Big Data Cultivation

Faced with Feng Jun's question, the woman nodded simply, "I can take the lead, it is my daughter who takes the poison."

Feng Jun glanced at the chunky young man, and at the woman again, "He said the injury was his sister ... this is your son?"

When the woman mentioned off-topics, her emotions became more stable. "This is my eldest son's child. Call me aunt."

Cousins ​​and sisters, Feng Jun nodded, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the chunky young man. "First hit two million ... the money will open the door for you."

The chunky youth glanced at him, went out after thinking about it, hiding behind the sentry box and calling.

The woman looked at him, her eyes complex, and she didn't speak.

In a short time, the sound of "ding" sounded softly, and Feng Jun's mobile online banking reminded that two million arrived.

He went to the refrigerator again and grabbed an ice cream, and said while eating, "Open the door, your car can only be parked 200 meters away from the door, you are not allowed to go forward ... Do you understand?"

At this time, what he said was what, the chunky youth and the woman nodded silently.

The luxury bus stopped at 200 meters. Feng Jun walked into the car and saw it. It was a modified bus with twelve leather sofa seats in the front and a circle of leather couches in the middle. It could be used for meetings or meals. The table was modified Automatic Mahjong machine.

The sofa can be reclined and can sleep.

Behind there is a small operation room, where you can cook and cook, and there is actually a range hood.

Then there are two toilets, one of which has an integrated bathroom.

The rear of the car is the rest room, the width is the width of the whole car body, and the length is nearly two and five meters, which can accommodate seven or eight people to roll on it.

This car is good! Feng Jun gave birth to a trace of envy. He was unwilling to spend his limited life on the pleasures in the red dust, but he still couldn't help feeling this luxury RV: he would really enjoy it.

"Master likes this car?" The chunky young man is very good at watching and saying, "Friend's car, you can cure my sister, this car will give you."

Feng Jun doesn't want to be the kind of person who says "No, don't say anything, the body is honest", so he just nodded slightly, "Well."

There are actually many people in the car, there are a dozen or so, but most of them are medical staff.

The girl who drank paraquat was lying on that circle of sofa, lean and lean, with her hands, feet and waist fixed, almost one meter six or five meters long, but the weight looked less than ninety pounds.

She wore a breathing mask on her nose and mouth, her eyes were closed, and the chest's undulations were extremely weak. In fact, she didn't even wear them, so she wore a small sling, and the undulations were clear at a glance.

She was covered with a thin towel, blue and white stripes. After all, the car was air-conditioned and the temperature was not high.

Because her body was fixed, other wires and tubes were inserted into her body, and there were things like an oscilloscope next to her.

Feng Jun looked at it for a while, then turned to look at her mother, "It's a pretty little girl ... why can't you think of it?"

This is not a polite statement. In fact, although the girl is dying, it can be seen that it is really beautiful.

The woman heard the words, and tears rolled down again.

"Little girl of sixteen seven," the chunky young man sighed, "what about chasing the drama, my aunt wouldn't let her watch it, but in a blink of an eye, she drank paraquat and wanted to return to the phone ..."

"Ah?" Feng Jun felt a little weird, and he drank paraquat if he didn't agree to chase the drama? "Typical bear kid."

The woman's tears became more and more violent, as if the dam burst.

The corner of the chunky youth twitched, "Who said no? But at this age ... Everyone comes here like this, girls want to be rich, don't they?"

"Wealthy?" Feng Jun gave him a strange look. "Can't the paraquat drink enough?"

The woman choked with a choked voice, "Master, Master, let's ... Is it right to treat the child first?"

Feng Jun glanced at her angrily, "If nothing else, I have to first understand her desire to survive. If she doesn't want to live, then she won't do anything. If you are cured, you will die ... Is this the reason?"

"No, no," the woman shook her head in a hurry, and then the tears came down again. "After she got the phone back, she was very happy, but she heard that paraquat could not cure it, and she said she was wrong ... … "

This is a typical bear child story, the girl chases the drama, and her mother does not agree.

The girl has a good academic record. At the age of sixteen, she has already booked a delivery from Beida. Feng Jun compares with her and is considered a scum.

Her mother was not worried about affecting her studies, but she was afraid of seeing her eyes badly. She repeatedly reminded her and confiscated her.

The girl struggled, resented, and struggled. When she finally went out for a picnic, she got a bottle of pesticide.

She is also very resourceful and only drinks it when she returns-anyway, her home is not far from the hospital.

But her mother was not at home, and her mother did not know how terrible paraquat was, so time wasted.

When she was treated, she said happily that I just wanted to watch a drama. If you study, my mother doesn't have to worry about it.

Needless to say, she was notified when she was lying on the hospital bed looking at her mobile phone-it couldn't be cured unless she changed her lungs!

She didn't want to change her lungs, and she didn't say whether she could find a matching lung. She only said that a very beautiful girl had her chest opened-the future will be an endless disaster.

But afterwards, it was difficult for her to change her lungs.

Four days after taking the medicine, she shed tears and told her mother: Mom, I do n’t want to die ~

If you have the next life, you will never read a book that is too greasy, and you will never chase "Choosing the Sky" again.

Um ... not chasing Korean dramas? In Feng Jun's heart, he had a good impression on this girl. If he pursued the Korean drama like this, he would have a grumpy mind.

At the end of hearing, Feng Jun spoke out, "What do you mean by the father of the child?"

The woman's tears came down again.

The chunky youth said that the father of the child was gone, and it was not easy for the aunt to take the child alone.

Feng Jun realized that why he negotiated with himself in the first place was not a child's immediate family member.

After roughly understanding it, he subconsciously clicked on the "people nearby"-although he did not want to take this kind of thing, but since he took it, he must definitely try his best to cure it.

His eyes light up again when he sees "people nearby", Jiang Gui's physique?

Not to mention anything else, only by this physique, he will be able to save this person, and he is also a companion for cultivation.

So instead of hurrying, he walked off the car and waved at the gate, "Come and unload their wheels."

Unloading the wheels of a luxury bus is quite laborious, especially with two wheels.

The chunky young man was a little bit uninformed, "Master, what does this mean ..."

The low gate slammed his teeth. "You just need to be happy. Master, this is to let you live in the manor, but ... you are not allowed to get off!"

Feng Jun means that, the bus has complete facilities, can complete daily life on it, and can solve the problem of eating, drinking, and sleeping without going out of the car door. Then, he can be treated on the spot without taking people to the villa.

However, it is not the same thing to let the bus stop here. The bus has wheels and gasoline. It is currently inside the mountain gate.

But it is not appropriate to keep the bus outside the mountain gate ... what do others think?

So at the beginning, he let the bus drive in for two hundred meters.

Now he feels that he can take a shot, then he has to remove the bus wheel-you are here to be honest.

What the other party promises, he will not believe it, and no one believes in himself.

He glanced at the dwarf gatekeeper. "Look at them, you can't get out of the car casually, and you can't get out and get in."

The chunky youth was dumbfounded, but there were more than a dozen people in the car. If he believed that everyone had to get off, the two gates in the area would definitely not stop.

But he took a look at the pattern before the village and the store, and felt the other party's aura, and it was still good to be obedient-the owner of Luohua Manor is not easy to deal with, it is well known.

So he waved at the medical staff, "Then we will work hard for everyone, except for the original cost, here ... 100 per hour per person, which is my heart."

There are no thorns in the medical staff. Obviously, they were originally hired by high salary ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now accept some restrictions, there is no problem.

Hearing this, the tall gatekeeper was a little bit jealous. "If the bus is short of oil, remember to contact us."

Although the bus was restricted from moving, but the weather was so hot, the air conditioner in the car had to be on all the time, and it required gas.

Without saying anything, the chunky young man counted a thousand dollars from his handbag and handed it to the short gate. "With a little care, you unload the wheels ... you have to work hard."

Dwarf gatekeeper did not take his money, but looked at Feng Jun with his eyes.

Feng Jun waved his hand and said lightly, "Accept it, what do they need to buy? You two can run errands, get out of the car and smoke, just stare, don't go around the manor."

The two gatekeepers and the two guys in the car got out of the car to unload the tires. Feng Jun came to the girl, squatted down, probed her pulse, and narrowed her eyes.

He took his pulse for ten minutes before standing up and looking at the woman, "One detoxifying pill is not enough, you need two."

"No problem," the woman nodded sternly, her eyes glowing with hope, "Can it be cured?"

"Two Jiedu pills, plus some simple treatment ..." Feng Jun pondered, "I promise she can't die."

"Can't you die?" The woman's eyes brightened, "Can you promise?"

"I promise that within ten years, she will not die because of paraquat," Feng Jun replied discreetly and carefully, "but for other reasons, or ten years later, I can't guarantee that she can live."

The woman felt a little embarrassed, and after thinking carefully, she asked again, "You can only guarantee that she will not die, but ... can't be cured completely, is it?"

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded. "Her lungs have more than half of fibrosis. This process is irreversible."

(Updated to summon monthly tickets.)