making her feel on the verge of collapse, drenched in sweat.

Then, she heard her daughter coughing violently, which clutched at her heart.

Even Feng Jun, who had just stepped off the bus, re-entered when he heard the severe coughing—there were no dical staff present now.

The blood clots Xiao Hui coughed up were still there, but this ti they were larger than at noon, many of them the size of soybeans and so even half the size of a broad bean.

These clots were not just black but had strands of dark red in them.

Feng Jun had no testing equipnt, so he directly checked her pulse with his hand.

After checking her pulse for ten minutes, he withdrew his hand and spoke solemnly, “She is still improving. Tonight, um, I exerted a bit too much force, but as long as she can withstand it, it’s not a bad thing for her.”

As they were speaking, outside the car, lightning was flashing and thunder was booming, but Feng Jun was so focused that he didn’t notice it for a mont.

Mrs. Yang wasn’t in the mood to care about the weather either, as she was more concerned about her daughter, “Xiao Hui, how are you feeling?”

The girl took a deep breath and answered with effort, “I… huff huff, I feel much better now.”

Just then, suddenly, a thunderclap exploded outside the car, lighting up the surroundings with a ghastly white, too blinding to look at directly.

It could almost be said that the mont the flash was seen, the thunder was heard, aning that the lightning must have struck just one or two hundred ters away from the coach.

Mrs. Yang scread in fright, her body jolting as she clung tightly to Feng Jun.

Then… things got awkward; it was hot sumr, and everyone was wearing very little.

Feng Jun had been practicing abstinence for several days, and although Mrs. Yang was slightly older, she could still be considered charming, especially as she had dolled up for the evening.

What made things more embarrassing was that the lights inside the bus were on, and her niece and daughter were both onboard.

“Cough,” Feng Jun coughed dryly and raised his hand to pat her back, “It’s okay, the car is lightning proof.”

Mrs. Yang, red with sha, let go of him, but her body was still trembling slightly.

Her niece and daughter weren’t faring much better than her; they didn’t have ti to tease her but instead scread their lungs out in terror.

“Alright,” Feng Jun spoke gravely, “You all stay inside the car, I’m leaving.”

“Uncle,” Xiao Hui spoke tremblingly, her words smoother amidst her fright, “could you not go?”

Not go? What was that supposed to an? Feng Jun thought for a mont, “Okay, but I need to step outside to experience sothing.”

Before they could react, he opened the car door and quickly got out.

Mrs. Yang muttered puzzlingly, “Experience outside… experience what?”

Her niece spoke up, “It’s a pity we can’t turn off the power… Ah, the rain has started, and it’s coming down hard.”

Generally, power should be turned off in thunderstorms, but they couldn’t do that in the bus because of the breathing machine needed for Xiao Hui.

Right at that mont, another thunderclap exploded, a bit further away this ti, but still brightening the outside like daylight.

In the flash of lightning, they saw Feng Jun.

There he stood, the master in the rain, looking up at the sky, arms reaching slantwise upwards, as if to embrace the lightning.

In fact, what Feng Jun wanted to experience was this thunderbolt, the imnse power of nature hidden within the lightning.

His Thunderclap Talisman was almost complete, yet he couldn’t perfect it, and he hoped to gain inspiration from the lightning.

However, to the three won watching, his behavior seed sowhat suicidal.

Xiao Hui managed to climb up and press her face against the window looking out at him, “Mom, cough cough, is this uncle, cough cough, seeking to be struck by lightning?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Mrs. Yang chastised her softly, “The master is no ordinary person, what if he heard you?”

Thunder and lightning persisted, the downpour was so heavy that Feng Jun, standing about twenty ters away from the bus, was barely distinguishable.

Twenty-odd minutes later, another close strike of lightning illuminated the scene; Feng Jun’s body jolted violently and he fell to the ground.

“Ah~” The three won scread frantically, loud and lengthy.

After yelling for a while, Mrs. Yang spoke up with trepidation, “Master… doesn’t have a problem, right? Quick, hand an umbrella.”

She was terrified of lightning and thunder, but… the master couldn’t have an accident, otherwise her daughter’s life was at risk.

The greatness of a mother’s love was demonstrated right then and there; trembling with fear, she still had to face it head-on.

At that mont, laughter ca from outside, “Haha, hahaha… Good thunder, let another one co… ”

The niece steadied herself, “It’s the master’s voice, he seems fine, auntie, you don’t have to go out either, it’s not safe to use an umbrella in a thunderstorm.”

She was right, but Mrs. Yang still took a flashlight, opened the car door, and shone it in Feng Jun’s direction through the torrential rain.

Yelling over the noise of the rain, she asked, “Master… do you need help?”

“I’m fine!” Feng Jun’s voice ca back loud and excited, “Haha, this kind of lightning, send another seventeen or eighteen like that.”

It was indeed remarkable; one lightning bolt was equivalent to charging for a long ti, and seventeen or eighteen would compare to a Spirit Stone. He was caught off-guard and was struck right on the butt, but his body wasn’t hard at all.