Flawless Metropolitan Divine Emperor

Chapter 0039 – Remuneration for treating illness

"Young man, you haven't offended us. This is truly a misunderstanding," Weng Shanlin said. "My granddaughter accompanies me here every morning for exercise, taking care of me. This man, Meng Ying, is responsible for my protection. Perhaps he saw you approaching me and acted out of caution."

It turned out that Weng Shanlin was always accompanied by his granddaughter, Weng Xiaoxi, during his morning exercises. Whenever they went out, Meng Ying would be by his side to ensure his safety.

Just now, Meng Ying, standing at a distance, saw Jiang Feng approaching Weng Shanlin and, thinking he had ill intentions, acted decisively.

This was the cause of the misunderstanding.

Hearing Weng Shanlin's explanation, Jiang Feng felt relieved.

Jiang Feng had indeed intended to approach him and was attacked as a result.

"In that case, it was my fault for being presumptuous," Jiang Feng said.

"No, no, since the misunderstanding is cleared up, let's prioritize harmony and stop fighting. Please put Xiaoxi down," Weng Shanlin said.

Jiang Feng saw no need to argue further and released Weng Xiaoxi, though she was still unwilling and wanted to spar with Jiang Feng again.

"Xiaoxi, don't be rude," Weng Shanlin scolded quickly.

"Grandpa, this guy might be a bad person. Don't be fooled by his appearance. Otherwise, how could he be so skilled?" Weng Xiaoxi pouted.

"No, he's a martial artist," Meng Ying said as he got up from the ground. He was now deeply terrified of Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng's moves had exceeded his understanding, even surpassing his master's skills.

His master was a prominent figure in the military, with extraordinary strength and status. Meng Ying had always idolized his master.

But today, his perception changed because of Jiang Feng.

He even felt a deep sense of admiration.

"A martial artist?" Weng Xiaoxi was shocked and looked at Meng Ying. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. How could I be wrong?" Meng Ying said confidently.

Weng Shanlin and Weng Xiaoxi both looked at Jiang Feng again, their eyes filled with surprise.

"Young man, are you really a martial artist?" Weng Shanlin asked.

"Sort of," Jiang Feng replied vaguely.

Sort of!

What does 'sort of' mean? Is he or isn't he?

But Weng Shanlin didn't press further and simply said, "For someone so young to be a martial artist, your future is limitless."

"Hehe, you're too kind," Jiang Feng smiled. "I noticed you seemed to be practicing a mental technique earlier and was curious, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect to cause such a misunderstanding. My apologies. Now that everything is clear, I'll take my leave."

"Wait," Weng Shanlin called out to Jiang Feng in surprise. "You could tell I was practicing a mental technique?"

"Yes, I could tell," Jiang Feng nodded.

Weng Shanlin was taken aback, then smiled slightly. "Of course, you're a martial artist. It's natural you could see it. I was overreacting."

"By the way, may I know your name? Perhaps we can exchange ideas in the future," Weng Shanlin asked.

"Jiang Feng. The Jiang Feng that brings rain to the boat," Jiang Feng said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Weng Shanlin said.

"Likewise," Jiang Feng replied.

At that moment, Weng Shanlin suddenly swayed, his face turning pale, and then he unexpectedly spat out a mouthful of foul blood.

Weng Shanlin's eyes closed, and he collapsed.

Jiang Feng reacted quickly, catching Weng Shanlin and laying him flat on the ground.

"What happened?" Jiang Feng was bewildered.

They were just talking fine a moment ago. How could he suddenly collapse? It was too strange.

"Oh no, my grandpa's illness has flared up again," Weng Xiaoxi was more panicked than anyone, lifting Weng Shanlin's head and holding it in her arms. "Meng Ying, go get the medicine quickly."

"Alright," Meng Ying responded and was about to rush back.

"There's no time," Jiang Feng said. Upon closer inspection, he realized Weng Shanlin's symptoms resembled lung cancer.

If not treated promptly, he would soon die.

By the time Meng Ying returned with the medicine, Weng Shanlin would be beyond saving.

Given the situation, Jiang Feng had no choice but to act.

"What do you know? If we don't get the medicine, my grandpa will die," Weng Xiaoxi shouted, clearly angry at Jiang Feng's words.

"If you go for the medicine, it will be even worse," Jiang Feng said calmly. "If you trust me, let me try. Otherwise, your grandpa won't make it today."

"How can you say that? Are you hoping something bad happens to my grandpa? How can I trust you?" Weng Xiaoxi was even more furious.

"Then forget it," Jiang Feng shrugged.

To Jiang Feng, it didn't matter. He had just met them and had no relationship with them. If they wanted help, he'd help. If not, he would just watch.

Jiang Feng was like that, never forcing others.

Weng Xiaoxi glared at Jiang Feng, then lowered her head, continuing to call out, "Grandpa, grandpa, wake up, don't scare me."

"Miss, I think we should let Mr. Jiang try. After all, he's a martial artist and might have a way. Although it's not far to our home, it will still take at least ten minutes. By then, I'm afraid..." Meng Ying said.

"Meng Ying, how can you side with an outsider?" Weng Xiaoxi was very displeased.

"Miss, I'm doing this for the master's sake. It's a matter of life and death, and we can only take a gamble," Meng Ying said.

At this moment, Weng Shanlin, who was unconscious, spat out another mouthful of foul blood.

Weng Xiaoxi was truly anxious, tears almost falling. "Alright, give it a try."

"Let me make it clear, I'm just trying. I can't guarantee success. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me. I can't bear that responsibility," Jiang Feng stated.

Weng Xiaoxi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, hurry up. I won't blame you."

In critical moments, Weng Xiaoxi showed her decisiveness, understanding the urgency.

Jiang Feng nodded silently, appreciating her decisiveness. If she hadn't agreed, her grandpa would surely die.

Jiang Feng possessed extraordinary medical skills. Although he couldn't cure such an illness immediately, reviving or alleviating the pain was easy for him.

With Weng Xiaoxi's consent, Jiang Feng dared to treat Weng Shanlin.

Weng Shanlin's illness seemed to have been around for years and was already severe, with death possible at any moment.

Logically, with such a severe illness, Weng Shanlin shouldn't have lasted this long.

Jiang Feng placed his palm on Weng Shanlin, feeling for a moment, and finally understood why Weng Shanlin had lasted so long.

It was due to his long-term practice of a mental technique, which had suppressed the disease, keeping him alive.

If he stopped practicing for a day, he might die immediately.

Today's incident was an accident. A few days ago, Weng Shanlin caught a cold and didn't go to the hospital, thinking he could tough it out. This delay led to the recurrence of his old illness.

Otherwise, the condition would still be under control.

"How is my grandpa?" Weng Xiaoxi asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, let me try," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng then mobilized the True Qi within him, channeling it to his palm and gently placing it on Weng Shanlin's chest, over his lungs.

Quickly, the True Qi flowed into Weng Shanlin's body, guiding his weak internal True Qi to gather in the lungs.

Weng Shanlin's internal True Qi was the result of long-term mental practice, very little, but it could still help somewhat.

As the True Qi circulated through the lungs, it began to repair some damage and clear some of the disease.

However, this method's effect was not very significant, only alleviating the immediate crisis.

This was the only thing Jiang Feng could do at the moment.

Ensuring Weng Shanlin didn't die now.

To completely cure Weng Shanlin's illness, herbal treatment would be necessary.

But where could they find herbs now? Keeping him alive was already a great fortune.

Today, it was his fate to meet Jiang Feng.

Otherwise, he would surely die today.

About five minutes later, Weng Shanlin woke up, first coughing violently and spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood, then opening his eyes, groggily saying, "Did my illness flare up again?"

He had experienced this many times, so he was used to it, not panicking or fearing, but remaining calm.

"Grandpa, you scared me to death. I thought, I thought..." Weng Xiaoxi cried, unable to speak.

"Alright, Xiaoxi, grandpa is fine. You're a big girl now, no more crying," Weng Shanlin comforted.

"Okay, no crying," Weng Xiaoxi wiped her tears and nodded firmly.

Weng Shanlin looked at Jiang Feng and said, "Young man, did you save me?"

"Yes," Jiang Feng replied.

"Thank you," Weng Shanlin said gratefully.

"It was nothing," Jiang Feng smiled.

He made it sound easy, but everyone knew that such skill wasn't common, and not everyone could save a life so easily.

"Young man, do you know medicine?" Weng Shanlin asked again.

"Yes, a little," Jiang Feng said modestly. If he knew a little, then others knew nothing.

"No wonder, otherwise I would have died here," Weng Shanlin nodded.

"Sigh, it seems I won't last long. What's meant to come will come. Human life can't defy fate," Weng Shanlin sighed. "I should have died long ago, but because of this miraculous mental technique, I've lived until today."

He didn't even know the name of this mental technique, given to him by a master, who was also Meng Ying's teacher.

Without it, he would have died long ago.

"Grandpa, don't say that. I hope you live a long life. No way you'll have any issues," Weng Xiaoxi quickly said, slightly scolding.

Weng Shanlin could only smile bitterly, not wanting to worry his granddaughter.

"Actually..." Jiang Feng hesitated, then said, "Actually, your illness can be treated."

His words were shocking.

Weng Shanlin was stunned, eyes wide. "Young man, don't joke or comfort me. I know my condition best."

"Why would I joke about this? I do have a way," Jiang Feng said.

"Really?" Weng Xiaoxi was even more excited. "If you can cure my grandpa, I'll agree to anything you want."