Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1141: The Exchange of Patient Information

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: The Exchange of Patient Information

The three of them weren’t foolish. After some brief contemplation, they realized that because the little girl had asked a question, the Mountain Master had added half a Body Tempering Pill. Such a spontaneous addition of a pill likely enhances its effectiveness.

One of them nodded at Gu Jiahui, "Thank you for your reminder, Sister Gu. We’re very grateful."

As mentioned earlier, terms like "Brother X" and "Sister Y" are considered respectful in the capital. He didn’t mind addressing a girl as "sister."

But Gu Jiahui felt a bit uncomfortable with his street-style manner of calling her sister. She waved her hand and responded, "Since you were introduced by my uncle, it’s only right for me to take care of you as much as I can."

Only Xiao Song still had doubts, "But... can he really do it?"

Yang Yuxin’s expression darkened as she spoke earnestly, "If you’re doubting this from the bottom of your heart, then I think you might as well leave now."

You saved my uncle, and indeed you deserve credit for that—but questioning repeatedly? If you don’t trust the process, then why bother coming to Zhengyang?

Once she lost her temper, none of the three dared say a word. Still, their hearts grew increasingly anxious: fanatics like her made them the most uneasy.

However, no one dared to leave just like that—not even Xiao Song. As a result, one of them took out his mobile phone and swiped open the screen.

"Hmm?" Yang Yuxin frowned slightly, let out a light snort, and her eyes radiated a cold sharpness. "What are you trying to do?"

The man turned his head in surprise. "Director Yang, we can’t understand the prescription, so we were just planning to take... take..."

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized his mistake and stopped speaking altogether.

Yang Yuxin stared at him emotionlessly for a while. Seeing that he hadn’t said anything further, she finally snorted coldly, "You’re not entirely foolish, or I’d truly start doubting if my brother’s subordinates had all become so clueless."

The man put his phone away and coughed awkwardly. "Director Yang, I was focused on attending to patients and forgot about the confidentiality agreement in the heat of the moment. This is confidential, isn’t it?"

After hearing that this person wasn’t a professional, Yang Yuxin’s sharp demeanor softened slightly. "No matter what role you play, you must remember the confidentiality requirements. Let me make it clear: no photos are allowed in the manor, and sharing information with others is forbidden. Do you understand?"

"Understood," the three nodded in unison this time.

"Good," Yang Yuxin nodded and handed the paper to Gu Jiahui. "Xiao Hui, I leave the treatment in your hands."

Gu Jiahui took the paper and muttered to herself, "A quarter of a Foundation Establishment Pill, another quarter in half a day... Alright, let me find the Foundation Establishment Pill."

She wasn’t unfamiliar with the pill. After checking a few jade vials, she opened one lid, poured out a green pill, flicked her wrist, and produced a small knife. She cut the Foundation Establishment Pill in half, then halved it again.

Holding the pill, she looked at the three of them and spoke with some surprise, "Hm? You didn’t bring any mineral water for taking medicine?"

The three of them twitched at the corners of their mouths, managing only some bitter smiles. Inwardly, they thought—who would have guessed that the treatment methods at Luohua Manor would be this straightforward and crude?

Gu Jiahui saw their reactions and realized she might have acted hastily, but it wasn’t a big deal. She took a walkie-talkie from her waist and spoke, "Sister Shi Shi, could you bring a bottle of mineral water to the front yard?"

Soon enough, a young girl walked out from the building—it was the one who had driven them earlier. She was holding a bottle of mineral water with a helpless expression. "Xiao Hui, it’s just a few steps away; did you seriously need to call me? Don’t you know I’m busy?"

This made the three people freeze again. For heaven’s sake, that’s the niece of the Eldest Gu! And yet you complained to her like that?

What surprised them more came next: Gu Jiahui actually smiled at her. "Haha, forgot you were occupied. Won’t happen again, won’t happen again."

Li Shishi shoved the mineral water into her hands before turning around and walking away.

Gu Jiahui handed them the mineral water and the pills, watched as Xiao Song took his dose, then turned and headed toward the backyard. "You stay here; if you’re bored, browse your social media or something. The next dose isn’t until the afternoon. You can walk around the yard, but don’t go near the Moon Gate."

Yang Yuxin accompanied her, following closely as they walked through the Moon Gate.

After they left, one of the three hesitantly asked, "What’s the deal with this manor? Why does it feel like... like some sort of pyramid scheme?"

"Don’t talk nonsense," replied another. "Just follow their instructions and don’t cause trouble for yourself. Some things you haven’t heard of doesn’t mean they don’t exist."

This one clearly believed in some superstitions, or at the very least, preferred staying out of trouble.

Xiao Song, however, was concerned about something else. "Did you notice that those pill bottles seem to be made of actual white jade?"

"I noticed something strange about the bottles vanishing mysteriously—and that small knife," remarked the superstitious one. "Let’s stop speculating and focus on feeling the effects of the medicine..."

Li Shishi wasn’t intentionally targeting Gu Jiahui. She had indeed been busy recently managing preparations for Zhang Caixin’s celebratory event.

She didn’t need to handle the invitations but had to oversee custom orders and plan logistics.

The buzz at Luohua Manor these days couldn’t escape those who were paying attention. Elder Yu looked troubled, muttering, "What is this Qi Refinement Realm all about? Sounds extraordinary—can that delicate young woman really be so powerful?"

No one could answer him, so Yu Qingzhu finally spoke up, "No matter how capable they are, it has nothing to do with us. Grandpa, just focus on your recovery—the treatments cost two million a day. It’d be foolish not to take advantage of it."

The pretentious eldest daughter of the Yu Family had apparently come to terms with the idea of leveraging this opportunity, showing just how worldview-shaking Luohua Manor could be.

"Simply taking advantage won’t do," Elder Yu pondered aloud, his voice unexpectedly loud. "The Gu Family can cultivate, yet our Yu Family, native Funiu People, can’t? This cannot be allowed to rest."

Nevertheless, his complaints were met with indifference at Luohua Manor, which didn’t regard him in the least.

Elder Yu thought about probing further during lunch but found that Feng Jun hadn’t shown up to eat. "Where is Master Feng?"

No one answered him. Feng Jun’s mobile phone signal had been dead for several days. Everyone knew he was at Luohua Manor, but looking for him required the use of a walkie-talkie.

Feeling deflated, Elder Yu chose not to nap after lunch and instead walked to the front yard—these past few days the weather in Zhengyang had been cloudy, so he wasn’t worried about the harsh sunlight.

Stepping outside, he saw the three sitting under a tree, eating boxed lunches. He signaled his granddaughter to push his wheelchair forward.

The boxed lunches they ate were supplied by Luohua, and while described as takeout, each box was about the size of a human head and included soup and chili sauce—Luohua was hospitable, even if guests weren’t allowed to dine inside the villa.

While Elder Yu had heard of people coming for treatment, he hadn’t figured out their backgrounds. Given the repeated warnings, the three dared not reveal their identities.

When the three looked at each other after his question, Xiao Song responded, "We don’t know. The boss paid for it."

"Oh?" Elder Yu let out a soft exclamation and then gave him a curious glance. "Your boss is certainly generous. What line of work is he in?"

The three of them fell silent at the question, unwilling to reveal anything to this once-renown elder.

Elder Yu found their silence increasingly intriguing. "You recognize me, yet dare not answer my question?"

One of them spoke hesitantly, "Elder Yu, we respect you greatly. Must you put us in a difficult position?"

Elder Yu paused for a moment before laughing heartily. "You’re with the system, aren’t you? Following confidentiality protocol... Let me think. I wonder whose subordinates you might be."

Xiao Song found him oddly eccentric and blurted out, "Elder Yu, what’s the point? We haven’t offended you."

Despite guessing the truth, Elder Yu was still reasonable and decided to let it go, especially after seeing their nervous, pale faces. "Forget it—it’s just a few groups anyway. Guessing wouldn’t be fun. How’s the treatment going?"

"It seems somewhat effective," Xiao Song responded carefully and then asked eagerly, "Elder Yu, is Luohua’s treatment truly that remarkable?"

Elder Yu shot him a scornful look. "That’s why I say people like you... surrounded by blessings and yet blind to them. If Luohua weren’t extraordinary, I’d have already returned to the capital. The fact that your boss is willing to pay for you shows impressive generosity—even an old man like me admires that."

Xiao Song asked curiously, "How much could the treatment possibly cost?"

"How much?" Elder Yu snorted dismissively. "Getting him to act is what matters; he usually doesn’t bother with trivial matters. As for the cost... it’s obviously calculated in billions."

Billions? The three froze in shock when they heard this. By the time they recovered, Elder Yu had already walked far away.

The skeptic among the group sighed softly and said cautiously, "Why does it feel like... Elder Yu has been brainwashed into this pyramid scheme too?"

Feng Jun wasn’t focused on treating patients personally—his primary goal was conducting experiments on his own site. He hadn’t performed many experiments when there was suddenly a surge in spiritual energy nearby, and Shen Qingyi approached him. "Mountain Master Feng, how much longer until the Ascension Mirror will be ready?"

Feng Jun looked at her and replied irritably, "When the time is right, it’ll naturally be ready. Are you trying to rush me?"

In the mobile phone’s realm, someone in the Qi Refinement Realm attempting to rush someone in the Out-of-Dust Realm would result in only one outcome—disrespect!

Shen Qingyi was surprised. After so many days of interacting, her once distinctive Kunlun arrogance had been considerably tempered. Although prideful as ever, she now understood that even Kunlun couldn’t dominate entirely in Huaxia.

The power of Luohua Manor wasn’t something she comprehended fully, but she knew for sure that Kunlun couldn’t afford to provoke Feng Jun’s wrath.

She swiftly cupped her hands and said, "Pardon me, Mountain Master... I’m just a bit eager."

After a pause, she added, "Fellow cultivator Zhang Caixin is unlocking the Immortal Gate—a joyous occasion worthy of celebration. Might Kunlun be allowed to offer its congratulations?"

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