Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 67: Responsibility to Earth

Translator: 549690339

Feng Jun was extremely frustrated with his own illness, “Am I even worse than a child?”

What made him more depressed was that somehow, the news had gotten out.

So everyone in the village knew: the Divine Doctor was sick, and they all came to visit one after another.

The visitors weren’t there to gawk; there was no rule stating that a divine doctor couldn’t fall ill.

In fact, everyone thought it was a good opportunity to show their goodwill.

But for Feng Jun, this was just too embarrassing. I’ve just started acting like a sage.

When Sister Lang also came to see him and mentioned, “You can rest for a few more days, there’s no hurry. We can still make it if we go to the next market,” Feng Jun really couldn’t take it anymore, “If we sell the Spirit Green Bamboo Shoots at the next market, won’t the quality be affected?”

The Lang family also planned to attend the market this time, looking for an opportunity to sell their Spirit Green Bamboo Shoots.

Once such treasures are dug up, it’s hard to replant them. They must be sold or used as soon as possible. Of course, they can also be dried for long-term storage, but their efficacy would be somewhat discounted.

However, Sister Lang seemed to have forgotten that she had said something similar before and instead tried to deceive him, “It’s okay; drying them makes them even more effective. I’m just worried that if we get another spell of continuous rain, it will be better to sell them earlier.”

Dammit, Feng Jun got annoyed. He absolutely couldn’t tolerate this insult to his intelligence. So, he coughed softly, “Actually, I’m not sick. I was just trying to experience what Xiao Douzi felt…. Ah-choo?? ”

Hearing this powerful sneeze, even Little Brother Lang couldn’t help it, “Brother Feng from the Feng family, Xiao Douzi was just like this at the time. You should take your medicine quickly.”

You think I haven’t taken it? Feng Jun gave him a look, then smiled slightly, “No need for medicine, I’m going to use the bathroom first…”

At this moment, Chief Jia was also gazing in this direction from the village, pinching his thick beard under his chin and frowning heavily, muttering softly, “Could it be… I was wrong?”

Feng Jun went out for a quick leak and soon returned. The children like Little Brother Lang didn’t notice anything, but Ding’s wife was the first to spot the difference, “Your… your skin looks whiter?”

Feng Jun took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew out a lighter, lit one, and took a satisfying drag, “Wasn’t I always quite pale?”

Ding’s wife nudged Ding with her elbow, “Hubby, he’s gotten whiter, right?”

Ding’s nose twitched as he looked at the cigarette in Feng Jun’s hand, his eyes widening, “Tobacco?”

Sister Lang, on the other hand, was fixated on the lighter in Feng Jun’s hand, “How did you light that up?”

You all are focusing on the wrong thing! Feng Jun was somewhat helpless. This time, he had recuperated for a full six days to make sure his cold was truly gone before returning to this space.

Upon his return, the first thing he did was not to treat any illness, but to take a bath. The villa he stayed in had not only a shower but also a bathtub. He changed the water in the tub three times and spent an hour thoroughly cleansing himself.

After the bath, he didn’t rush to treat his illness, but instead took out disinfectant from the prepared supplies, sprayed it all over the room, turned on the UV light, and soaked himself in the hot tub again.

He was certain that he had caught a viral cold, and as an Earthling, it was his responsibility to eliminate any potentially dangerous alien species—especially since the virus had been brought back by himself.

In these respects, Feng Jun was very self-disciplined.

After soaking in the bath again, he picked up a syringe and injected himself with antibiotics.

Afterward, he didn’t go out, not even to eat. He ordered takeout, and apart from taking his injections on schedule, he was either charging his batteries or playing with his mobile phone.

Because he had taken a bath first when he came back, by the time he had cleaned and disinfected himself, and then, messaged Hua Hua, there was once again no response on the other end.

Initially, they were having a lively conversation, and he suddenly went silent without any explanation. It’s almost inevitable that the beauty would be upset.

As for Feng Jun, he had no regrets about it. He was so dirty that he couldn’t suppress his longing for a bath, and it was better to eliminate the virus from the other dimension sooner rather than later.

From his experience with women, there are plenty of fish in the sea. If he missed out, it just meant there was no fate between them. He would just find another target. Forcing the issue would likely end in humiliation.

So he wasn’t in a hurry to entice her, planning on a slow simmer over low heat.

It was a choice out of necessity. If things went too smoothly, wouldn’t he have to invite her out for a meal soon?

But he had decided that he wouldn’t go out casually until he was completely cured.

If the virus from another dimension turned out to be very potent, it could cause immeasurable damage to the Earth Realm.

The diseases brought by Europeans wiped out the Incan Empire, and the Spanish flu claimed tens of millions of lives.

If the virus from another space was that powerful, Xiao Douzi could have pulled through, but Feng Jun, robust as he was, still struggled to control it despite medication.

Feng Jun really hadn’t been in contact with women for a long time, but as an Earthling, he must consciously maintain the living environment of his species. Fortunately, Hua Hua was chatting with him sporadically.

During the conversations, Feng Jun learned that she seemed to be a music teacher with a public position, owned a piano store, and even ran a small music class teaching students, so her income was quite substantial.

Yet, her biggest passion was to travel and taste various cuisines, setting off as soon as the mood struck her, without concern for summer or winter breaks, to the extent that she even left her piano store in the hands of a partner.

Feng Jun asked her more than once which school she taught at, but Hua Hua only ever replied with two words—”You guess.”

The two of them talked more about the scenery and delicacies of various places when chatting.

When it came to this topic, most of the time, Feng Jun only got to listen, as he was only somewhat familiar with his hometown and a certain province in the south; he wasn’t very familiar with Funiu Province at all.

However, Hua Hua didn’t feel downhearted by the beautiful scenery; she talked about her experiences with great enthusiasm, and she was very happy even though the other person didn’t understand much.

Of course, Feng Jun wouldn’t just listen without saying anything. At the very least, he would chime in, and he often asked questions, making him a very good conversation partner.

In fact, he didn’t like wooing girls this way. This was an era of fast food relationships—hook up if it works, forget it if it doesn’t, and neither party should waste time. Seizing the moment to enjoy life was the right thing to do.

Even Hua Hua herself was a bit surprised by his attitude. One night, they chatted until past midnight, and she suddenly exclaimed, “I really didn’t expect to talk to you for so long. I thought you were just a playboy.”

Luo Hua: You’re wrong. I’m not small [grinning teeth].

Hua Hua: You little rascal [knocking], flirting with your sister again [knocking] [knocking] [knocking]

Luo Hua: Is this considered flirting? Could it be that sister has spent her twenty-some years of life living in a vacuum? [question]

Hua Hua: Brother, I’ve encountered more flirting than you can imagine. Lots of guys come up and directly ask to hang out, or they invite me for a drink, [spitting]

Luo Hua: Sister, I also want to treat you to a drink [bashful]

Hua Hua: Spare me, last time you said you would contact me after the meeting, and then you went missing. You’re insincere [contempt]

Luo Hua: I really had something last time, and I also have something now. Otherwise, I would have already asked you out for a drink.

Hua Hua: You have something now? We’ve been chatting for two hours. At this point, are you sure you have something? [question]

Luo Hua: Really, I have something…

Hua Hua:… Doing something dodgy in the middle of the night, are you harming some young miss? [sneaky smile]

Luo Hua: Not harming any young miss, I’m pestering a miss [grinning teeth] Hua Hua: Enough with your nonsense, what are you actually doing right now? Luo Hua: I’m afraid if I say it, you won’t believe me. [awkward]

Hua Hua: Are you going to speak up or not? [anger]

Luo Hua: I’m actually busy saving the Earth, I’m not lying to you [awkward]

Hua Hua:? I’m off to play games.

Luo Hua: I just knew it, the truth is always unwelcome. [sad][sad][sad]

Most of the time, Hua Hua would end the chat very casually while in a good mood. Being able to say “The boss is here” or “I have to go to class” was quite a luxury.

It was precisely because of this that Feng Jun realized Hua Hua was just treating the chat as a pastime, but he was not sure whether slow-cooking this little flame was appropriate or not.

Some women are actually fitting for striking while the iron is hot. Without waiting for her to react, one could take her breath away instantly.

Anyway, for Feng Jun, the time for striking while the iron was hot had passed, so his relationship with Hua Hua was left up to fate.

He returned this time, just to uphold the dignity of a Divine Doctor, making sure he was completely recovered before he unhesitantly returned to Wilderness Space.

This temporary return to Earth was a bit impulsive on his part; however, it was precisely because of this that he came to a realization: since he had such a fortuitous encounter, there was no need to live a repressed life. Otherwise, what was the use of such an encounter?

So, he naturally started smoking, not bothering to hide it any longer.

Unfortunately, neither the Ding family nor the Lang family paid attention to what was important.

Even Lang’s eldest sister was pondering other things, “Feng Jun, your hair has become very soft.”

This was a no-brainer—Feng Jun had stayed in that space for over three months, and his hair had long matted into clumps. Now that he was back on Earth and had taken a bath, how could he not wash his hair?

“Yes,” Ding’s second sister-in-law also chimed in, “Doctor Feng just stepped out for a bit, and he looks like a completely different person.”

Hearing the term “Divine Doctor,” Lang’s eldest sister finally reacted. She looked Feng Jun up and down and cautiously asked, “Is your illness… cured?” “Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled lightly, not answering, but carrying an air of nonchalance—I’ve already said I’m not ill.

Of course, he couldn’t fool Ding’s second brother, a skilled hunter with exceptional observational skills. He was certain that Doctor Feng had been ill before.

But it was precisely because he was sure that he admired Doctor Feng even more.

As expected of a Divine Doctor, he simply went to relieve himself and cured his own illness on the spot—truly, “the capable are indeed capable of everything.” (Extra chapter – The story will be going up on New Year’s Day. Pre-order your guaranteed monthly tickets for next January now. I’m aiming for the recommendation list this week, so please give your support with collections and recommendation tickets.)

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