Chapter 466 Slowly Regret

The young man who jumped down was not tall, about 1.68 meters tall, slightly fat, not too ugly, with thin skin and tender flesh.

The concierge directly blocked the car. Ever since Mr. Feng showed his skills in Baixing Town, people came to seek treatment every day.

It doesn’t matter if you ask for treatment. The key point is that many people just want to give a bowl of water, saying that they will give alms.

Giving is based on one's heart, not how much it costs to treat a disease. In other words, people who come here basically have the mentality of taking advantage.

Mengang usually just stands in the way of this kind of thing. Today, I suddenly heard someone say "poisoning" and I was stunned for a moment.

Everyone has a kind heart, and Liang Mengang is no exception. They didn't say anything about asking Mr. Feng, but just glared, "You're poisoned, why don't you send him to the hospital quickly? We're not a hospital here. We don't want anything to happen to your family, so just leave as soon as possible."

The young man said with a grimace, "I was sent to the hospital, but there is no cure... I came to you after someone else gave me advice."

"What the hell, the hospital can't cure it, why are you sending it here?" Gao Menggang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What kind of poison?"

The young man replied with a dark face and frustration, "Paraquat."

"Paraquat..." Ai Menggang repeated, and then shouted, "Paraquat? Who can cure that thing?"

"Haha, paraquat," Gao Menggang also chuckled, "This medicine will kill you, even if the gods come, they won't be able to save you."

The young man said simply, "We will pay as much as you want... As long as the treatment is good, you can say whatever you want."

"Ha," Gao Menggang snorted disapprovingly, "If it can't be cured, I won't give it to you, right?"

The young man looked at him and said, "If it can't be cured, it can't be cured...if it can't be cured, it can't be done by a lion opening its mouth, right?"

"So, you'd better go find a famous doctor quickly," Gao Menggang waved his hand, "Really, don't delay."

At this moment, Feng Jun walked over in a car, "I remember to buy ice cream, right? I want a mung bean one, ice-sized."

The two men had already seen him walking this way. Hearing this, the tall man immediately walked to the refrigerator, took out three popsicles, gave one to Feng Jun, and shared one with himself and the short man. Then he said with a smile, "So you like mung beans?"

"Well," Feng Jun tore open the package, took a bite, walked to the trash can and threw away the package, then walked into the booth and said casually, "Actually, let's make some mung bean soup ourselves, boil the mung beans until they just bloom, and then freeze them. Get up to get even more angry."

"Then I'll go buy some mung beans in the afternoon," the short man said with a smile, "Would it be better to put some rock candy on it?"

The three of them were chatting and immediately put the pudgy young man aside, not caring that the other party was anxious to get angry.

This is not because the two gatekeepers are ruthless, but because they are former farmers, they understand paraquat too well. If they drink it, they will die. They will die slowly, and there is no point in being anxious.

After chatting for a while, Feng Jun looked at the short and fat young man and said, "Who are you and why are you blocking the door?"

The pudgy young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied respectfully, "My sister has been poisoned. I want to see Master Feng of the manor. I also ask this friend to help introduce her... I will definitely repay her."

Feng Jun actually heard something similar just now, so he turned his head and glanced at the tall gate post, "I heard it was paraquat?"

"Yeah," the tall man took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to give Feng Jun a cigarette. Seeing him wave his hand, he gave one to the short man and said, "I've already said that no one can cure this poison. .”

Feng Jun glanced at the pudgy young man, took another bite of the ice cream, and said vaguely, "Send him to the hospital quickly, don't waste time... you must believe in science."

Chubby sighed heavily, "We just came out of the hospital. The doctor said it couldn't be done. I heard that Master Feng is very experienced in treating poisoning, so we came to give it a try."

"Is this a dead horse treated as a living horse?" Feng Jun gave him a dissatisfied look, "Can salmonella and paraquat be the same?"

He comes from a small county town and knows a lot about paraquat. This pesticide can be named "Enough Time to Regret".

Paraquat will not kill you immediately after taking it, but will cause pulmonary fibrosis. This process is gradual and irreversible. In the end, the entire lung will be unable to breathe, and you will die bit by bit.

The pain of gradual lung fibrosis is extremely cruel and can last for more than ten days or even more than a month.

In a sense, this can be said to be the most cruel pesticide, bar none. Those highly toxic pesticides will kill you after just one suffocation, leaving the user with no time to regret, so they are relatively merciful.

If paraquat is taken to a certain dose, there is really no cure.

In fact, Feng Jun really wanted to give it a try. He couldn't understand the poison, which was a challenge.

For most people, being able to cure diseases and save lives actually gives a strong sense of accomplishment, especially for such incurable poisons.

However, people these days cannot rescue casually. Feng Jun is not afraid of helping an old man who has fallen, but he is not afraid of trouble, which does not mean that he likes trouble.

He had to look at the other party's attitude before deciding whether to take action. It was not like he had never heard of the story of the farmer and the snake.

Aomenggang felt a little unbearable, so he quietly winked at the short, fat young man - this was the real master.

The short and fat young man was so anxious that he didn't notice the wink for a moment, but said loudly, "Yes, I just heard that the master's potion can detoxify salmonella, so I came here specially to ask for mercy from the master." .”

"Ahem," Aomenggang coughed twice and winked at him, "Master is not a doctor, and we are not related to you. How can you be confident enough to let Master take action?"

The pudgy young man reacted this time. He looked at Feng Jun in surprise and joy, "Are you Master Feng?"

Feng Jun glared at Ai Menggang fiercely, "I said... you don't want to do it anymore, right?"

"Oh, please forgive me, master," Ai Menggang said with an apologetic smile and raised his hand, "After all, it is a human life."

Feng Jun took out a cigarette and pointed at him, "For the sake of your good intentions, I won't argue with you this time. If you do it next time, get out... Do you understand?"

"I understand," Xiaomengang said with a smile, holding a lighter in both hands and lighting a cigarette for the other party, "I will definitely not let him tell anyone."

Feng Jun gave him a dumbfounded look, "Your tone... is simply louder than mine."

Then he looked at the pudgy young man again, "Do you think... you are qualified to talk to me?"

"I..." The short, fat young man hesitated and then spoke bravely, "Master, what do you mean... by this?"

He didn't feel that he was not qualified enough. His family was very powerful and no one he knew dared to talk to him like this.

"That's the literal meaning." Feng Jun's original intention was not to insult anyone. "You are not even an immediate relative. Let's find someone who can take charge."

At this moment, three more people got out of the car, the first of whom was a woman in her thirties. Her face was haggard, but it was still obvious that she must have been a beauty when she was young.

She walked very fast, with an anxious look on her face, "Xiaotian, how are you? Can you see the master?"

Feng Jun didn't wait for the pudgy young man to speak out before he spoke up, "How many days have you been taking paraquat?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then answered subconsciously, "It's been seven and a half days...is it still too late?"

Feng Jun did not answer, but glanced at Ai Mengang.

Ai Menggang immediately pretended to be powerful - the little move just now was seen by the master, and he had to save the impression, "Don't say it before it's too late... What makes you think that the master should take action?"

"Ah?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately spoke, "We will give you as much money as you want... and we will never bargain."

Ai Menggang snorted coldly, "What if it can't be cured?"

"It can't be cured..." The woman's eyes turned red and she hesitated before replying, "Do you have those antidote pills? Let's pay 100,000 first and buy five pills."

Let me go. Feng Jun couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Have you even touched the market?

Twenty thousand antidote pills, that was the price he quoted in Baixing Town. However, at that time, he was dealing with a group of townspeople.

For rich people, the price cannot be calculated like this. Twenty thousand for a detoxification pill is a fair price.

You must know that he is engaged in an interdimensional business and a monopoly. He can sell a generator for two hundred taels of gold, which is close to a hundred times the profit.

Of course, the most important thing is that the poisoning incident at that time involved his reputation, UU Reading www. ｕukansｈhu.net He had to take action for treatment. Although he was reluctant to spend pills for those with mild symptoms, he would still sell them if the other party was willing to buy them at a fair price.

Now, people who take paraquat have nothing to do with him, so why should he sell out 20,000 pills?

So he shook his head simply, "If you don't sell it for 20,000 pieces, paraquat and salmonella are not the same thing, and you have no reason to invite me outside the manor... Do you know why Bai Xingren can invite me out?"

The pudgy young man said without hesitation, "It's easy to talk about money, just make a price."

Feng Jun pondered and replied, "Two million pieces."

A hundred times the profit, this is how he makes money. Of course, in fact, money is secondary. The key is to see how the other party talks.

"Two million?" The pudgy young man was stunned when he heard this, "This, Master, you also..."

Feng Jun looked at him with interest, "Why, it's too expensive? This is a human life."

The pudgy young man was stunned for a moment, but he finally came to his senses, "I understand, the salmonella in Baixing Town involves the master's reputation. Now we can only spend money to buy the master's hand..."

Feng Jun nodded, thinking that you are not too stupid, "How about you give me a reason to take action?"

The pudgy young man thought for a moment and shook his head, "Forget it, two million is just two million...can we guarantee a cure?"

Feng Jun shook his head and answered simply, "That's impossible. Who can guarantee that paraquat can be cured? Two million is the price of one pill. I haven't said anything else yet."

The pudgy young man's eyes widened and he spoke through gritted teeth, "Master, you are going too far..."

"Okay, just two million," the woman said, "I'll buy the master for two million. As long as I can save people, the conditions are whatever you want!"

"Wait a minute," Feng Jun glanced at her and said calmly, "Can you make the decision?"