Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Seek Mysteries, Not Evils (2nd Update)

The hospital has already made a preliminary identification: it is highly likely Salmonella poisoning.

Since it was bacterial poisoning, it shouldn’t be blamed on Feng Jun, but the pitfall was: this thing exists in meats.

Luohua Manor… had indeed sold quite a bit of meat externally, all of which was not bled.

What’s more perilous is that Salmonella poisoning has a considerable fatality rate.

Feng Jing received the phone call, and so did the guests who attended the wedding banquet. Some people trust science more and think that this has nothing to do with President Feng, but… there are definitely some who do not believe in science, or rather, believe more in the supernatural.

Several old men and women immediately knelt down before Feng Jun: Master, please show mercy and treat those who have been poisoned.

Feng Jun stroked his chin and was speechless, “This really has nothing to do with me, look, King Crow is also here…”

The crow had been attracted by a piece of pig liver soaked in Spiritual water.

The old men and women did not argue with him; they just kept kowtowing persistently.

Someone timidly spoke up, “Master, the mutton today… they bought some dead sheep from Luohua Manor.”

Feng Jun’s face darkened, and he spoke unhappily, “Aren’t you talking nonsense? Are you trying to pin this on me?”

“Oh, Master please forgive us, he doesn’t know how to speak,” a middle-aged man pushed the speaker away and with a smile tried to explain, “We also feel that it has nothing to do with you, Master, but… aren’t we worried that rumors could tarnish your spotless reputation?”

You could say that there is a real difference between those who can speak well and those who cannot.

Feng Jun was still somewhat indignant as he glared at that person, “To be honest, my temper has improved a lot; asking for help and still daring to speak nonsense… I don’t know what’s in their heads.”

The one who didn’t know how to speak was a father whose child had been poisoned, and he was somewhat anxious. It was only the presence of King Crow circling overhead that reminded him of the supernatural powers of the person in front of him; otherwise, he really felt like hitting someone—of course, he didn’t dare to do that now.

“Master, please forgive us, Master, please forgive us,” sensing his intention to make a move, the others immediately explained with apologetic smiles, “His son is convulsing over there, he’s not thinking straight.”

Feng Jun was somewhat surprised; his child was poisoned, and yet he could still speak so humbly—It seems that my reputation is not just mysterious, but also trending towards being somewhat fearsome.

Anyway, since he was involved in this affair, he would not be able to extricate himself clearly. After thinking for a bit, he took out a white bottle from his bag, poured out a brown pill the size of a longan, and placed it in a bowl, saying, “Get some cool boiled water.”

Someone had already passed a bottle of mineral water over; Feng Jun poured the water into the bowl, dissolving the pill, “Who wants to try it?”

Someone stepped forward immediately, his face pale and his whole body trembling, he spoke shakily, “Master, I will!”

Feng Jun handed over the bowl and spoke gravely, “First drink one-third, be careful of side effects if you drink too much.”

The person held the bowl, originally planning to drink a bit more, but upon hearing the last sentence, he became cautious and controlled himself.

The medication truly had an immediate effect; within five minutes of drinking, the person’s complexion visibly reddened, and he was no longer shivering. He stretched comfortably, moaning in pleasure, “Ah, how comfortable.”

Seeing it was effective, more people crowded around, “Master, I’m also in discomfort…”

But Feng Jun had already determined the proper dosing and shook his head, “The medication is still too much; one pill can be used for six people… well, I’ll take out ten pills.”

He counted out ten pills, “Who can get some water? I can only treat sixty people, those with severe symptoms come first.”

There were already more than a dozen people with severe poisoning being treated medically. Seventy or eighty people present felt unwell, and about ten had stomach discomfort; it was hard to tell whether it was from fright or if their symptoms were mild.

Water was quickly prepared in cooperation, and the host family stepped forward to organize the distribution of the medication.

Sixty doses were certainly not enough, and everyone felt their condition was serious—Master didn’t mention any charge, so it should be free, right?

The host family decided to withhold twenty doses of the medication as a priority, reasoning that those already seeking medical treatment must be more serious; otherwise, why would they go to the expense of seeing a doctor?

This division caused the medicine to be in high demand, and some people started to argue. The host family felt overwhelmed; these were guests of the wedding, and they couldn’t very well show favoritism.

So they turned to Feng Jun, speaking with apologetic smiles, “Master, could you perhaps spare a few more pills?”

Then someone immediately added, “We’re not asking for handouts; we’re willing to pay, just name your price…”

Feng Jun shook his head, his expression emotionless as he spoke, “You can’t afford this medication; to tell you the truth, if it weren’t for the potential impact on my reputation, I would not bother with this matter at all.”

He wasn’t exaggerating; the pills were Antidote Pills from the Yu Family. In the Mobile Phone world, they weren’t something that could be bought with money, always being priceless.

In general, on the black market, one Yu Family Antidote Pill could be sold for a tael of gold, with the key issue being that there might not even be any stock available.

The person asking the question also knew that President Feng wasn’t just ordinarily wealthy, but still couldn’t help but say, “You name your price first, and I’ll see if I can grit my teeth and buy a couple.”

Feng Jun glanced at him, “Fine, twenty thousand per pill, I won’t make a profit off you.”

Twenty thousand? The inquirer was immediately aghast. Could it really be that expensive? “So these ten… eleven pills you’ve brought out are worth two hundred and twenty thousand?”

“You think I want to bring them out?” Feng Jun glanced at him annoyed, “Price is secondary, you can’t buy these kinds of things. If it weren’t for the potential damage to my reputation, I absolutely wouldn’t bother.”

While speaking, he raised his hand to point at someone, “You… don’t take the medicine!”

The person he pointed to was in his early forties with a pale face and shaky steps. Hearing this, he turned his head, looking bewilderedly at Feng Jun and pointing to his own nose, “Master, are you talking to me?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded decisively and replied, “You are not poisoned!”

“Master, are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?” This man was really upset and completely disregarded the fact that he was speaking to a master in his haste, “I’ve run to the toilet five times in one hour!”

“I haven’t made a mistake,” Feng Jun’s tone was very certain. “I’ll say it again, Liu Zijian, you’re not poisoned. You just have the runs!”

This person was quite angry, but upon hearing his own name mentioned, his raging anger instantly turned into utter astonishment, “You know me?”

“I don’t need to know you to know your name,” Feng Jun said with a cold smile before pointing at a few more people, “Zhang Er Dan, Li Aijun, Wang Man Cang, Zhang Zhe… none of you are poisoned.”

As those named were still in surprise, someone had already pushed them to one side, “Go on, get lost. If you’re not poisoned, why crowd around?”

Those who were pushed aside were quite unhappy. “Master, are you sure you haven’t made an error?”

“How could the Master be wrong?” someone beside them glared at them, “He’s divined all of your names.”

“Exactly, I don’t understand what your problem is. The Master personally told you that you’re not poisoned… Isn’t that something to be happy about?”

“That’s true,” Wang Man Cang finally came to his senses. I was just thinking about the free medicine— isn’t it better not to be sick?

Liu Zijian also came around, his anger suddenly cast aside to Java. He put on a smile and said apologetically, “Please forgive me, Master, I was out of my mind… What do you recommend I should use?”

Feng Jun looked at him, speaking coldly, “I am not a doctor. If you have any health issues, go to the hospital. I don’t deal with anything other than poisoning!”

Those who still harbored any hope that the master would provide a free diagnosis had their hopes dashed after hearing this.

Those who drank the medicinal liquid improved quickly. Meanwhile, the hospitalized patients also heard that medicine was being distributed here and immediately sent someone to get it. Even more patients holding up IV drip bags came personally to get some. @@novelbin@@

However, Feng Jun emphasized: this medicinal liquid can alleviate symptoms, but it doesn’t guarantee a cure. If your condition has been diagnosed, it’s best to reinforce it with appropriate medical treatment.

The commotion over here wasn’t small, and soon hospitals too got wind of this news. Their stance was: if patients believe in Water Talismans, it’s superstition and not scientific. If they take that Water Talisman, they are responsible for any consequences!

Indeed, the hospitals didn’t believe in the Antidote Pill; they thought it was the same as drinking Water Talisman.

Fortunately, Feng Jun didn’t charge a fee, so they couldn’t accuse him of practicing medicine without a license.

Under the pressure of the hospitals, two people really didn’t come to drink this medicinal water. However, the cost of believing in science was that each of them had an IV for five whole days, then took oral medication and took more than a week to recover.

The others who took the medicinal liquid recovered within five days at most.

Fortunately, the two who didn’t drink the medicinal liquid were not the most severely poisoned, so their lives were not in danger. Had it been seven or eight other seriously ill patients, nine out of ten would have died.

Those seriously ill patients also didn’t totally disbelieve the hospitals; it was just that they were tormented to the extreme. Since there was one more option, even if unsure of its effectiveness, they considered it as an extra layer of insurance.

Feng Jun watched everyone drink the medicinal liquid. He had heard from Elder Yuan that while he was in the capital, someone had taken some Foundation Establishment Pills away for testing. Today, having declared his own pills worth twenty thousand each, he watched vigilantly to prevent anyone from taking them away for testing.

After everyone finished drinking, he took a bottle of mineral water to rinse the two small basins and then poured the water onto the ground.

Afterward, he observed for a good while to ensure there were no accidents before leisurely turning to leave.

On the way back, there was lightning and thunder, and it looked like it was going to rain again; visibility was poor.

As the car reached the gate, President Feng furrowed his brows, “What’s going on here?”

Two SUVs were parked at the entrance with a bus behind them, the retractable gate was already open, and Xu Lei Gang’s Jeep was parked in front of the retractable gate.

Turning the steering wheel another notch, only then did he see that two gatekeepers had been handcuffed, and three people were standing in front of Xu Lei Gang’s car, shouting fiercely.

At that moment, his Mobile Phone rang. It was from Li Ting, who spoke in a low and tense voice, “Master, don’t come back just yet…”