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Two hours after Chen Feng went viral.

The first batch of people wanting to apprentice under Chen Feng to learn Heaven-tier martial arts finally managed to locate Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hospital through various means.

Originally, Chen Feng had been in the hospital room, thinking about how to raise money to buy medicinal herbs. Suddenly, someone walked into the room.

"Master Chen Feng, please accept this disciple's bow."

With that, the person immediately kowtowed. A young man knelt right in front of him.

Chen Feng was stunned.

Jin Youxi was also taken aback.

"Master, do I have a secret senior brother I didn’t know about?"

Chen Feng was speechless.

What kind of nonsense was a "secret senior brother"? He really couldn’t understand this disciple’s train of thought.

The kneeling young man looked about the same age as him.

"Hey, buddy, are you sure you’ve got the right person?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Chen Feng.

"I’m not mistaken, Master! Please teach me that palm technique that can summon a dragon!"

"Tuition isn’t an issue—I’ll even take out a student loan if I have to."

Now Chen Feng understood what was going on.

This guy was after his "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."

Chen Feng sighed helplessly.

"Get up already. I really can’t teach you."

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but unless the system matched them as compatible, he couldn’t pass on any martial arts.

But the young man was stubborn.

"Master, if you don’t accept me, I’ll kneel here until I die."

Damn it!

Chen Feng was at a loss for words.

Jin Youxi, however, covered her mouth in shock.

"Master is so popular now!"

"I knew it—gold always shines sooner or later."

"Of course! Master is not only kind but also incredibly skilled."

Before Chen Feng could figure out how to deal with the persistent young man, two more people walked in.

The moment they saw the kneeling youth, they rushed forward.

"Master Chen Feng, please, you must accept my son as your disciple!"

"Here’s the tuition I’ve prepared for him."

With that, they opened a briefcase.

Inside were stacks of neatly arranged cash.

At a glance, there had to be at least a million.

At this moment, Chen Feng couldn’t help but be tempted.

But the truth was, he really couldn’t teach them.

The system had zero interest in the kid he was holding hands with.

Soon, more and more people flooded in, eventually packing the hallway to the brim.

"What are you doing? I was here first!"

"Master Chen, if you take my son as your disciple, I’ll pay you five million per semester!"

"Five million for a Heaven-tier technique? Dream on! Li Corporation offers ten million!"

"Master Chen, I heard you like pretty girls. I’m eighteen, the school belle of Jiangcheng No. 9 High—sweet or sassy, your pick!"

...

As the saying goes, fame brings trouble.

No matter how Chen Feng refused, these people acted like they couldn’t hear him.

Some even followed the first young man’s example and dropped to their knees on the spot.

Jin Youxi clung tightly to Chen Feng’s arm, afraid these people would snatch her master away.

Liu Weiwei was also stunned by the scene.

Fortunately, before long, the hospital dispatched a large number of security personnel to clear them all out.

Then, the director arrived at the ward.

"Mr. Chen Feng, please come to my office. Let’s discuss the patient’s condition."

Without much thought, Chen Feng followed him to the director’s office.

The moment he entered, the director warmly invited him to sit and even personally poured him tea.

"Mr. Chen, you truly are a remarkable talent—young, accomplished, and your martial prowess is astounding."

Hearing this, Chen Feng realized the director wasn’t here to talk about any patient’s condition.

Sure enough, after some small talk, the director revealed his true intentions.

"I have a friend from the capital, a member of the Ye family."

"They’d like to invite you to join their clan."

"The Ye family has many young women around your age."

"You can take your pick—any one of them."

"Once married, you’ll have access to all of the Ye family’s cultivation resources."

Chen Feng couldn’t help but swallow hard.

One of the Great Xia’s Nine Great Clans, the Ye family, was actually extending an olive branch to him.

Too bad the system’s restrictions were too tight.

Otherwise, he could’ve skipped decades of hardship in one go.

No—with the Ye family’s influence, he’d skip lifetimes of struggle.

In the end, Chen Feng politely declined.

The director couldn’t help but admire him.

To turn down such an enticing offer—if it were him, he wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.

At the same time, news of the massive crowd rushing to Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hospital to seek apprenticeship began spreading online.

Soon, the reason for Chen Feng’s presence at the hospital was also uncovered through certain means.

What came to light was shocking.

Chen Feng was at the hospital to treat someone his disciple had injured.

At first glance, it seemed like the natural thing to do.

But that very disciple had betrayed him on the spot, joining the War God Dojo instead, and later even slandered the master who had cleaned up her mess.

Once this was posted online, it sparked heated discussions.

This once again thrust Xiao Ruohan into the public eye.

"Why can’t I meet a master like that?"

"That Xiao Ruohan is such a snake."

"That Liu Weiwei is so pitiful—neither the War God Dojo nor her family cared about her, yet her enemy’s master was the one who helped her."

"With so many people trying to apprentice under him, I guess I don’t stand a chance."

"I heard even a ten-million-yuan gift was rejected."

...

Chen Feng had no time to pay attention to the online buzz.

Watching the system’s countdown, he didn’t dare delay any longer.

Now he also saw his greatest value—what everyone wanted.

Martial arts techniques.

Online, they were calling them Heaven-tier techniques.

Chen Feng wasn’t sure.

The system hadn’t given them a rank.

But he believed one thing—anything from the system had to be top-tier.

Chen Feng immediately went to the bank for a loan.

There was no way around it—he simply didn’t have that kind of money.

Fortunately, with two suspected Heaven-tier martial arts techniques under his belt, Chen Feng used them as collateral and easily secured a two-million-yuan loan.

Then he personally went to a physical pharmacy to purchase all the required herbs.

Not daring to waste a single second, he promptly arranged for Liu Weiwei’s discharge and prepared to take her back to the suburban Chosen Dojo.

However, the hospital strongly opposed his decision.

"The patient just had surgery yesterday—how can she be discharged today?"

"Who will take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

Chen Feng had no choice. For now, he couldn’t explain.

So he steeled himself, enduring everyone’s criticism, and forcibly completed Liu Weiwei’s discharge procedures.

Liu Weiwei was also uneasy.

She had just undergone surgery.

Postoperative treatment hadn’t even finished.

Being discharged now made her suspect that Chen Feng simply didn’t want to pay her medical bills anymore.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

Especially when leaving the hospital.

She clearly overheard the nurses gossiping about Chen Feng and her.

"Just had surgery yesterday, and already discharged today?"

"Yeah! There’s so much postoperative care left."

"Why else? Probably can’t afford it."

"Won’t make a difference anyway—her legs are already paralyzed."

"Maybe they genuinely can’t afford the treatment?"

"How could they not have money? Didn’t you see all those people bringing huge sums to apprentice under him earlier?"