Chapter 14: Still Wanting to Save It

The second-floor office of Huichuntang.

As soon as Chen Feng left, Wen Zihan asked with confusion, "Elder Hu, why did you offer him such a high price right from the start?"

Elder Hu smiled faintly and said, "Don't you think this man has an extraordinary aura?"

Wen Zihan thought for a moment and nodded. "That's true. He seems very approachable; I felt very comfortable the moment I saw him."

Elder Hu shook his head slightly. "That's different. When I say 'extraordinary aura,' I am primarily referring to *Qi*. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, we observe, listen, ask, and feel, but the most important is observation—or rather, observing the *Qi*. This *Qi* carries many meanings: it can be complexion, field, temperament, momentum, or even fortune. In short, the moment I saw him and observed his *Qi*, I could tell he was an uncommon man with great fortune. He currently appears to be in a bit of a slump—his period of hardship—but his luck has already begun to turn. Doing him a favor by selling to him is merely a small gesture for me; it brings nothing but benefits to me and Huichuntang."

Wen Zihan frowned and shook her head. "Elder Hu, you're being a bit too mystical. You are a TCM practitioner, not a Taoist fortune teller."

Elder Hu laughed. "Medicine and the Way are inseparable, don't you understand? I tell you to study TCM, yet you insist on studying Western medicine."

"Alright, alright, I get what you mean. You want to 'cast a long line to catch a big fish.' You probably think he might have more precious medicinal herbs in the future. Besides, Huichuntang doesn't even have to pay for that Yangbao."

Elder Hu laughed heartily and said no more.

...

Having secured a massive sum of money, Chen Feng was, after all, happy.

And after suddenly having so much money, Chen Feng was even less willing to die.

Therefore, he intended to try and save himself one more time.

Besides, what if the equipment at the Provincial Hospital was malfunctioning?

What if that chief physician misdiagnosed him? What if the medical records were wrong? What if...

In short, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to try one last time.

Thus, after leaving Huichuntang, Chen Feng immediately went to another top-tier hospital in the province. He slipped large red envelopes to the nurses and the head nurse to squeeze in an appointment with a specialist.

After a series of examinations, Chen Feng received the exact same brain tumor diagnosis.

The specialist's attitude was even better than the previous chief physician's; she was gentle and soft-spoken.

However, the words of consolation from both were identical: relax your mind and body, eat well, drink well, and have fun. If there are any wishes you have, try to fulfill them. For example, travel to a place you've always wanted to go, or eat foods you've never tried.

This specialist rarely spent nearly ten minutes comforting him; had Chen Feng not proactively ended the consultation, she might have continued speaking for a while longer.

When Chen Feng bid her farewell, he saw a deep look of sympathy in her eyes once again.

*Damn this hospital!* Chen Feng swore he would never come back.

Perhaps the medical resources in these Grade-A tertiary hospitals in the provincial capital were all superficial. Perhaps the medical equipment in both hospitals was faulty.

Regardless, Chen Feng was not resigned to this.

He had just earned over ten million yuan and become a multi-millionaire; how could he be willing to die so soon?

Chen Feng secretly decided that tomorrow he would go to the best hospital in Beijing—no, he would go today.

So, Chen Feng drove back to his rental to pack his luggage. Then, he booked a flight—the earliest one available at 4:30 PM.

It was already 3:30 PM.

Chen Feng immediately grabbed his luggage, hailed a taxi, and headed to the airport.

After a frantic rush, he finally caught the flight.

Because time was tight, by the time Chen Feng booked the flight, there were no seats left in economy or business class, so he booked first class directly.

In the past, he couldn't even bring himself to splurge on business class, let alone first class.

But now, he wasn't short on money, and he was likely dying soon. Naturally, he didn't feel any sting when spending it.

The service in first class was indeed incomparable to economy or business class. To name one thing, the flight attendants' looks and service attitude were a level or two higher.

Furthermore, the seating, space, and hardware configurations were beyond comparison with the other two cabins.

However, since Chen Feng was traveling to Beijing for medical treatment, he certainly had no interest in admiring beautiful flight attendants or studying the seats.

He simply reclined in his seat, closed his eyes to let his thoughts wander, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

By the time he was awakened by the plane's announcement, they had arrived in Beijing.

The flight from Xiuzhou to Beijing took about two hours.

Chen Feng immediately grabbed his luggage and hurried off the plane. Soon, everyone was crowding around the cabin door; there weren't many people in first class, but there were enough. Everyone was in a hurry to disembark.

Suddenly, Chen Feng was shoved hard from behind. Caught off guard, he slammed violently into the person in front of him.

It was a woman. She let out a cry and also stumbled forward. Fortunately, the person in front of her happened to be a very heavy-set woman who looked quite stable; because the woman was light and delicate, she didn't move the person in front, but she did startle her.

"What are you doing?" The heavy-set woman turned around and glared at her, then said with a face full of envy and jealousy, "Look at how thin you are, you'd blow away in the wind. What's the use? You can't even stand steady."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, someone pushed me from behind."

The woman apologized profusely, then turned a furious glare toward Chen Feng: "What are you doing? Did you do that on purpose? Watch out, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment."

The woman was wearing large sunglasses, heavy makeup, and her skin was excessively pale, while her lips were excessively red. However, one could tell she had a very good, exquisite face shape.

Chen Feng didn't argue, but he turned around to look behind him with great annoyance. It turned out the person behind him was also a heavy-set man. He immediately waved his hands in denial: "It wasn't me! That person just ducked behind."

Chen Feng turned back to look, but several people were mixed together. How could he find them? Should he check the surveillance? He could only give up.

Perhaps hearing the heavy-set man's words, the woman realized Chen Feng had also been pushed. She didn't bother him further, but she maintained a slight distance and stood slightly sideways to guard against him.

Seeing this, Chen Feng felt somewhat depressed but had nothing to say.

Finally, the cabin door opened, and everyone filed out in a line.

Chen Feng took a taxi toward a hotel he had already booked online.

By now, it was dark. To register at a hospital, he would have to wait until tomorrow.

He had heard that taxi drivers in Beijing were very talkative, but the driver in Chen Feng's taxi was clearly an exception. After asking for the address, Chen Feng hardly spoke.

Eventually, Chen Feng took the initiative to ask, "Driver, I heard Shuangyun Hospital in Beijing is the best. Is that true?"

Only then did the driver speak: "Shuangyun Hospital is quite good, but it can't be called the best. The best one isn't open to the public. It doesn't matter how much money you have; you need connections."

"Oh? Can you tell me which hospital is the best?" Chen Feng asked with an air of humble inquiry.

"Well, that..." Just as the driver was about to pique his interest, he suddenly shouted, "Holy crap!" followed by a loud *bang* as the car jolted violently—he had rear-ended a black sedan in front of him.