Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1248: One After Another

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248: One After Another

Apparently, even though Yin Jie is also part of the national defense front, his reputation isn’t very good.

He’s from the research sector, but he is a political worker. He hasn’t achieved much in research; most of his achievements are in "research management."

For the experts, research management can be somewhat acceptable—perhaps calling it "research guidance" would be more accurate. But generally speaking, research management is basically just bluffing people. If it can have a positive effect, that’s great; if not a negative effect, that’s quite good already.

However, Yin Jie truly lacks both technical skills and competency.

Yet he still came this time, for a simple reason—because he has the seniority.

In Huaxia, there is quite some criticism regarding personal connections. Clearly, it’s supposed to be academic benefits, yet they insist on considering administrative management seniority.

Of course, if Yin Jie had significant achievements in management, such as being able to secure project funding, it would be different. But he’s not; the projects he’s responsible for often just go through the motions.

The details aren’t appropriate to mention, but in the system, people who know Yin Jie don’t rate him very highly.

So when Eldest Gu called, he didn’t have much intention to pursue it. He was just curious—Yin Jie’s reputation is that bad?

Yang Yuxin wouldn’t care what kind of person Yin Jie is. She simply stated it’s just an unexpected event; doctors treat illnesses, and sometimes people die.

But after hanging up the phone, she couldn’t help but ponder: could Feng Jun have already discovered Yin Jie’s background?

After all, that young man is known for his skill in calculations.

Regardless, she didn’t continue to ask, and after twenty-four days, six cancer patients came out of the Rehabilitation Center.

There were ten when they came, three walked away, and one died—in fact, a sixty percent cure rate is already quite high.

Among the six who came out, four would need at least two more surgeries—their bodies were overdrawn too much.

But this doesn’t matter; the cancer cells in their bodies were eradicated, and the greatest enemy has already conceded.

After this round of treatment, three days later, Yang Yuxin received another call from Eldest Gu—the treatment was very effective, and the next batch of thirty would arrive soon, so ensure good reception.

Yang Yuxin snapped back; she hadn’t even asked Feng Jun and directly stated, "Currently, there are no treatment indicators; let’s talk in half a year."

Feng Jun certainly could continue treatments, and Hua Hua especially enjoyed this process—it liked to save lives, the more, the better.

But he found that at this pace, Luohua Manor might turn into "Zhengyang City Cancer Hospital," and he felt the need to hit the brakes.

Opening a cancer hospital and such sounds like a joke; after all, to be qualified for that name, many certifications are required, and Feng himself would need to obtain a medical license.

Of course, these obstacles might be tough for ordinary people, but Feng Jun believes that as long as he’s willing to speak up, these problems won’t be issues—even if hospital procedures are difficult to approve, setting up a rehabilitation center or something could be done in just a day or two.

However, the real issues follow; once formalized and industrialized, various equipment and personnel will surely be supplemented, leading to too many problems arising. Just think of that persistent male nurse—he would be entangled in massive trouble.

Feng Jun feels he has social responsibility and is ethically grounded, but he cannot drown in mundane matters.

Yang Yuxin dismissed those "excessive" requests, but this didn’t make the other side retreat—the recovery of six cancer patients is enough to drive the most composed person insane.

Thus, some people actually suggested investigating the cause of Yin Jie’s death—he died under abnormal circumstances.

Fortunately, Elder Yu was still in the manor; Funiu was his stronghold, and he dissuaded such irrational behavior, even approaching Feng Jun regarding this matter, saying "Don’t be too capricious; if you can treat those people, perhaps give it a try."

Feng Jun finally stated, "I can treat a batch every month, not exceeding twenty people, but besides those three rules, I must emphasize one more point: due to frequent treatments, they cause some harm to me, so I hope to set the cure rate at sixty percent."

In other words, for twenty people, curing twelve would be considered acceptable; the remaining eight, live or die, he bears no responsibility.

In other words, he is applying for a death quota.

Elder Yu can actually guess that Feng Jun’s resistance is probably because he doesn’t want to delay his cultivation, and... it might come at a significant price.

Moreover, he hopes not to overly exploit the young man’s treatment potential—this potential is truly precious.

As for Yin Jie’s affair, Elder Yu had also heard about it. He realized that such a valuable resource already showed signs of being misused, so naturally, it wouldn’t do to drain it dry, lest when true needs arise, there are no more resources available here.

Old Master Yu, being rather cunning, openly announced to the public that this guy is, in fact, a charlatan and lacks basic care for patients—if you don’t believe it, look at Yin Jie. So before you’re at your wit’s end, don’t gamble your lives recklessly.

His words are nothing more than a joke to those in the know: If Feng Jun is merely a charlatan, then why are you living in Luohua?

Nevertheless, such insiders are very few and far between, and Elder Yu’s whereabouts are of the highest secrecy level; no one dares to leak it casually.

Upon hearing about Yin Jie’s experience, most people can’t help but feel a chill in their hearts. The death of a cancer patient is not unexpected, but dying from a ruptured blood vessel, bleeding out internally, is.

Then the matter of the death quota was brought up, and thinking about the other party being merely a charlatan, quite a few people began having second thoughts.

They inquired with the six people who recovered, finally confirming that there were genuinely no medical personnel over there, only a person similar to a nanny, serving them at scheduled times—not anytime.

So in the second wave, more than thirty people, only sixteen were willing to come. To avoid wasting the quota, four more people with connections were sneaked in—certainly the kind with money.

Organizing these twenty people drew lessons from the last time, those seriously ill patients simply weren’t sent here.

However, this time Feng Jun eliminated two more people, these two were added in later.

But this time, he did not return the deposit, merely saying, "If similar situations occur again in the future, I won’t refund the deposit, and wasted slots I will reclaim."

While saying this, a slight cold smile lingered on his lips, can you avoid it by implanting those sensitive objects under the skin?

The escort expressed confusion, "President Feng, I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand your words. What kind of situation?"

Feng Jun glanced at him, lightly shaking his head, "I don’t care if you truly don’t understand or pretend not to understand, the important thing is... I’ve informed you. If this kind of issue arises again next time, deducting money is a minor matter, I will also reduce the quotas, irreversibly reduce."

The escort, of course, wasn’t genuinely dumbfounded, turning around immediately to make a phone call.

One of those removed from the list began to act up, "Swallow a billion of mine... Mountain Master Feng, this wasn’t my intention, I’ll give you another billion, can you give me a chance?"

Feng Jun couldn’t even be bothered to look at him... a billion to buy me?

His arrogance finally stirred up dissatisfaction in the man, as time was running out anyway, and the last hope was now shattered.

He sneered, "President Feng, I always thought you are someone worth respecting, but now it seems you really fear the strong and bully the weak, you know I’m coerced... are you docking my money because you can’t provoke them?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun finally turned his head to look at him, then spoke with a peculiar expression, "As for what kind of person I am, as long as I know, that’s enough. How you perceive me... do I need to care?"

These words were exceedingly arrogant, combined with his expression, utterly reducing the other to an ant.

This person could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, "Since you refuse to communicate, we’ll have to meet in court."

Feng Jun, upon hearing such words, also became enraged, you’re carrying devices, trying to probe my secrets. If the local court could handle it, I’d definitely charge you with infringement of business secrets. Now, it’s easy enough for you to brush it off with "being coerced?"

Nonetheless, he still couldn’t be bothered to argue with him—not even on the same level, he merely stated indifferently, "If you truly insist on receiving treatment, I don’t mind... bear in mind that there are death quotas here."

Going to court? Ha, I’ll let you into the room now, let’s see if you dare to go in!

The person was stunned upon hearing this, after thinking it over, he whispered to the person beside him, received a knife, directly rolled up his pant leg, and cut into his abdomen.

There was a freshly sutured wound here, the stitches weren’t yet removed. He reopened the wound, pried open the bloody opening, took out a mung bean-sized plastic bead, then asked in a deep voice, "President Feng... is this sufficient?"

Feng Jun was a bit surprised; he had encountered many wealthy individuals, but few who, having money, have the guts to strike so audaciously. He ambiguously smiled, "Strong survival instinct, huh."

Seeing he didn’t give a direct answer, the man quickly spoke, "That billion doesn’t count, I’ll offer two billion more."

Feng Jun looked at him deeply, "It’s not about the money."

The man wanted to say something but seeing Feng Jun’s gaze, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He then retreated a step, bent down, and placed the bead on the ground, "No matter what, this counts as my apology, pardon me."

Feng Jun stepped forward two steps, under the watchful eyes, he crushed the bead with his foot, then coughed lightly, "Alright, those escorting can leave now. Xiao Li, announce the relevant rules..."

With more patients, the methods could be adjusted somewhat. At seven in the evening, Feng Jun boldly walked into the Rehabilitation Center with Li Shishi, directly feeding sleeping pills to eighteen patients.

Indeed, he clearly stated these were sleeping pills, just short of saying—"Once you’re asleep, I’ll make my move."

Yet these patients couldn’t refuse, as they came to receive treatment in the first place.

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