Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Fuss

Zhou Xiaotong was instantly befuddled when she heard this: What? He jumped from that height into the snow, and there are no footprints?

She had already confirmed that there was nothing on the ground, yet she couldn’t help but squat down again to take a closer look.

After looking for a while, she stood up, looked left and right, and asked, “Did he land in this spot?”

The female assistant had also come down by now, hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, “I saw him land in this area, and Sister Tong, look… there are only the cook’s footprints nearby, and he has to walk away, right?”

The eerie scene in front of her was simply too strange; by the end of her words, even her voice trembled slightly.

Zhou Xiaotong stood there silently for a long time, her eyes squinted, obviously deep in thought.

After at least five minutes, with snowflakes settled on her shoulders forming a thin layer, she finally spoke again, “Then what about the footprints we made when we came here?”

The male assistant replied with a mixture of laughter and helplessness, “Sister Tong, it must have been… covered by the heavy snow.”

“Oh, covered,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded slightly, repeating softly, and then suddenly raised her voice, “Covered, then isn’t that the end of it? Master Feng’s footprints must have been covered by the heavy snow too… What are you all thinking?”

The male and female assistants exchanged glances: My God, can it even be explained like that?

How long have they been here? How long had Feng Jun been gone? Even if the snow was heavy, it couldn’t possibly cover everything in the blink of an eye, could it?

The female assistant hesitated a moment, then nodded slightly, “The snow today is indeed quite heavy; once it covers something, it’s not easy to find.”

Ah, Zhou Xiaotong sighed inwardly, yes, the snow is too heavy; if the snow were to stop now, she might have considered inviting a few professionals to check it out and see if they could find anything unusual.

But now, the snow still fell thickly, and by the time she could bring experts here, this place would be smooth again.

Since that approach was not feasible, all she could do was express coldly, “So this is normal, nothing strange, and there’s no need to discuss it with others, understood?”

“Understood,” both assistants answered in unison, with the male assistant even adding, “My lips are sealed.”

Zhou Xiaotong’s expression darkened as she gave him a cold glance, “If nothing happened, what lips are there to seal?”

“I misspoke,” the male assistant raised his hand and harshly slapped his own mouth, then forced a dry laugh, “You know, Sister Tong, I’ve never been good with idioms.”

Zhou Xiaotong’s expression softened slightly, “If you’re dumb, you need to read more, watch more, talk less!”

“Sister Tong’s lesson is right,” the male assistant replied with a smile, “When I get back today, I’ll download a reading app.”

“Mhm,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded slightly, paused for a moment, then spoke again, “Make sure it’s the official version, don’t skimp on the money, pirated versions have too many typos… it’s not conducive to your improvement.”

“How could I?” the male assistant answered smilingly, “Definitely the official version, it’s just the cost of a pack of cigarettes, who cares about that little money? But I still have to thank Sister Tong for your guidance.”

Zhou Xiaotong looked down at the snowy ground, speaking casually, “Alright, pack up, we’re leaving.”

The three of them hadn’t brought much with them: just two bottles of yellow wine, a set of cups, and two handbags.

As for the cooking equipment and dining ware in the pavilion, as well as the unfinished barbecue ingredients, those were arranged by the Yuan Family and required no concern from them.

The two assistants packed up in the blink of an eye, then walked down the steps. Seeing Zhou Xiaotong still standing there, the male assistant was about to call out to her.

But the female assistant, quick to act, pulled on him, and when he looked her way, she shook her head slightly and gestured towards the minibus not far away.

After they had left, Zhou Xiaotong finally lifted her head to glance at the hotel in the distance.

The hotel was less than four hundred meters away in a straight line, but the heavy snow made it appear somewhat hazy, with only the dim light of night visible through the snow.

Zhou Xiaotong squinted her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly curling up as she muttered softly, “To walk on snow without a trace… like floating on water? He’s just the perfect male protagonist, isn’t he?”

At that moment inside the hotel, a pair of eyes was coldly watching this place.

Yuan Huapeng sat in the second-floor hall, and only when he saw the minibus drive away, did he give an order, “Xiao Wang, go clean up.”

As he spoke, he picked up his mobile phone and sent a voice message, “Master, they’re gone… Guo Bingying didn’t talk about money, just said the snow was too heavy for her to come out today, what do you think?”

“Oh, then forget it, no need to contact her,” Feng Jun replied, then tossed his mobile phone onto the coffee table, muttering under his breath, “Dammit, what a mood-killer.”

He had originally been somewhat interested in Guo Bingying; after all, he had met celebrities before, but had never dated one.

But Zhou Xiaotong, with her double-ended plug, had completely ruined that interest, infuriating him excessively.

The snow stopped in the latter half of the night; however, the snow, more than half a foot thick, couldn’t possibly melt in the short term. Feng Jun and Feng Jing couldn’t wander around freely and could only roam nearby.

A day passed quickly, and the next day arrived—it was time to treat Elder Yuan again.

The treatment still took place in the morning, and the Yuan Family had made a request to the hospital: during the treatment, they did not want any outsiders present—including the hospital’s medical staff.

This request nearly sent the hospital authorities over the edge: Yuan Zihao was resuscitated by us, he had stayed in the ICU for a long time, and we had taken great care of him, now they actually don’t want us to be present?

If it were any other patient daring to fuss like this, let alone someone else, it would be Yuan Zihao himself, the comatose Yuan Zihao from six days ago, had he dared to make such a request, the hospital would have politely suggested: if the family insists on this… then please transfer to another hospital.

But now, Yuan Zihao’s condition had greatly improved, and it seemed very possible it would get even better. If they requested a transfer now, people might just agree to it on the spot.

However, this did not align with the hospital’s interests.

First of all, the hospital’s medical revenue would decrease. The expenses of one Yuan Zihao could cover at least three patients of the same type.

Secondly, the hospital doing this could likely anger Elder Yuan, who had now regained consciousness.

Last, regardless of how Yuan Zihao was cured, at least his recovery took place here, and that was a testament to the hospital’s reputation.

What? Someone says Elder Yuan was cured by some backwoods Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor? The hospital can also claim it has good feng shui—after all, it’s all metaphysics, who’s afraid of whom?

Therefore, the hospital dared not suggest a transfer, they could only plead earnestly, stating that Elder Ye had invited quite a few people and borrowed a lot of equipment, aiming to use scientific methods to observe and monitor the treatment process of the Body Tempering Pill.

It wasn’t easy, considering how much effort they put in and how many favors they had to call in.

The hospital wasn’t just exerting pressure itself, it also asked others to intercede, and the Yuan siblings could barely stand against it.

However, luckily, Yuan Zihao had already regained consciousness, and if he himself opposed the presence of outsiders, no amount of pressure would work.

Pushed to the brink, he would straightforwardly ask: do you really have to see my humiliating and disappointing condition, what exactly are your intentions?

The hospital couldn’t apply pressure anymore. If pushed too hard, Elder Yuan would very likely propose a transfer himself.

So when Feng Jun arrived at the ward, he saw dozens of people outside the door, including hospital medical staff, a few white-haired elderly experts, and more than ten old and new friends who had come to visit Elder Yuan.

In the crowd, Feng Jun even spotted Zhou Xiaotong—she was whispering something to a handsome young man.

When Zhou Xiaotong saw him coming, she smiled and greeted him, “Master, can I come in and observe?”

Had it been based on their interaction the night before, Feng Jun wouldn’t even be interested in replying.

But with so many people around, Feng Jun didn’t want to be seen as “inconsiderate,” so he just smiled at her and shook his head, “Sorry.”

The young man talking to Zhou Xiaotong wasn’t satisfied and started shouting, “Bro, hold on, why apologize? Give me a reason. If you do, I won’t hold it against you.”

As soon as the words were out, two young men came over and lifted him up.

The man became anxious immediately, “Brothers, what’s the meaning of this? Can we have a nice talk, do you know who I am?”

One of the young men grinned at him, revealing shiny white teeth, “Didn’t you want an explanation? Let’s find a quiet place, my brother and I will give you one…”

“Don’t, don’t,” his face went pale as he spoke in a low voice, “Brothers, I was just asking, can’t I even have a slip of the tongue? Beauty, please put in a good word for me…”

Zhou Xiaotong didn’t pay him any attention; she just stared blankly at the door of the ward, not saying a word.

After waiting for three to five minutes, a woman with a pretty face hurried over and whispered, “Sister Tong, the surveillance room can’t see inside the ward…”

“Useless!” Zhou Xiaotong hissed under her breath and then conveyed through gritted teeth, “I don’t care how you do it, but you must get a view… If it can’t be done, take control of the people in the surveillance room!”

“But…” the woman hesitated for a moment, gathering courage to speak, “it was the Yuan Family… they covered the cameras in the ward.”

Zhou Xiaotong clenched her teeth, “Bastards! A bunch of bastards!”

However, no matter how much she complained, the Yuan family was determined this time to safeguard the elderly patriarch’s treatment, with all four siblings present, and even the second sister’s husband had specifically rushed over.

Because the Divine Doctor had said, this treatment was crucial, they would use another half of a Foundation Establishment Pill. As for the fourth treatment, it would be purely the Body Tempering Pill, simply to make the patriarch healthier.

Since she couldn’t squeeze in, Zhou Xiaotong had no choice but to wait outside; because she had to wait for over half an hour, she even went up to the hospital rooftop to breathe some fresh air… The air in the corridor was too foul.

However, to her surprise, Master Feng’s treatment took far longer than half an hour.

She had stayed on the rooftop for over half an hour and after returning, waited another half an hour. Unable to tolerate the polluted air, she went back to the rooftop.

This time, she waited for another hour before she received a message from her attendant, “The door’s open. Master Feng is coming out.”

Bastard, is this deliberately keeping me hanging?