To be fair, Feng Jun had not wanted to take this case in the first place. But since Steward Feng had elevated it to the level of "promoting the Daoist Order," it seemed he could not simply ignore it.
After thinking for nearly half a minute, he nodded. "Fine. I have to show my clansman some respect. But remember to tell those two not to talk nonsense."
The two agreed readily enough, though they could not help feeling suspicious. Don't talk nonsense—was he trying to restrict them from communicating with others?
After all, they were both men worth hundreds of millions and had heard all kinds of strange stories. Their suspicion was not entirely unreasonable.
But precisely because they had seen so much, the doubts in their hearts lessened considerably the moment they saw the Recovery Center.
Two minibuses were parked outside the Recovery Center, with four young men standing beside them. They looked unremarkable, but the sharp, capable air they exuded was something ordinary people could never imitate.
One of them even stepped forward to stop Feng Jun, wearing a stiff smile. "Boss Feng, pardon me. What is the situation with these two?"
Feng Jun frowned slightly and spoke with a hint of impatience. "Cancer patients. What about them?"
The man maintained his stiff smile. It was obvious that he was trying very hard to appear friendly, but unfortunately, his facial muscles were not up to the task—he truly was not good at this. "Is it appropriate to let them in here?"
He did not think it was appropriate. This place had been reserved. Of the nineteen patients, sixteen were meritorious contributors, while the other three had connections. If another two people were allowed in now, who would guarantee their safety?
Feng Jun's expression changed instantly. "This is the