Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 204: Chapter 204 Sensible (2nd Update)

After Feng Jun lashed out, no one spoke in the room for a long while until Gao Qiang quietly walked in.

Seeing the Yuan Huapeng couple looking helpless, Xu Ruofang felt somewhat sympathetic and took the initiative to speak, “Master Feng, about this… shouldn’t you go up and check on Youwei?”

Feng Jun could of course sense that the Eldest Sister of the Xu Family had always been kind to him. Hearing her question, he then took it upon himself to explain, “I could have been watching him all along, it’s just that I feared you Yuans couldn’t remain composed, so I took the opportunity to come out and pour him two glasses of water.”

Hearing this, Yuan Huapeng, despite feeling anxious, couldn’t help but internally criticize: If you had made that clear earlier, wouldn’t everything have been all right?

Focused on blaming others, he never considered whether they, with their arrogance, would have accepted it if Feng Junruo had given them a heads-up.

Of course, it wasn’t that Feng Jun worried they wouldn’t accept it, hence he didn’t bother to explain. Compared to the Yuan Family, his pride was not inferior—does a person like me need to explain my actions to you?

In any case, you’re going to pay after seeing the treatment’s effects. I could explain all I want, but it’s better to let the facts speak for themselves.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ruofang gave a slight nod, “So you were pouring water for Youwei, ah. I had forgotten; Lei Gang also mentioned that he sweated a lot after taking the medication.”

“You should’ve told us earlier, Second Sister-in-Law,” Li Ting said softly with a hint of complaint, “You made us come across as so rude.”

Xu Ruofang heard this and couldn’t help but internally purse her lips—I could have said something earlier, but would my conceited brother-in-law listen to a woman’s words?

Of course, she hadn’t spoken up earlier not because she wanted to hide her ignorance, but because she had also been negligent, “Lei Gang didn’t want to talk much about it. He respects Master Feng a lot… things like sweating, he just mentioned it in passing.”

“I don’t need any special respect from others,” Feng Jun actually spoke up, casually stating, “I just believe that everyone is equal. No one is inherently superior to another. If you wish to communicate… it’s best done on equal footing.”

The room fell silent once again, equal communication … was there none before? Could it be that only by kneeling down to speak would suffice?

After a while, Gao Qiang gathered his courage, took two steps forward, and respectfully inquired, “May I ask, Master Feng… what is the principle behind your weight loss method?”

His inquiry was genuine, and his demeanor extremely respectful—You want equal communication, will this appease you?

Feng Jun glanced at him indifferently, “Aren’t you checking my medical credentials anymore? As for your question, I have nothing to disclose. I am helping the child lose weight, and you are procuring supplies for me; it’s merely an equal exchange. I am under no obligation to tell you more.”

“But…” Gao Qiang’s mouth moved hesitantly, and in the end, he still voiced a disagreement, “But this concerns the child’s treatment. Explaining the principle would reduce many misunderstandings.”

“… does a principle hold more persuasive power than the treatment’s effectiveness?” Feng Jun took out another cigarette and lit it, “If you had provided the supplies first, perhaps I might have considered explaining the principle. But you did not do so.”

Not see the effects yet provide supplies for you? Have you gone mad? Yuan Huapeng thought this person was somewhat unreasonable—do you really think military procurement is something anyone can engage in?

However, it was as if Feng Jun heard his inner thoughts, glanced at him sideways, and continued to speak indifferently.

“Perhaps you think your supplies are quite special, but how can you be certain that my pills are not unique? To tell you the truth, were it not for the fact that I currently lack similar connections, and were it not for Lei Gang’s sake, with your attitudes, you couldn’t afford to hire my services!”

He emphasized “currently lack connections” twice, which sounded like giving away leverage, not knowing how to negotiate—how can one reveal their trump card when in need of help?

But Yuan Huapeng understood very clearly; this was an unmistakable warning— I value the supplies you promised, and after you’ve seen the effectiveness, if you think of muddling through, then consider the consequences for yourself.

And he had to admit, just based on the other party’s approach alone, such words were not excessive.

Feng Jun offered his explanation, and those present finally fell into silence. Regardless of what they were thinking, his logic was sound; the only difference lay in whose perspective they considered the matter from.

About half an hour later, the screams within the house finally ceased. Li Ting glanced at her watch, “Thirty-three minutes… Master Feng, does this mean it’s over now?”

Feng Jun did not answer her but instead went upstairs and pushed open a bedroom door to look inside, then he gave a slight nod, “You may come in now.”

The other four hurried upstairs in succession: Li Ting, Yuan Huapeng, Gao Qiang, and Xu Ruofang.

Li Ting took one look and began to cry. Her son was wearing only his underwear, lying on a specially-made bed, with his hands, feet, and head encircled by round metal rings that allowed him to move only two to three centimeters.

Beneath him, there was only a single white sheet on the bed, which was now drenched with sweat, even leaving puddles at the foot of the bed from sweat trickling down the sheet.

Yuan Youwei had been closing his eyes, but then he suddenly opened them, and upon seeing his mother at the door, he couldn’t help but cry out, “Mom,” his voice was incredibly hoarse.

Yuan Huapeng, hearing this cry, couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching, and his heart clenched tightly as his eyes began to moisten slightly.

The child has really suffered! Li Ting felt unbearably heartbroken, but mindful of previous lessons, she turned to look at Feng Jun, “Master, can he be released now?”

“It’d be best to wait another three to five minutes,” Feng Jun pondered before speaking, “Let him adjust a little first.”

Although Yuan Youwei was spoiled from a young age, he was surprisingly resolute at this moment. With a hoarse and weak voice, he said, “Mom, I’m already much better, just wait a bit longer… It’s not a big deal.”

Li Ting’s tears rolled down her cheeks, but because of Feng Jun’s tyranny, she didn’t dare to step forward.

Five minutes later, Yuan Youwei was let down, not only severely dehydrated but also covered in a thick layer of greasy, yellowish-brown film.

It was at this time that Xu Leigang finally arrived back after seeing off Manager Chang.

Seeing Yuan Youwei, who had just come downstairs, gulping down water, he first paused, then nodded with a smile, “You held on? That’s really not easy.”

Li Ting’s anger exploded upon seeing him, “Lei Gang, why didn’t you say earlier that the treatment would be so painful?”

“If I’d told you, you might not have agreed,” Xu Leigang answered with a cheeky smile, “It was not easy to persuade Master Feng to take action… In a couple of days, you’ll thank me.”

His return eased the atmosphere considerably, and he even suggested that Yuan Huapeng take his son for a bath, “The toxins expelled are smelly; it’s best to wash them off as soon as possible…”

After taking a bath, Yuan Youwei’s spirits were much better, and he loudly complained of hunger. However, his hoarse voice was not going to improve anytime soon.

Xu Leigang at this moment was curious about the bed on the second floor, “When did you get this bed? It kind of looks like… a Dragon Phoenix Bed?”

The Dragon Phoenix Bed, also known as the He Huan Bed, is a type of furniture that aids in… romantic activities, to avoid further explanation.

Even Feng Jun, thick-skinned as he was, couldn’t help but cough awkwardly at these words, “You sure recognize everything, don’t you? I bought this bed especially for the little guy’s treatment and made some modifications… It was the easiest kind of bed to alter.”

“That makes sense,” Xu Leigang nodded, then called out loudly to Li Ting, “Look, Master Feng specially crafted this bed for Youwei, it’s really considerate.”

Li Ting’s mouth twitched at the comment, unsure of what to say.

Just then, Yuan Youwei, freshly bathed, came out, and she asked anxiously, “Master, what can Youwei eat now?”

“Stick to easily digestible food,” Feng Jun provided the answer, “As for how much, don’t worry about it… let him have as much as he wants.”

“So, will we eat here?” Xu Leigang looked towards Yuan Huapeng, probing. He knew that this man was the decision-maker among the group and a very thoughtful one at that.

Yuan Huapeng hesitated slightly. After the events that had just transpired, it was difficult for him to swallow his pride, but when he had washed his son earlier, he was shocked to find layer upon layer of greasiness on Youwei’s body. He had to use soap four times to fully remove the greasiness.

He had bathed his son many times before and, despite Youwei’s obese appearance, he was still in his teenage years. No matter how overweight, he didn’t have as much body grease as middle-aged men, who, no matter how skinny, always had some greasiness.

But even for greasy middle-aged men, bathing didn’t require four rounds of soap. Two rounds would already indicate a sufficient level of dirtiness.

Therefore, it naturally occurred to him: could Master Feng be… cleansing his marrow and changing his tendons?

You can’t deny the extensive readership and profound influence of martial arts novels in Huaxia.

He was already feeling a bit regretful about his impoliteness, and after discovering this, he felt even more remorseful.

So for him, all that was needed now was a step down, and Xu Leigang was conveniently offering him one.

He hesitated briefly, about to take the opportunity to apologize formally, but then Li Ting spoke up, “It’s already quite late, let’s not disturb Master Feng any longer, Lei Gang, you keep Master company.”

It was indeed getting late, Feng had returned after five, and it was already seven o’clock.

She helped her child get dressed and took him to the door, waiting for her husband to borrow Xu Leigang’s car.

Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out, Yuan Huapeng followed suit, whispering, “What’s the matter, aren’t we eating here?”

“You have the nerve to ask me?” Li Ting glanced at him indignantly, “You were hesitating and not speaking, so I helped you decline… It’s not to criticize you, but it’s mealtime, such a good opportunity to get closer.”

“…” Yuan Huapeng was utterly speechless. So, it’s because of me?

After a long while, he sighed, “Is that really what you think of me, that I’m so thoughtless?”

“My husband is of course thoughtful,” Li Ting, very attentive to her husband’s feelings and not wishing to provoke him excessively, expressed her understanding instead, “In the end, we have to see the results. There’s no need for you to humble yourself before they’re evident.”

Yuan Huapeng looked up at the sky, letting the fine rain fall upon his face, and felt an urge to cry: My virtuous wife, you really don’t have to be so considerate!