Chapter 254: Chapter 118: Shock the Whole World!_2
"What?" The person in the white clothes was confused.
Seeing that they clearly didn’t want to talk further, Zhang Feng thanked them and continued toward the hospital.
But it was precisely Zhang Feng’s silhouette, his youthful voice, and that pack of cigarettes.
The young man always felt Zhang Feng looked familiar.
As he confusedly pulled out his phone, searching for keywords like ’Extraordinary Grandmaster walking on water,’ he saw the video of the Extraordinary Grandmaster’s silhouette matching the person just now!
At this moment, Zhang Feng was wearing martial arts clothes and traditional cloth shoes, just like in the video!
"Guys... It seems we’ve come across a pioneer..." He was somewhat excited, looking at his friends nearby.
He regretted not saying a few words earlier.
If the person was indeed the Extraordinary Grandmaster Zhang, it might be the only chance in his life to communicate with him!
As he said this, he pulled along the bewildered few, intending to chase after Zhang Feng.
But before he could take a few steps, six burly men quickly approached from a distance.
The leading middle-aged man politely said to them, "Comrades, I noticed you recognized President Zhang, but please keep it confidential, thank you."
Although Zhang Feng didn’t have anyone following him, the necessary secrecy still had to be maintained.
"I told you he was a pioneer!"
"He really is..."
"He’s Grandmaster Zhang?"
"Did I just talk with Grandmaster Zhang?"
The few youths realized they’d conversed with the Grandmaster and immediately felt excited along with a strong sense of regret.
...
Arriving at the hospital lobby.
Zhang Feng glanced around, seeing even more people here.
Over by the testing room, a long line had formed.
The equipment indeed needed to be expedited, or there would be no way to handle a nationwide martial arts trend.
’Big data martial arts, a simple concept, but indeed cumbersome in execution.’
Zhang Feng observed for a while and understood why Dr. Wu was so busy his feet barely hit the ground.
The testing volume was high, with people shoulder to shoulder—it’s hard for machines not to break down or take a break, let alone people.
Passing by here.
Zhang Feng didn’t take the elevator; instead, he ran up the stairs to the top.
15th floor, the dean’s office.
Dr. Wu had been promoted; he was now the chief dean.
But his office was still the same small office, clearly seldom visited.
Otherwise, no staff could fit in here to report.
Taking out his phone.
Zhang Feng ignored the few medical staff glancing at him, directly calling Dr. Wu.
But Dr. Wu hadn’t answered yet.
A nearby doctor excitedly approached and tentatively asked, "Professor Zhang? Is it you?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded when recognized, then looked at the few excited medical staff nearby,
"You’re all my half students. I’ve taught you several times and given you numerous medical lectures.
If you’re truly grateful, don’t spread it around or say I’m here—I want some peace."
"Okay, professor!" they nodded excitedly, then looked at Zhang Feng admiringly.
"Disperse, disperse." Zhang Feng chuckled and shook his head. "It’s work hours, focus on your tasks, no gathering. Tonight, if you’re free, let’s have dinner together."
"Alright!" Hearing they might see Professor Zhang in the evening, they reluctantly left.
About half a minute later.
Dr. Wu finally answered the call.
"Hello, Professor Zhang." Dr. Wu’s voice was obviously hoarse, "What’s up?"
"By the equipment?" Zhang Feng inquired.
"Yes!" Dr. Wu replied, "I’ve been here lately, learning the testing procedures.
The hospital needs more machines soon, and if we’re short on staff, I’m considering doing it myself."
"Great." Zhang Feng saw he was busy and didn’t want to disturb him, since he was just wandering around. "Then you carry on, we’ll chat later."
Ending the call.
Seeing everyone else busy.
For the first time, Zhang Feng felt like a ’bystander.’
This feeling was quite unique.
Since he was free, he continued wandering around.
Passing by patient rooms.
Zhang Feng glanced inside.
Upon seeing many doctors using the bits of skill he taught them, employing similar simplified resonance techniques to earnestly treat patients.
Zhang Feng felt quite pleased in his heart.
Thinking back, it had been over half a year since he first visited this hospital and imparted the meridian massage therapy.
They learned some techniques quickly and applied them clinically, showing genuine effort in learning.
Once they fully absorb it, he might impart some new skills.
Other hospitals were the same way, Zhang Feng taught them the meridian therapy they could quickly master.
As he continued walking and turning.
Zhang Feng’s mood was good.
Arriving at the sixth floor.
Oncology department, Zhang Feng kept walking, reaching the intensive care unit.
From here at the entrance, he couldn’t see inside, only glimpsing the disinfection room through a window.
But Zhang Feng knew most inside were late-stage cancer patients with metastasis, and complications had already led to multiple organ failures, relying merely on some equipment and medicine for physiological maintenance.
Meanwhile.
Zhang Feng’s hearing was extraordinary; he could hear laughter from the intensive care unit through the disinfection room, from the hospital’s caretakers trying to make patients happy as their time ticked down.
If they could laugh more, they should laugh more.
A laugh might allow a temporary escape from thoughts of death—at that moment, they might feel as happy as a normal person.
Some were in such extreme pain they couldn’t laugh, and all the caretakers could offer was comfort and final solace.
Along with the chance for family to say goodbye one last time.