Chapter 2

Hearing the other party's scolding voice, Chen Fei's face immediately turned awkward. What was originally a serious matter of saving someone had somehow turned into something else with his touch. However, those legs were truly exquisite, smooth, delicate, and elastic... No, no, what am I thinking!

"Are you okay? Can you stand up?" Chen Fei, feeling embarrassed, cleared his throat and spoke while releasing his hands from the other party's beautiful legs to show his innocence.

Mourong Shan's face was red, and she didn't say a word. She supported herself on Chen Fei's chest and struggled to stand up. She frowned and said, "My foot seems to be sprained, it hurts. Your chest, why is it bleeding? Are you injured?"

When she was in his embrace just now, she didn't notice that he was actually injured. His chest was stained with blood, and the cheap T-shirt, which cost only about twenty dollars, had a long tear, revealing a nasty wound underneath.

"It must have been scratched by that wooden stake." Chen Fei only now felt the intense pain from his chest. He glanced at the wooden stake, which was less than half a meter high and lying on its side, with its sharp end stained with some fresh blood, near the edge of the grass.

These stakes are usually used to protect the grass and prevent people from stepping on it, so their ends are sharp and can easily injure someone. However, saving her was the priority at the time, so he didn't have time to think about it.

"Are you okay? Is it serious? Let me take you to the hospital." At this moment, Mourong Shan's anxious voice rang in his ear. She couldn't just leave him, as he was injured while saving her.

"No need to go to the hospital. It's just a superficial wound. I'll go to the clinic later. I'm fine..." Chen Fei, who was studying medicine, knew that although the wound looked scary, it was just a superficial one. He could handle it himself to prevent infection. It was simple.

"That won't do..." Mourong Shan was firm at first, but then a worried voice from a distance interrupted her: "President Mu, the press conference is about to start! There's not much time left."

Mourong Shan then remembered that she had an important event today, which was to attend a crucial product launch for her company. She had worked hard to prepare for this day, and it could be a significant turning point for her company, so she couldn't afford to fail.

However...

Her beautiful eyes fell on Chen Fei, who was still lying on the ground, and her bright pupils flickered with hesitation.

"If you have something urgent, go ahead. I'm really fine." Chen Fei immediately said. He could tell that she had something important to attend to, so there was no need to delay for him. After all, he wasn't seriously injured and could handle the wound himself.

"Then, I'm really sorry. Give me your phone number. I'll come to thank you after I deal with my company's matters." Mourong Shan said this while taking out a stack of money from her Gucci bag and handing it to Chen Fei: "This money, I'm not sure if it's enough, but take it to see a doctor first. If it's not enough, I'll give you more later."

Chen Fei was speechless when he took the stack of money, as it was at least ten thousand yuan. A simple superficial wound didn't require so much money.

"It's not that serious. I'm a doctor and can handle it myself." Chen Fei hesitated and wanted to return the money, as he had some principles and didn't want to take advantage of others.

"Quick, give me your phone number. I don't have much time; I need to hurry." However, Mourong Shan didn't care about the money and anxiously asked for his number.

Chen Fei was taken aback for a moment, then gave her his number. Mourong Shan immediately took out her iPhone 4S and called Chen Fei. As the classic Nokia ringtone played, she nodded apologetically to Chen Fei, said "Sorry," and limped away, supported by someone else.

"This girl is really..." Watching the tall, beautiful figure in blue, limping and being helped into a Maserati sports car, Chen Fei swallowed hard and muttered.

In Beishan City, anyone who could casually hand out over ten thousand yuan or afford a Maserati was definitely considered wealthy. Moreover, Chen Fei noticed that the person who called her earlier addressed her as "President Mu." Could it be that...

"At such a young age, she's already a CEO. It's really frustrating to compare." Chen Fei could tell that she was only a few years older than him, yet had achieved so much, which was indeed impressive.

He shook his head, supported himself on the ground to sit up, and held the stack of money, grinning through the pain: "Looks like I didn't save the wrong person today. This is over ten thousand yuan, enough to last me a long time."

He had been jobless for a while and didn't want to ask his poor family for help, so his financial situation had become very tight. His rent was due in a couple of days, and he had been worried about it. But today, he unexpectedly came into a windfall, solving all his problems.

Over ten thousand yuan was enough to last him a long time, even in the bustling Beishan City.

Moreover, when the wooden stake had scratched his chest, the blood had stained the jade pendant around his neck. At that moment, he felt as if his brain was oxygen-deprived, and a lot of information flooded his mind, chaotic and overwhelming.

Because Mourong Shan was there, he didn't have time to process this shocking event. Only now, as he relaxed, did he realize that he had obtained something extraordinary.

"The Meditation Sutra, the Thirteen Needles of Guigu!?" The vast amount of information in Chen Fei's mind made him murmur these two names in a daze.

It turned out that the jade pendant around his neck, which he couldn't remember where he got it from, contained the residual soul of a high-ranking cultivator. In this residual soul were the cultivation techniques, unique skills, and extensive knowledge of ancient Chinese medicine of that high-ranking cultivator, all of which had now entered his mind, making him feel as if he were dreaming.

"Is this real? Are these things actually real in the world?" Chen Fei rubbed his forehead in a daze, never expecting that he, who was supposed to be an ordinary person, would encounter such a miraculous event. Not only did he save someone and come into a windfall, but he also unexpectedly inherited the legacy of a high-ranking cultivator.

That was the "Medical Sage of the Cultivation World," whose medical experience, unique skills, and cultivation techniques were now all in his mind.

This was simply unbelievable...

"Slap, ouch, it hurts. It's not a dream. I've hit the jackpot." In his daze, Chen Fei suddenly slapped himself. When he felt the pain on his face, he immediately grinned, his face full of excitement.

With the legacy of a high-ranking cultivator, how could he not make a name for himself in the future? It was absolutely impossible!

"Boss, look at that guy, he has a lot of money in his hand!" Just as Chen Fei was excited about inheriting the legacy of a high-ranking cultivator, a man with a pockmarked face and a sharp nose, sitting in a Jinbei minivan, suddenly noticed the stack of money in Chen Fei's hand and immediately became excited, shouting to a burly bald man in the front seat.

"What? Let's go check it out." The bald man, who had been lying comfortably in the front seat of the minivan, enjoying the cold air from the air conditioner, immediately sat up when he heard his subordinate. He rolled down the window and saw the stack of money in Chen Fei's hand, which was at least ten thousand yuan, and a greedy look appeared in his eyes. He shouted and got out of the minivan with a steel pipe, along with a few others, surrounding Chen Fei.

"Look, that guy is being robbed. He's so stupid, not knowing to keep his wealth hidden. Now he's in trouble, hahaha!"

Some onlookers laughed from a distance, filled with schadenfreude.

They had witnessed Chen Fei saving Mourong Shan and were envious and jealous of his good fortune and the ten thousand yuan he received from her. Now, seeing that some obviously bad guys had targeted him, they felt a sense of satisfaction and schadenfreude.

"Kid, get in the car with us, or I'll beat your head in with this steel pipe!" The bald man, who seemed to be the leader, was wearing a flashy shirt, and his head shone in the sunlight. His eyes were fierce and cruel, and he bared his teeth at Chen Fei, speaking menacingly.

Chen Fei glanced at him, a hint of mockery on his lips, and didn't say much. He got up and followed the bald man into the Jinbei minivan.

As for the wound on his chest, after inheriting the legacy of the high-ranking cultivator, he had used some techniques to treat it. The wound was healing and no longer bleeding, so it didn't affect him, though it still looked scary.

Seeing this, the bald man looked at Chen Fei in surprise, not expecting him to be so calm despite his serious injury, which made him feel a bit surprised.

Could this kid be from the underworld too?

Otherwise, how could he act as if nothing had happened with such a large wound on his chest?

However, even with this thought, he didn't take Chen Fei seriously, as they were many and Chen Fei was just one person.

"Kid, you seem to be reasonable. I don't want to make things difficult for you. Here's the deal: keep a thousand yuan, and leave the rest here. You can go now." In the car, the bald man sneered at Chen Fei.

"Do you want it? If you want it, come and take it." Chen Fei looked at the bald man's shiny forehead and smiled.

"Damn it, I was being nice by offering to let you keep a thousand yuan, and you dare to be so arrogant! I'll show you why flowers are red!"

The bald man, hearing Chen Fei's mocking tone, immediately flew into a rage and shouted at his subordinates: "What are you waiting for? Get him!"

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