142. Encountering Martin Again

He grasped Old Geng’s hand with one hand and placed the other on Luo Zhihua’s back. Instantly, Luo Zhihua felt his perspective shift dramatically; Old Geng’s head enlarged before his eyes like a computer image, magnified to the point where he could clearly discern the location of the bullet fragments, as well as the surrounding blood vessels and nerve tissues.

“Old Luo, I wonder if this will aid the surgery?” Chen Fengyun’s voice came softly. Luo Zhihua nodded repeatedly, too excited to speak.

“Old Luo, what’s going on? Let me try it too,” Xie Wenlan said curiously, noticing Luo’s expression.

Chen Fengyun then allowed him to experience the shared spiritual scanning vision. Shocked, Xie Wenlan asked, “Mr. Chen, if surgery can be performed in this state, the success rate could indeed rise to seventy or even eighty percent. But the operation will take at least five hours. Can you endure that long, Mr. Chen?”

“Don’t worry, gentlemen. It should be no problem.” Chen Fengyun’s spiritual power had reached the late Yellow stage, and with the Niwan Palace activated, his spiritual energy could be continuously generated. Such consumption over ten hours posed no difficulty.

“That’s good. Let us take the lead,” Xie Wenlan nodded.

“Old Xie, let me do it,” Luo Zhihua unexpectedly insisted.

The Geng family members and their relatives nearby were astonished. Before Chen Fengyun’s arrival, these two authoritative experts had been grave and reluctant to take the lead, thinking the success rate too low. Now, after just one experience with Chen Fengyun, the two were competing to operate, and the success rate had surged by several dozen times.

“How about this: instead of one, both of you go in together. Since the surgery will be long and mentally and physically taxing, you can alternate as lead surgeon. This way, the operation will progress faster,” Chen Fengyun finally suggested, and both agreed.

With Chen Fengyun’s assistance, Luo Zhihua and Xie Wenlan worked together. After four and a half hours of intense surgery, they successfully extracted the bullet fragments from Old Geng’s brain without causing any harm to his cerebral blood vessels or nerve tissues.

After the operation, Chen Fengyun immediately infused some spiritual energy into Old Geng to protect the surgical site, and also provided the Geng family with some spirit spring water, instructing them to dilute it and give Old Geng a little to drink daily. Only then did he withdraw, mission accomplished.

In the following days, until classes resumed on September 1, Chen Fengyun visited the Geng household every day to monitor Old Geng’s recovery and prevent post-operative complications.

Fortunately, Old Geng’s constitution was strong, and with the daily nourishment of the spirit spring water, after thirty-six hours of coma, he finally awakened.

“This old man has been reborn,” Geng Jizhong solemnly told his son after Old Geng learned of the surgery. “Jichong, we must sincerely thank Mr. Chen and the two experts.”

“When Mr. Qian from the Qian family was treated by Mr. Chen, he gifted him a villa in Rongcheng and a house in the capital as thanks. Our Geng family’s financial strength is not as great as the Qians’, but we must do our best to express our gratitude as well. Chunming, you’re friends with Mr. Chen. Do you know what he needs most right now?” Geng Jizhong asked his son hesitantly.

“Dad, Brother Fengyun doesn’t lack money or property. I’m not sure what he needs. But in recent days, he had Xu Dalin take him to many antique markets in the capital. It seems he’s very interested in antiques,” Geng Chunming replied after some thought.

“Now that your grandfather is recovering well, you don’t need to stay home every day. Spend more time with Chen Fengyun. Accompany him to browse antique markets. If he wants to buy anything, just charge it to the Geng family,” Geng Jizhong said thoughtfully.

As Old Geng’s operation succeeded and his recovery progressed, the capital’s prominent families grew more interested in Mr. Chen. Currently, only the Qian, Geng, and Xu families maintained close ties with him; rumors said that Xu family’s roughneck was also a friend of Chen’s.

In recent days, the Qian, Geng, and Xu families became targets of strong overtures by other noble families, for who had no elders? Who wouldn’t want to befriend a divine doctor capable of bringing the dead back to life?

However, Chen Fengyun had made it clear: his focus was on his studies. He would assist the Qian, Geng, and Xu families with their internal matters but would decline others for the time being, leaving future decisions to his discretion.

Thus, the Qian, Geng, and Xu families had to apologize to the others but were pleased, as this showed Chen Fengyun regarded them as friends.

On August 31, Chen Fengyun went to register at the Capital University. As he arrived at the gate, he saw Martin standing there, wearing a tight red leather outfit that accentuated her perfect figure.

Yet despite her stunning appearance, no one dared approach her because she radiated a forbidding aura that repelled strangers; ordinary people felt ashamed and kept their distance.

However, upon seeing Chen Fengyun, this icy beauty smiled brightly and took the initiative to approach him. “I knew you’d be registering today, so I came here specially to wait for you. By the way, you’ve been in the capital for several days. Why haven’t you contacted me?”

“Oh, I have been here a few days, but I’ve been busy. I didn’t know you lived in the capital; I thought you’d only come when school started,” Chen Fengyun said, scratching his nose.

After treating Old Geng, Chen Fengyun had been wandering the capital’s antique markets these days. Though he hadn’t bought anything, he gained 26 attribute points, having explored less than a third of the market. Clearly, the capital’s antique collections were rich and diverse.

“My family is originally from the northeast, but since my father’s generation, we’ve lived in the capital. You’re currently the darling of the capital’s noble families—curing Old Geng is truly remarkable,” Martin remarked.

“So you’re a local big shot in the capital. If I had known, I’d have contacted you sooner. How about this? Give me a chance—treat me to lunch,” Chen Fengyun joked.

“Sure, lunch is no problem. I’m sure many people are vying to treat you. It’s an honor for me. But can you dare to come to my house?” Martin nodded.

“What, your parents are pressuring you to find a boyfriend? You’re not using me as a shield, are you?” Chen Fengyun teased.

“You’re Mr. Chen indeed, able to figure out everything. But if you want, you can be my boyfriend. I guarantee my parents would be a hundred and twenty percent on board,” Martin smiled half-jokingly.