"Sounds like I can't reimburse you or something," Professor Guan shot back. He said displeasedly, "Your Military Medical University affiliated hospital is still some distance away from the top standards of our civilian hospitals."
While Professor Guan and the others argued, Feng Jun was studying that broken stone stele.
The stele was not large, somewhat like a hitching post. It was twenty centimeters wide, ten centimeters thick, and about forty centimeters tall. The entire stele looked ancient and weighty, carrying an aura of distant desolation.
It should originally have been taller. Its lower half had broken off, and there was a blurred character on it that seemed roughly to be "Huang." At the break below it, there was another dot in the middle, but it was impossible to tell what came after it.
Feng Jun pondered it for a long while, then performed Divination for quite some time, but still could not determine what it was. He frowned. "It feels like a damaged magic artifact, but there's vaguely some Dao resonance to it... Could it be something above a magic artifact?"
He felt that was impossible. If it were, would it not have alerted the Guardians long ago?
But then again, the Guardians were at least mighty Tribulation Transcendence experts. Even a True Artifact used by a Nascent Soul cultivator might not move them.
In any case, he was too embarrassed to bother the Guardians over this, so he could only analyze it himself.
Yet no matter how he analyzed it, he could not find any clue. Three days had already passed when Professor Guan discovered that Auntie's white blood cell count was steadily rising, and began preparations for the old woman to receive Nanorobot care.
Feng Jun felt there was nothing else to do, so he planned to return