Feng Jun cured Paul, leaving the other three clicking their tongues in amazement. Laura hoped Feng Jun would treat her as well.
Feng Jun could tell that Laura did indeed have a slight lumbar disc herniation, but it was an old injury from years ago, and he had not planned to deal with it.
Around noon, Fernandez and the others took out self-heating canned food from their off-road vehicles and invited Mr. F to join them for lunch.
How could Feng Jun possibly think much of that stuff? With a wave of his hand, he took an induction cooker and a hotpot from the car. "Eat mine."
The ingredients he had prepared were all quite ordinary, mostly vacuum-packed. The soup base and dipping sauces had also been premixed, making everything extremely convenient. Unfortunately, there was no frozen beef or mutton.
Even so, the four of them ate to their hearts' content. Fernandez in particular was surprisingly skilled with chopsticks. The others were less adept and had to use skimmers to scoop ingredients from the pot.
After eating their fill, the two women went into the transparent tent, while Paul and Fernandez stayed behind to chat with Feng Jun.
The two of them could now tell that Mr. F was indeed somewhat aloof, but not difficult to deal with. That was easy enough to understand—anyone with his abilities probably would not be especially approachable.
After chatting for a while, Paul really wanted to know Feng Jun's background, but the man simply would not say. So Paul had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and ask what he wanted to do living in the Hasala Desert, and whether he needed any help.
Feng Jun happened to want to discuss that as well, so he asked them, "I plan