Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 66: The Divine Doctor Was Infected

Translator: 549690339

Ding Lao Er’s action disappointed more than one person.

Feng Jun thought about it and felt there was some reasoning to it, so he accepted the capsule, nodding with a smile, “Alright then, just come over when it’s time. The weather has been poor these past days, and he has just recovered from a serious illness, lacking in vital energy. He still needs to be careful not to catch a cold.”

“Yes, yes,” Ding Er Sao nodded continuously and agreed non-stop.

Just as the onlookers whispered among themselves, Feng Jun suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Where did my alcohol bottle go?”

Younger Brother Lang pointed at Jia Xingquan, “He took it away!”

Feng Jun’s face turned cold, and he reached out to grab the folding crossbow beside him, looking towards the other man with an icy gaze.

Jia Xingquan had no idea that the other man was contemplating killing him; he didn¹1 even know what a folding crossbow was. When he saw everyone’s gaze turning towards him, he let out a sheepish chuckle and pulled out a transparent plastic bottle from his bosom.

I just thought that once the divine medicine inside was used up, the bottle would serve no purpose. It was clear and translucent; it would have been a pity to throw it away.”

Damn it, you finally realize it’s divine medicine?” Ding Lao Er cursed at him.

He planned to say something even harsher, but his son had unexpectedly come back to life. In a moment of good mood, he couldn’t be bothered to nitpick, “Whether or not Feng Ge’s things are to be discarded, is it your place to decide?”

Jia Xingquan also knew he was in the wrong and sheepishly set the bottle down took two steps back, but still gazed at the bottle with lingering affection.

Right at that moment, Chief Jia walked over, raised his hand in a salute, “This old man’s eyesight is poor; I have neglected my distinguished guest. Please, Divine Doctor, stay in our village to rest.”

Feng Jun was not particularly magnanimous, and he had already become annoyed with the Jia Family people, especially just now when Jia Xingquan had actually tried to secretly hide his plastic bottle. This made him wary: A plastic bottle could actually incite others’greed?

If that was the case, then there were far too many items worth coveting in his bag.

Thus, he very decisively declined, and his manner was exceptionally cold, “No need, once the rain stops, I’ll be leaving the mountain… This place does not welcome me; I have other places to go.”

His words made everyone extremely awkward. When Feng Ge first arrived here, everyone did indeed behave somewhat cold and distant.

Although everyone had their reasons for doing so, the fact was that in such a small village, doctors were highly valued.

The village was too remote; for any emergency, before a doctor could be called, the patient would have already died.

However, such a small village could not afford to have a famous doctor reside there. With only a hundred or so villagers, they simply could not support a doctor- not even ten such villages combined could support one good doctor. Most villagers would use herbal remedies for emergency treatment, but these were often makeshift with no systematic medical knowledge.

One of the reasons Chief Jia became the chief was multifaceted, but an important factor was that his medical knowledge was slightly better than that of the other villagers.

Now, a Divine Doctor had come to the village, someone who was willing to stay for a while, and yet, the villagers had coldly driven him away. Everyone’s mood at the moment could not be worse.

“Don’t go, Divine Doctor,” Ding Lao Er called out to keep him, looking fiercely around, “From now on, you are the village’s honored guest. I’d like to see who dares to defy that!”

The three Ding brothers were a significant force in the village, and even the Jia Family was reluctant to clash with them. The brothers, along with the Lang Family people, could basically control the village.

Of course, this was also because the village indeed lacked a doctor. If they had invited bandits to reside there, surely no one would have agreed.

“I dare not claim to be a Divine Doctor,” Feng Jun waved his hand, speaking indifferently, “I am not a Divine Doctor; it’s only that I happen to know how to treat this illness.”

Although he was telling the truth, others did not think so. Ding Lao Er immediately expressed, “If the Divine Doctor insists on staying outside the village, then I will stand guard for the Divine Doctor tonight.”

In reality, despite his robust and simple appearance, all were men, and how much smarter could one be than another? Without some wisdom, one couldn’t be a good hunter.

From Jia Xingquan stealing the transparent bottle to Chief Jia’s abnormal behavior, from arrogant to respectful, Ding Lao Er had already sensed that this Feng Ge from a foreign land might have caught the Jia Family’s attention. Attention could be well-intentioned or malicious. However, thinking of the Spiritual Hedgehog’s spines on Feng Ge’s body, Ding Lao Er felt that this attention was likely malicious.

So, he volunteered to guard the door for the Divine Doctor. Since his child was now safe and secure, having one more person at home made no difference.

Ding Lao Da frowned, glanced at him, then at Jia Xingquan, and said nothing. It was Ding Lao San who spoke, “Second brother, I’ll bring the dog from home over here.”

With Ding Lao Er and the dog present, Feng Jun’s safety would be greatly ensured. Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the crowd slowly dispersed after some discussion.

Jia Xingwang returned home and was absolutely furious, shouting loudly,

“Father, why were you so courteous to that guy?”

Chief Jia gave him a glance. He intended to explain a few things but realized his son was quite a blockhead, so he coldly retorted, “Why, shouldn’t the Divine Doctor be respected?”

“I think he just stumbled on by chance!” Jia Xingwang yelled. “Father, he’s vying for Big Sister’s hand with me. Why are you helping an outsider?” Elder Sister, Elder Sister, is that all the ambition you have?” Chief Jia snorted coldly, then turned and glared fiercely at him, “I warn you, you must show respect to the Divine Doctor. They’re staying only temporarily… Did you hear me?”

The last four words, he practically roared them out, truly fierce in both voice and expression.

“Got it,” Jia Xingwang bowed his head, responding softly, a trace of ruthlessness flickering in his eyes.

Chief Jia had no interest in his son’s thoughts; his frown deepened as he carefully pondered the appearance of the pills.

In this plane, most internally administered medicines were decocted potions; occasionally there were pills, but they were black, brownish-black, or grayish – white. He had never heard of blue and white striped pills before.

So, Chief Jia clearly had a misunderstanding; he frowned, murmuringin a very low voice, “Wood is still green, gold is still white, could this be… a pill belonging to the gold and wood category?”

However, gold and wood are mutually destructive, right? But the pills aren’t green, they are blue, and blue is… what exactly?”

That night, Ding Er’s wife took Xiao Douzi for another dose of medicine. By the next morning when she brought Xiao Douzi over for his medicine again, the little guy was already lively and jumping around, desiring to walk over by himself had she not insisted on carrying him.

The day still saw light rain, not heavy, but fine and continuous, and it was intermittent, making Feng Jun want to pack up and leave.

Seeing this, Ding Er asked how much he owed for the medicine. Feng Jun readily declared that he had treated Xiao Douzi out of seeing his filial piety and just happened to know the cure for this illness, so he’d waive the medical fee.

Ding Er wouldn’t take advantage of this offer so easily. He insisted that the money for the chocolate could be waived, but he must pay for the medicine.

Feng Jun, with a dark face, said that it was no joke, as his medicine couldn’t be bought anywhere, and its value couldn’t be measured with money.

In the end, Ding Er and his wife were resolute in stopping him from leaving, initially pleading that the mountain roads were hard to travel. Eventually, they directly insisted that Xiao Douzi hadn’t fully recovered, and Feng Jun had to stay for a couple more days.

Of course, this was their way of repaying the favor, which Feng Jun understood

well, but he was truly getting tired of wasting time here.

It was ultimately Younger Sister Lang who intervened and made peace, suggesting that Feng Jun planned to go to Shuangxi Town for the market, intending to broaden his horizons, and once the rain stopped, Uncle Ding Er could lead the way and protect him.

The suggestion was met with immediate agreement from Ding Er. His family was indeed in dire straits, but he had no problem providing manpower, and he even mentioned he had a few friends in Shuangxi Town who could ensure no one troubled Feng Jun.

Hearing this, Feng Jun didn’t object to this form of repayment.

As the villagers gradually woke up and saw Xiao Douzi, who just yesterday had been at death’s door, running all over the place, they were shocked and couldn’t help but regret inwardly: how could they have failed to recognize such a Divine Doctor and offended him?

By evening of that same day, the sky began to clear, and Feng Jun asked Ding Er

if they could leave the mountain tomorrow.

Ding Er said that the rain had lasted too long and much of the water accumulated on the mountain hadn’t yet flowed down, recommending that it would be best to set out the day after tomorrow.

Leaving the day after tomorrow by noon would ensure the ground wasn’t too muddy for travel, and they could get out of the mountains and find a place to rest.

By the day after that one, the weather would likely warm up, baking the ground into a dry crust, convenient for passage without raising too much dust, so they could reach Shuangxi Town comfortably within the day.

One more day, and it would be the day of the big market-all within perfect timing.

Upon reflection, Feng Jun found this plan to be quite sound; the locals do indeed have their advantages, something that adventures couldn’t bring.

So he smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Brother Ding Er.”

However, plans often fall short of changes. That very night, Feng Jun began to cough and have a fever, sneezing continuously.

Ding Er was on gate duty that day-after all, it wasn’t a hard task, and now

there was also Younger Brother Lang.

Seeing Feng Jun in this state, Ding Er couldn’t help but ask out loud, “Is it… the

illness passed from Xiao Douzi to you?”

The idea of passing an illness, which existed here as well as in the Earth Realm, suggested that one’s own sickness could transfer to another person, getting themselves better-like a drowned ghost needing to pull someone underwater to die to be reborn themselves.

“Stop talking nonsense,” Feng Jun reprimanded him, then sneezed heavily “Achoo! You all okay?”??????????????????????????? ^J

Could it truly be a highly contagious virus?

As it turned out, everyone else was fine; it was just him who had caught something.

After realizing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but lament the poor constitution of his body from the Earth Realm.

He took amoxicillin as soon as he felt something was wrong, but it was unclear if the viruses of this realm were particularly strong. By the next day, his symptoms not only hadn’t eased but seemed to be worsening.

The saying “illness hits like a landslide but recedes like drawing silk” described this situation exactly.

(Pushed to the top recommendations, there will be an extra update at dawn and also a reservation for Monday’s recommended tickets.)