Chapter 33: A Bountiful Harvest

“By the way, my illness was cured by this master. You really ought to thank him properly,” Lu Qiaoling said, pointing to Chen Yufeng as she addressed He Meixuan and her father, He Shihao.

Her mind was crystal clear now, and she remembered precisely how Chen Yufeng had fed her the medicine. Since her illness had been cured by the master, it was only right to express gratitude.

“M-master…” He Meixuan’s face flushed with embarrassment as she recalled how she had lashed out at the master earlier. Still, her impulsiveness had been provoked—her mother’s chest had been exposed, which led her mind to wander. She quickly asked, “Mom, how did your buttons come undone? I thought…”

Lu Qiaoling, now covering her chest with the blanket, hurried to explain, “Oh, earlier, my mind was still troubled. When the master tried to give me the medicine, I struggled fiercely, and that’s how it happened. Did you misunderstand something?”

“Oh? So that’s what happened,” He Meixuan realized she had wrongly accused the master.

For half a year, her mother had been ill, but now she was finally back to normal—and, from the sound of it, her mind seemed sharper than ever, even her minor ailments had vanished. She was overjoyed.

The master who cured her mother was, without question, her benefactor.

“Thank you, master, truly, thank you so much!” In her excitement, He Meixuan threw her arms around Chen Yufeng, pressing her ample chest against his, though she didn’t notice.

Feeling her firm curves against him, Chen Yufeng was secretly delighted.

Hold me tighter, just a little tighter—let me savor this moment.

He might look mature, but Chen Yufeng was only a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old high schooler, full of youthful vigor. He was hardly a saint—if opportunity knocked, why not answer?

“Actually, you could hug me even tighter, I wouldn’t mind,” he teased.

“Huh? You…” He Meixuan paused, seeing the look of enjoyment on Chen Yufeng’s face, then glancing down to realize her chest was pressed right against his. She immediately let go, understanding that he had taken advantage. Still, after having beaten him up earlier, letting him gain this bit seemed fair enough.

He Shihao, after the initial surge of excitement and joy, calmed himself and turned his gaze to Chen Yufeng. Remembering how he had treated the master moments before, he felt ashamed.

Now, facing this extraordinary figure, his heart brimmed with gratitude, awe, and astonishment.

To think—he cured a patient with a mental disorder in a single minute, and his skills were so formidable that he took down Wu Weiming, the burly man, along with seven or eight security guards in a flash.

Encountering such a remarkable person was a rare fortune; he must be befriended.

Driven by this thought, he set aside all awkwardness, hurried over, and grasped Chen Yufeng’s hand tightly, exclaiming, “Master, you are truly extraordinary! My deepest apologies for my earlier ignorance and offense. I hope you can forgive me.”

Chen Yufeng glanced at him and chuckled, “It’s nothing, I’m easygoing.”

“That’s good, that’s very good.” He Shihao was pleased and, curious, asked, “Master, may I ask what method you used to cure my wife’s illness? Is it convenient for you to share?”

“Of course not. My unique technique is my livelihood—I can hardly reveal it.” Chen Yufeng refused without hesitation.

“Hm… That’s true,” He Shihao admitted, though his curiosity burned. But he understood—such miraculous techniques would never be shared with the world.

“I won’t press further, but I must report your miraculous medical skills to let the world know.”

“That isn’t necessary,” Chen Yufeng replied, not wanting his name spread everywhere and lose his peace.

“Master, you are indeed worthy of the title—you’re indifferent to fame and fortune. I admire you!” He Shihao gazed at the master, who seemed serene and detached from worldly affairs, and felt deep respect.

Ordinary people, with a unique skill, would spare no expense to have their achievements broadcast, flooding the media with reports. Yet this master not only cured a mental illness in a minute but also fixed all her minor physical ailments—such miraculous abilities, and he wished to remain unknown, untouched by fame or profit.

Such character was truly rare.

“Let’s forget about the reports—let’s talk about money instead,” Chen Yufeng said, not about to let the chance for a windfall slip by.

“Ah, well…” He Shihao paused, a little embarrassed—he’d just admired the master’s indifference to fame, but now…

“What, reluctant to pay? Even your wife’s herniated disc, hypertension, cervicitis, and other minor ailments have been cured as well. Considering this is our first cooperation, I won’t charge extra for those—consider them a complimentary gift pack. Just transfer five million now.”

“Oh, you only want five million, master?” He Shihao asked.

“Who else? Did you expect me to ask for a hundred million like that so-called expert Zheng? That’s treating you like a pig to be slaughtered.”

“Alright, alright, no problem, five million is perfectly acceptable.” He Shihao was overjoyed—five million was nothing compared to the hundred million Zheng would have demanded.

So, not only had the master cured his wife, but he’d also saved ninety-five million—a tremendous bargain.

Besides, spending five million would allow him to forge a connection with this extraordinary man—it was money well spent.

Now, when he looked at Zheng Jiancheng, there was a hint of disdain—both were brilliant doctors, but the master’s fee was so reasonable.

This was true benevolence; that so-called miracle doctor was nothing but a robber.

He Shihao, now quite fond of Chen Yufeng and eager to befriend him, smiled and said, “Master, please give me your bank account. I’ll have the money transferred immediately.”

“Here you go.” Chen Yufeng handed him his business bank card. Taking it, He Shihao called his assistant, and within a minute, Chen Yufeng’s phone received the bank’s deposit notification.

Five million—it was really five million!

He was rich!

Chen Yufeng was ecstatic—his card had never held more than five digits, at most two or three thousand, and now, suddenly, five million had arrived. He was so excited he could barely contain himself.

Were it not for the people in the room, he would have danced with joy.

Now he could live the life of a local tycoon—ha!

Having the Divine Disk really was wonderful. Earning five million effortlessly—though, truth be told, what he wanted most was reward points. No matter how much earthly money he had, it could only buy things from this world.

But the Divine Disk’s store was a treasure trove—if he had enough points, he could exchange for items from the immortal realms. That was truly exhilarating…