Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 574 - Wails Reach the Sky

Chapter 574: Chapter 574 Wails Reach the Sky

Feng Jun noticed that in the eyes of Zhuang Haoyun and his wife, there was full of expectation, but the little guy had a doubtful expression.

However, he was too lazy to talk and raised his hand to press on one of the other’s legs; a stream of spiritual energy was sent into it.

“Ah… it hurts,” Zhuang Zesheng couldn’t help but gasp in pain, then cried out joyfully, “Mom, I can feel it, it’s a bit painful, a bit hot…”

As he shouted, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and the next moment, he couldn’t help but cry out loud, “Wuuu… my leg… is mine again.”

His lower body had not only lost its ability to move, but he also had no pain sensation, retaining only a little bit of tactile nerves. When pressed hard, he could feel someone touching him.

“Pain is very normal,” Feng Jun straightened up, “Take off his clothes.”

These past few days, the weather in Zhengyang had been quite chilly, but when he said this, surprisingly, no one questioned it.

Soon, Zhuang Zesheng was stripped down to just his underwear. Although he was skin and bones, his body was very clean, showing that his parents were indeed very attentive to cleaning his body.

Feng Jun was slightly surprised, but this was a good thing; he didn’t have to put up with the disgust and massage the other party.

His hands were warm and strong, and after massaging for only a short while, Zhuang Zesheng actually began to hum comfortably.

After massaging both the front and back for about fifteen minutes each, Feng Jun took out a pill and said, “Open your mouth!”

Zhuang Haoyun saw the dark green pill and couldn’t help but exchange a glance with his wife—it was this pill.

After feeding the Foundation Establishment Pill, Feng Jun heavily patted the other person’s body over a hundred times, turned him over, and patted another hundred times.

In total, it was about five minutes; then he straightened up, “Alright, don’t go to the bathroom on the bus for toilet needs… if you have to go, use the hillside, and remember to dig a hole and bury it.”

The luxury bus had a toilet, but it was easy to affect the smell inside the vehicle, especially since the other was not “one of their own.” Feng Jun felt that providing them with a place to rest was already the pinnacle of benevolence.

Of course, initially, Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin were also outsiders, but… this vehicle was originally theirs!

Why would the members of the Zhuang Family care about such a minor request? Seeing Feng Jun alight from the vehicle, Zhuang Haoyun immediately followed.

He asked quietly, “Master… how many days will it take for my son to recover to normal? Ah, I’m not asking about full recovery.”

“Six days,” Feng Jun replied very confidently, “I will massage him once a day, every other day he will take a pill, and by the sixth day, he should be able to walk on his own… Just keep up with his nutrition, let him eat as much as he wants.”

He had no intention of controlling the other’s overeating because Zhuang Zesheng’s stomach had also been affected by negative energy and was somewhat eroded. Indulging in eating wouldn’t amount to much anyway, as it would be in sync with his body’s recovery.

Zhuang Haoyun hesitated before asking, “This medicine… after eating, it should be followed by about fifteen minutes of massage, right?”

“It looks like you have a good relationship with Elder Ye,” Feng Jun looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, then said, “That’s Elder Yuan taking medicine. His body functions are shrinking, requiring massage to catalyze the medicine’s power, your son doesn’t need that.”

“That’s also true,” Zhuang Haoyun nodded, then after thinking for a while asked again, “How much will the treatment cost for these six days?”

After a moment of thought, Feng Jun answered, “Ten million a day, for six days to guarantee your son can walk on the ground.”

In fact, he had never thought about how much to charge, deciding it quite whimsically.

In this world, Foundation Establishment Pills were not available for purchase, so naturally, he got to set the price—after all, they were not short on money.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Haoyun was a bit taken aback; sixty million was a considerable sum of money for anyone, but of course, if it was for his son’s treatment, that was nothing, and he could afford it.

However, what he initially thought was, if you feel us staying here for three months is a bit inconvenient, then I can pay every day at today’s rate—that way, after you make your money, you shouldn’t be able to say it’s inconvenient, right?

But at ten million a day, paying for three months would amount to nine hundred million!!!

Zhuang Haoyun had always believed that a problem that can be solved with money is not a problem, but at this moment, he really didn’t dare to say that anymore because he genuinely couldn’t come up with nine hundred million.

If he sold off all his assets and liquidated his properties, he could scrape together nine hundred million, but in cash, he could barely muster two hundred million. Including loans, he was confident to say three to five hundred million wouldn’t be a problem, but nine hundred million was indeed fatal.

In fact, even if he paid the sixty million now, his cash flow would be reduced by a significant amount. While it might not affect his business, he would have to think about reasonably allocating other available cash.

Zhuang Haoyun gave it some thought and then asked with a wry smile, “What’s the difference between six days and three months?”

“Six days to tackle the symptoms, three months for a complete cure,” Feng Jun took out a cigarette, offered one to the other, and lit one for himself, “If we only treat the symptoms, there’s a chance it could recur… Of course, it might not happen again, then he would be lucky.”

Treating just the symptoms would suffice, thought Zhuang Haoyun first, but immediately after, he frowned, “Why do I feel that without a complete cure, it doesn’t seem right? If cured completely, is it just to ensure it won’t recur again?”

“It’s definitely not like that,” Feng Jun shook his head, hoping the other party would only provide symptomatic relief, but he had to be clear about the specifics, “Normally, addressing the root cause would replenish the Innate deficiency, and in theory, one could live another twenty or thirty years.”

Zhuang Haoyun became conflicted once again upon hearing this. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the other party—what Master Feng said did make sense. If the Innate deficiency wasn’t replenished, wouldn’t a shorter lifespan be normal?

Spending sixty million could allow him to leave, but he would live many fewer years, and the problem might even recur.

Spending three months for a complete cure meant this problem would no longer exist—after all, it was his own son, and one more day of life was worth it.

It was indeed a difficult choice. He couldn’t help but speak up and ask, “Then what’s your suggestion, Master?”

“A cure is definitely better,” Feng Jun also spoke the truth, “but if you all stay here, it greatly affects me.”

Zhuang Haoyun steeled his heart and straightforwardly asked, “How much money would be enough each day after six days?”

“It’s not about the money,” Feng Jun shook his head, replying very directly, “It’s inconvenient for me. Let’s put it this way… Old Zhuang, you’re somewhat of a big shot yourself. How much would be appropriate for someone to compensate you if they made you feel inconvenienced?”

“That issue…” Zhuang Haoyun was a little amused yet helpless—who would dare inconvenience him? He could make them feel inconvenienced for a lifetime.

After pondering for a moment, he said, “I can’t figure it out just now… May I think it over for a few more days?”

“Sure,” Feng Jun nodded, “You have five more days. Take your time… By the way, your son’s mental state isn’t very good. I see that he’s quite resistant to me, and that’s not good.”

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After Feng Jun left, Zhuang Haoyun finished his cigarette, got into the car, and suddenly realized—since when was his son not in a good mental state?

Zhuang Zesheng was actually bursting with excitement, shouting non-stop, tears streaming down like they didn’t cost a penny.

Bad impression of Feng Jun? He wished he could lift Master Feng up to the heavens, “It’s amazing, mom, dad… how could you find such a person?”

His mother, smiling through her tears, gently wiped her eyes before speaking softly, “Your father and I just didn’t give up. As long as you try, as long as there’s a possibility, of course, we can find him.”

“People like him, our country probably doesn’t have many,” Zhuang Zesheng reflected. Actually, facing such an illness, their possible options weren’t many. There were just a few well-known experts nationwide, and after consulting each one, they started searching for exceptional beings everywhere.

Why did Zhuang Haoyun have encounters with Buddhist and Daoist sects? That’s because he even treated his son’s illness as being “possessed by spirits.”

It feels somewhat ridiculous, right? But there was no choicem they had tried every means available and were truly out of options.

So when Feng Jun’s treatment showed effects, Zhuang Zesheng wouldn’t think he just had good luck in meeting an unparalleled master—there might be many such masters.

He was very certain, “Maybe within the whole of Huaxia, he’s the only one who can cure me.”

“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore,” Zhuang Haoyun, seeing that his son had no prejudice against Master Feng but was rather worshipful, felt relieved and asked about what he cared about most, “How do you feel about the effects?”

The effects were very good. Zhuang Zesheng could already feel it—the swelling in his legs, the warmth in his stomach, and the overall feeling of vitality. In fact, one didn’t need to mention anything else—the mere fact that Feng Jun’s touch could make his leg feel pain proved that the man had genuine skills.

“That’s great,” Zhuang Haoyun, seeing his son so happy, couldn’t help but spoil a bit more, “The Master said that in six days… just six days, you’ll be able to walk.”

“Six days… really?” Before Zhuang Zesheng could even speak, his mother started exclaiming, tears flowing even more uncontrollably, until eventually, she just let herself cry out loud, “Son, it’s all your mom and dad’s fault.”

Basically, it was tears of overwhelming joy, as everyone understands.

Zhuang Zesheng was rather confused about the causality of the situation; he had a vague idea that he had been affected by some “evil energy,” and perhaps his parents had made some mistakes in the process.

Anyway, he wouldn’t believe his parents would intentionally harm him. Seeing his mother so distressed, he quickly reached out to grab her hand, “Mom, it’s okay… isn’t it getting better now?”

His mother continued to sob uncontrollably, unable to be consoled, as if she wanted to vent all the torments she endured over the past four years all at once.

Zhuang Zesheng waited a moment, then said with a sly glint in his eye, “Ouch, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the bathroom…”

This tactic worked like a charm; upon hearing this, his mother’s crying stopped abruptly. Although she couldn’t stop her tears immediately, she asked with concern, “Do you need to do a ‘number two’?”

Zhuang Zesheng had just said it on a whim, but the next moment, he felt an excruciating pain in his belly, “Oh, heavens, why does it hurt so much?”

In the coach, besides the three members of the Zhuang family, there was only a driver by the name of Ge.

Driver Ge and Zhuang Haoyun lifted Zhuang Zesheng out of the car, also carrying a wooden chair hollowed out in the center—Zhuang Zesheng had been using this chair for his bathroom needs for many years.

The next moment, a dreadful stench wafted through the air, and Driver Ge couldn’t help turning his head, “Pua~pua~ Shengsheng, what did you eat…”