Chapter 959: Chapter 959: Temperantal Elder Sister Lou Chapter 959: Chapter 959: Temperantal Elder Sister Lou Hua Hua ticulously opened each Jade box one by one, selecting the first victim to feast upon. This action distracted Gazi and the others, preventing them from concentrating on their cultivation—what on earth was inside those boxes? Spiders, centipedes, snakes, toads…
Even Hua Hua released a green hornet the size of a ping pong ball, which buzzed its wings and tried to fly away, only to be smacked down to the ground by Hua Hua’s wing, then picked up and deftly stuffed back into the Jade box.
Lost in indecision, Hua Hua pondered for a long ti and finally decided to put aside the tricky Gu insects from the Thousand chanism group and start eating from the Gu insects with the lowest cultivation levels.
However, Hua Hua wouldn’t eat the Gu insects in front of others—spiritually aware animals are all like this. It put the Jade box back into the Spirit Beast Bag and flew back to the neighboring Lingzhi Formation, its own territory.
After Feng Jun returned, he continued to prepare various goods, and at the sa ti, the wine business once again began production.
One day, Elder Sister Lou ca in person to express her gratitude. Her hands and feet had recovered completely. She arrived in an SUV with its trunk filled with local specialties from her hotown: peanuts, sweet potato starch, soybeans, pheasants, wild rabbits, and the like.
Elder Sister Lou ant that her family did not produce anything of great value, but these were all pure, natural, and unpolluted goods, and she hoped Feng Jun wouldn’t disdain them.
Of course, Feng Jun gladly accepted them with a smile and then gave her a bag of Spirit Rice weighing ten kilograms in return, repeatedly emphasizing: This is a gift from to you, and you must not give it to others. Otherwise, I won’t be sending you any next ti.
To the people of the big cities, these gifts from the elderly lady were truly precious and could not be bought in the market, but what Feng Jun really had in abundance was exactly these kinds of pure and unpolluted goods—there were seas of such things in the mobile phone plane.
What he really gave away, that ten kilograms of Spirit Rice, was the actual treasure. Putting aside its health benefits, this was sothing unique to the Earth Plane and could not be asured in terms of money.
However, he greatly enjoyed this process. To be acknowledged with gratitude by those he had treated gave him pleasure.
He even hosted the old lady for a al.
After the al, Elder Sister Lou pulled him aside and ntioned that so people knew her illness was cured by Luohua Manor, and other patients who had heard about it were inquiring to seek treatnt here—”I reckon you might not be willing to treat them, right?”
Feng Jun realized that he was increasingly fond of Elder Sister Lou’s approach, “That’s right, it’s not just a matter of money. The reason I was able to treat you was also due to an unexpected coincidence.”
Is Feng Jun in need of money? Of course, he is sowhat in need, despite his monopolistic profiteering trade, which even extends across different planes. But the issue of a few hundred tonnes of Gold resting on his hands, unable to be liquidated, results in… a sowhat tight financial situation.
However, the upheaval initiated by the Dou Family in Zhengyang taught him that substantial cash inco could easily be twisted by others for their narratives. The investigation into the Three Lives Winery had been suspended, otherwise, he would have likely faced troubles too.
But what worried him the most was the disease of motor neuron disorders—this is a global dical conundrum!
If he cured several more people, it would be impossible not to attract public attention, and then… the trouble would undoubtedly follow.
He was able to cure Elder Sister Lou because soone was willing to pay a high price for the treatnt, but it was also because Yang Yuxin had spread the word—there was soone covering for him.
Elder Sister Lou was considerate of his feelings and didn’t publicize the treatnt, which pleased him greatly. Yet, thinking of the young stroke patient Ren Zhixiang, he felt a bit puzzled, “Don’t you feel sympathy when you see those with ALS?”
Ren Zhixiang was planning to establish a sanatorium, specifically to provide a boon to a vast number of patients.
Feng Jun also supported Ren Zhixiang’s idea, as that was about post-stroke rehabilitation, and whether it was effective depended on reputation. It could be promoted through viral marketing, with no specific standard to asure the effect, but the patients themselves would be aware and less likely to attract outside attention.
Elder Sister Lou gave a straightforward answer, “Them… of course, I feel sympathy, but I brought up several younger brothers and sisters not rely through the sympathy of others. One must first have self-reliance, and expecting pity from others will never lead to success.”
After a pause, she continued, “Having been helped by you, I must first consider your feelings. As for those I sympathize with… they will definitely have to wait until after you!”
Upon hearing these words, Feng Jun was deeply moved—a big sister capable of raising so many younger siblings to beco officials of Director Lou’s level must not have relied solely on the kindness of strangers; she must possess strength, clarity, and courage herself.
Although she was just a mortal, he greatly admired such spirit, so he nodded with a smile, “Since you’ve put it that way, I agree to let you introduce one person for treatnt, whenever that may be… but only one person.”
“You can be assured,” Elder Sister Lou nodded and replied crisply, “Thank you, Master Feng, for your trust. I’d rather waste this opportunity than give it to unreliable people.”
“Ha ha,” Feng Jun laughed out loud, delighted, “Elder Sister really knows how to be forthright. If you feel unwell again in the future, co to Luohua Manor… perhaps I will have a way to help.”
Elder Sister Lou kept thanking him non-stop, then she recalled sothing, “Right, my brother might also refer so patients to you. Whether you agree to treat them or not is up to you, it’s none of my business.”
“Your brother?” Feng Jun was taken aback for a mont. Who has such a big influence that they’re sending patients? “Oh, Director Lou?”
“He’s currently in touch with one,” Elder Sister Lou fud, “A little Japanese. My grandparent, uncle, great-uncles… all died at the hands of the Japanese. I will definitely not refer them!”
“Mm,” Feng Jun nodded, “That makes sense, I also hate the Japanese. No matter how rich they are, I won’t earn their money.”
Elder Sister Lou’s eyes narrowed into slits with amusent, “Master Feng is really a good man. I knew you wouldn’t forget our national enmity and family hatreds.”
It was clear that she wanted to persuade him not to take the case. However, since she was unsure of his thoughts, she didn’t want to impose on her benefactor. But she was sowhat conflicted inwardly and now that he had agreed, she was extrely delighted.
It’s truly hard to keep worldly matters from being discussed. The day after Elder Sister Lou left, General Manager Han stayed behind specifically to talk to him about this matter alone.
General Manager Han was the one who picked up the tab for Elder Sister Lou, and he was generous. He told Feng Jun that a hospital in the capital was treating so ALS patients, among them two were from very wealthy families, hoping to seek treatnt from Master Feng.
However, General Manager Han also knew that Master Feng was difficult to convince. He initially indicated that if the master didn’t want to go to the capital, he could persuade the patients to co here “to try their luck”—this phrase was not intended to be disrespectful at all; it simply ant not wanting to exert any pressure.
As for the money… that’s negotiable. Those who dared to co after hearing the price, wouldn’t care about money.
Feng Jun didn’t flatly refuse, only asking, “Can we sign a confidentiality agreent?”
“That… shouldn’t be a problem,” General Manager Han was sowhat less confident this ti. In fact, he had other considerations, “There are also specialists who want to exchange ideas with you about treating ALS. Would you be available?”
“Not available,” Feng Jun answered very straightforwardly, “I have never claid to be a doctor!”
General Manager Han was stunned, looking at Feng Jun in surprise, but unsure what to say—he knew the man was temperantal.
After a pause, however, he still murmured, “But Master Feng, the technique you possess, if it could be made less costly, could benefit hundreds of thousands of ALS patients around the world.”
Feng Jun looked at him sowhat helplessly, “When I couldn’t afford Zhengyang’s house, I thought to myself, if housing prices could be controlled at around double the cost price, how many billions of mortgage slaves it could benefit.”
General Manager Han’s mouth twitched, thinking to himself, with your current fortune, you can afford a courtyard house in the capital, yet you talk about mortgage slaves… Isn’t this a joke? You’re betraying your own social class.
But in the end, he simply made a slight attempt at defending, “Housing prices… that’s a huge topic, can we not talk politics?”
“Let’s not talk politics, let’s talk about costs,” Feng Jun said indifferently, “The cost of my treatnt thod can’t be reduced… What’s the key reason why Johnson has lived so long with AIDS? It’s not because of the cocktail therapy, but because he has money!”
General Manager Han had a rather pained expression and after a long sigh, he said, “But the wealthy… they can still be treated, right?”
“Of course, the wealthy can be treated, but why… should I treat them?” Feng Jun replied as a matter of course, “There’s no second place on Earth that offers my treatnt thod, and I’m not short of money. I just want my friends to live a little happier…”
“I won’t consider the thoughts of those I don’t know. Maybe you think this is a very selfish act, but when I couldn’t afford a house or qualify for a hostead, nobody was altruistic towards …”
General Manager Han fell silent for a long while before speaking, “Master, have you ever considered the direction of your own future developnt?”
“I haven’t,” Feng Jun shook his head, smiling in response, “The money I have now is enough for to live a luxurious life day and night or even to father ten or twenty more children. Leaving them too much money would only cause disputes over inheritance.”
This… General Manager Han really didn’t know how to respond to Feng Jun. After pausing, he forced a laugh, “Having too much money is really not good. It’s rare for Master Feng to have such a detached mindset at such a young age. However, Director Lou still wishes for you to treat soone.”
“If he wants to treat soone, he should co talk to ,” Feng Jun’s reply was truly audacious—though to tell the truth, he had every right to say that.
But he didn’t keep dwelling on it and instead asked aloud, “Who do you want to treat?”
Hesitating for a mont, General Manager Han answered, “A Japanese friend, the primary heir of a Japanese Corporation. His attitude towards Huaxia is critical… His competitors only recognize rrick.”
What does that have to do with ? Feng Jun dismissively curled his lip, “There are so many Huaxia citizens who haven’t received treatnt, I won’t treat Japanese!”
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