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Chapter 853 - Chapter 853 Chapter 853 Slippery Road after Rain

Chapter 853: Chapter 853: Slippery Road after Rain Chapter 853: Chapter 853: Slippery Road after Rain Feng Jun enjoyed Yang Yuxin’s way of doing things, but at the same time, he was facing a problem, motor neuron disease, this thing… he really was not entirely sure he could cure it.

Previously, he had cured Zhuang Zesheng, but that might not have been motor neuron disease. His interpretation of the disease was–innate malevolent energy entering the body.

Moreover, he treated it in that way, without even considering the factors of motor neuron disease.

Of course, many times, the approach of traditional Chinese medicine to treatment is just like this. They believe that symptoms are just manifestations, and Chinese medicine focuses on conditioning, which means they emphasize starting from the root, consolidating the foundation and regulating the Yin Yang.

So his treatment plan could not be said to be incorrect.

However, Feng Jun’s problem now was firstly, he might not be able to cure it, and secondly, he must see the patient in person.

He actually did not favor one-on-one treatment, as it indeed charged a high fee, but it would severely affect his cultivation, and it would cause him a great burden in terms of social interaction–if he always treated people this way, why would he need a proxy?

What he wanted was to develop a pill that could be promoted on a small scale. No matter how rich a single patient was, that was a unique case. The easiest way to make money in the world was always through commodities, not niche luxury goods.

Moreover, motor neuron disease was recognized as an incurable disease, the famous Hawking had it, and because of the “Ice Bucket Challenge,” the disease became widely known. Even if Feng Jun cured one person, he could not advertise it everywhere.

But no matter what, having one… it was better to cure one first.

Seeing that it was about noon, Feng Jun gathered up the tea set, the camp bed, and other things, leaving only the sun umbrella in its place.

He had intended to fly back to the villa with Yang Yuxin, but considering there were cameras everywhere in the manor, it might not look good if other women spotted them, so he released a farm vehicle to take her back.

The lighting in the villa was very bright. Yang Yuxin’s clothes appeared crumpled, but perhaps considering it was raining outside, no one paid much attention to her.

Feng Jun went to the top floor of the back building, meditating and resting on the open-air balcony–in rainy weather, he liked to rest this way.

Before long, a shadowy figure stealthily approached. It was Sister Hong, with her bare, pale legs, coming up to him, smiling with ill-intent, “Sneaking around until now… and still you remember to come back, that’s quite rare.”

“Your mind is too dirty,” Feng Jun said seriously, “She came to introduce a client to me.”

“Pfft,” Sister Hong snorted disdainfully, lifted her foot, and barefoot, stepped on his exposed knees, gently massaging them.

She tilted her head to look at him, a smile on her face, “Don’t try to avoid the important and dwell on the trivial. I believe she introduced a client, but for an older woman to actually wear poison perfume to meet you, and come back with her clothes disheveled, then you tell me… you only talked business?”

“Cough cough,” Feng Jun coughed lightly, thinking to himself that these women were never simple.

Of course, since she had guessed, he wasn’t going to outright deny it, so he casually answered, “Hmm, I also helped her check the effects of the Body Tempering Pill.”

Sister Hong’s eyes darted, and she spoke softly, “Coach, I remember you seem to… like practicing yoga in the rain…”

The next morning, Feng Jun didn’t get up until eight o’clock. He absorbed some spiritual energy in the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard and in the middle of the day, he left the manor in the rain–he was going to the mountains near Peach Blossom Valley to test the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

Peach Blossom Valley was a large scenic area, connected to a large piece of undeveloped mountains. To avoid drawing attention, Feng Jun chose a secluded mountain area.

Before the practice began, he made sure to look around carefully, making sure there were no tourists, cameras, drones, or anything of the sort.

After starting the exercise, Feng Jun did not use those powerful functions, mainly testing the flexibility of control. Although it was deep in the mountains, it was ultimately very close to the provincial city, so he needed to consider the impact.

He first tried the binding function, which was quite flexible, and then the soul-suppressing function, which also worked without a hitch. After a few trials, he tried to combine soul-suppression and binding.

Initially, of course, he was not very proficient, but after trying several times, he gradually found the feeling, and the simultaneous operation was not very awkward.

In a nutshell, the effect far exceeded his expectations.

It was only a long time later that he came back to his senses, realizing the control was smooth today mainly because it was raining above, water nurtures wood, helping his control of the wooden Magical Treasure.

No matter what, since he had found the feeling, he practiced for a while longer, and it was already past four in the afternoon when he planned to leave.

However, before leaving, he remembered one thing: he had sent the sound of the Soul-Suppressing Bell, but he had not yet tested its effect. As the owner of the Magical Treasure, he himself would not be affected by soul suppression.

So, he searched around the mountain for a while, taking more than half an hour, until he found a small badger, and then, at a distance of over a mile, he gently soul-suppressed it.

The badger jumped high and then lay still on the ground. Feng Jun went over to check, finding it was not dead but had fainted, and he was even more certain in his heart: soul-suppression was effective, as for the strength… he could continue to explore that later.

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After such a hassle, by the time he came down from the mountain, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Walking along the muddy mountain road, he reached the main road lightly, and because there were passing vehicles, it wasn’t appropriate for him to take out a car or motorcycle, so he continued on his way under a rain umbrella.

Walking by the roadside in this weather was obviously not a pleasant experience, with the passing cars splashing up mud and water onto him.

Feng Jun had his protective energy activated, not afraid of getting splashed, but the feeling was still not great. However, this wasn’t the city area; if others didn’t want to slow down, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he couldn’t just kill someone over something so trivial, could he?

Finally, not far ahead was a concave bend in the road, and he decided to wait there, wait until there were no people around, and then take out a motorcycle to quickly leave the mountain.

However, before he reached the bend, a small car rushed from behind him, trying to overtake the car not far ahead.

Overtaking on mountain roads was always dangerous, let alone in the rain, and the small car had not yet completed the overtaking when a large truck appeared head-on in front.

By this time, the small car could no longer back out and had to continue to accelerate forward. The truck driver was also startled, braking hard with a screeching sound, and even the truck’s body skidded sideways.

If it were under normal circumstances, the small car could have swerved around the truck and pulled back onto the road, but with the rain, the tires skidded, and the small car had no control, tumbling down the slope.

Feng Jun was just over three hundred meters from the scene of the accident, and although it was raining, he could generally see what had happened.

The car that was overtaken slowed down and rolled down the window to look at the wrecked car, but it didn’t stop and drove away.

The truck driver jumped out, walked to the edge of the slope to look down, cursing, “F***ing hell, if you want to die, don’t drag me down with you… serves you right!”

Then the truck driver got back in and drove off–after all, this was none of his business. He had braked hard, causing his vehicle to skid sideways. If he had been carrying heavy cargo, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Calling the police? Don’t even think about it. If he had been hauling rebar, that brake slam could have sent the rebar piercing through his chest from the cargo slot.

There weren’t a few vehicles passing by at the time, and Feng Jun continued to walk forward. One by one, vehicles slowed down to look at the wrecked car, and some people even took out their mobile phones to record it–probably to post on social media.

Feeling extremely disgusted by the situation, Feng Jun wondered how he could take a motorcycle out of his Storage Bag with so many people using their mobile phones around?

Soon, he reached the scene of the accident, looked around from the roadside, and finally sighed and made his way down the slope with difficulty to the spot where the car had crashed.

Seeing him go down, two men from two stopped cars also got out–a man in his thirties and a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old–and followed him down the slope.

The slope was not too steep, only about a dozen meters high, but the real issue was the speed of the car.

The car was a Cadillac which, fortunately, was not as fragile as Japanese models, but it was still badly damaged. Although the airbags had deployed, the car door was deformed, making it impossible for the occupants to get out.

The worst was that there were two people in the back seat who hadn’t fastened their seatbelts… a truly bad habit.

Feng Jun went to the front of the car and knocked on the window. The right side of the car was facing upward, with a woman sitting in the front passenger seat.

The woman’s face was covered in blood, but she had regained consciousness. She weakly tapped on the window and gestured with her hands. It wasn’t too hard to understand her meaning: the car doors were locked, and she couldn’t get out…

This was truly an unfortunate situation, but quite normal in the rain.

Feng Jun then gestured to the window, signaling that he was about to break it. The woman inside gave a slight nod of her head–who would care about the car being damaged at a time like this?

Feng Jun wanted to open the car door, and he had plenty of ways to do it, but since two good Samaritans had followed him, he couldn’t very well let himself appear too out of the ordinary.

Breaking a window was not difficult; he simply used a couple of stones to smash it open. Then the two helpful men also lent a hand, forcefully pulling off the deformed door.

There were four people in the car. The woman on the front passenger side wasn’t badly injured, but the driver had broken ribs and internal bleeding. Feng Jun, not a doctor, still gave the man a Foundation Establishment Pill.

He wasn’t really in a position to treat internal bleeding, but he told the driver, “Not only are your ribs broken, but you might also have internal bleeding. Remember to get checked at the hospital when the ambulance arrives.”

The two in the backseat were in worse shape. An eighteen-or-nineteen-year-old girl’s neck was broken, hanging by a thread. The twelve-or-thirteen-year-old boy’s nose was smashed into his cheek, with intracranial bleeding, his life hanging in the balance.

Feng Jun moved quickly, “crack” went the sound as he straightened the girl’s cervical spine, then produced a Bone Healing Pill, “Take this and maintain this position for at least forty-eight hours, or risk high-level paralysis.”

But as he was about to take care of the boy, the woman in the front passenger seat spoke up, “Hold on, which hospital are you a doctor from?”

(Beginning of the month, tirelessly seeking monthly votes.)

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