Chapter 635: How did you do that?

Jiang Feng stood by the bedside, lowering his head to look at Ma Jian's still dazed face.

Ma Jian blinked, blinked again, then slowly raised his hand and held it before his eyes to examine it.

That hand was no longer as thin as a chicken claw as before; nourished by Law Power, though not yet fully restored to its healthy state, it already had a noticeable flush and substance.

He clenched his fist, then released it, as if confirming that this hand was indeed his own.

Then he lowered his hand, looked at Jiang Feng, and cracked a smile.

"Boss..."

His voice was still a little hoarse, but much clearer than before.

"Was I just dreaming? I seemed to see you glowing, golden, and beautiful."

Jiang Feng looked at his goofy grin and couldn't help but curl the corner of his own mouth.

"You certainly weren't dreaming."

His gaze lingered on Ma Jian's face for a moment, then he asked.

"But I'm curious, weren't you afraid back then?"

Ma Jian froze for a moment.

"What 'back then'?"

"When facing those people from the Dongfang family."

Jiang Feng's voice grew a bit calmer.

"You blocked that palm strike for me. At that time I was already unconscious, you rushed forward on your own, with no one forcing you."

Ma Jian's expression shifted, as if he were trying to recall what happened that day.

His brows furrowed for a moment, then relaxed, revealing an indifferent expression.

"Hey, what's there to be afraid of?"

"I saw you collapse on the ground; those guys looked hostile at a glance. If you'd been awake, you could've handled them, but you'd passed out."

He paused, his gaze becoming more serious.

"Although I lack real skill and can't beat them, at least I can stand in front of you."

Jiang Feng looked at him, saying nothing.

Ma Jian continued, his voice dropping low, unlike his usual loud and boisterous tone.

"Besides, Boss, you've always looked after me. I, Ma Jian, am good-for-nothing, talentless, but I know who treats me well. To finally be able to do something for you is an honor."

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Feng stood there, looking at Ma Jian's earnest face, his heart feeling as if lightly tapped by something.

He recalled the scene of their first meeting. Back then Ma Jian was a typical spoiled young master, looking down on everyone, thinking he was number one under heaven.

At that time Jiang Feng's impression of him wasn't good; he thought this rich scion had never suffered hardship, didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and only relied on his family's few coins to swagger about the streets.

Later Ma Jian acknowledged him as big brother and followed him around all day.

Jiang Feng initially found him annoying, impossible to shake off, like a piece of dog-skin plaster.

Although he verbally agreed to take on this little brother, deep down he didn't regard Ma Jian as anything.

In his view, the loyalty of such spoiled heirs was unreliable...

But this time, facing Half-step Martial Ancestor Dongfang Jue, Ma Jian showed no retreat.

To reach this point, one needs no words to express loyalty.

Jiang Feng looked at Ma Jian, remained silent for a while, then reached out and pressed his hand on Ma Jian's head.

"Alright, just lie still."

Ma Jian yelped from the pressure, but his face broke into an even brighter grin.

He looked at Jiang Feng, wanting to say something, but before the words could leave his mouth, a figure approached his bedside.

Lin Yanqian stood there, still clutching her medical chart.

She looked at Ma Jian's face, now restored with color, then glanced at the tubes and lines fallen on the ground, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound professional.

"Mr. Ma, I am your attending physician."

Her speech was a bit fast, as if she were eager to confirm something.

"May I perform a full-body examination on you?"

Ma Jian furrowed his brows, instinctively scooting back and leaning against the pillow.

"What check? I'm fine, can't you see?"

He raised his hand and waved it, as if showing off his nimble arms.

"With Brother Jiang's intervention, I'm definitely healed—no need for checks; I'm doing great now, I want to be discharged!"

Lin Yanqian's mouth twitched, but she didn't give up.

She pointed to the pulled-out tubes and monitoring devices, insisting.

"Your condition was very serious; multiple organs had shown signs of failure earlier. Although... although you now look to be recovering well, as a doctor I must use professional means to confirm that your body has indeed regained health. This is my responsibility to you, and to my duty."

Ma Jian still wanted to say something, but Jiang Feng glanced at him and spoke lightly.

"Let the hospital run the tests too. Ma Jian, cooperate with the doctor."

Ma Jian opened his mouth, glanced at Jiang Feng, then at Lin Yanqian's stubborn eyes, finally sighed, as if resigning himself, and leaned back against the pillow.

"Fine, fine, fine—let's just do the check."

"Anyway, checking would be pointless; I'm in great shape."

Lin Yanqian ignored his muttering, turned, and briskly walked out of the ward.

In less than two minutes she returned with several nurses, carrying a bunch of blood collection tubes and testing equipment.

She personally drew blood from Ma Jian, performed an ECG, ultrasound, CT, and a full suite of tests, examining him from head to toe, inside and out.

Although those several nurses didn't know what had happened, seeing Lin Yanqian's solemn face, no one dared to ask more, they all silently got to work.

Ma Jian was fed up with being tossed around, sometimes having blood drawn, sometimes undergoing tests, muttering under his breath, but seeing Jiang Feng Standing beside watching, he didn't dare really lose his temper, could only cooperate honestly.

Half an hour later, Lin Yanqian walked out of the examination room holding a stack of reports.

She Standing There, lowered her head looking at the thick stack of paper in her hand, flipping page by page, looking over and over.

Her fingers trembled slightly, the papers rustling in her hand, but her gaze was firmly fixed on those numbers and images, over and over confirming whether she had misread.

No.

She had gone through them three times, every datum on each report was crystal clear!

Ma Jian's blood routine indicators were all normal; those previously failing organs have now Recovery normal.

"Impossible..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

Lin Yanqian raised her head, looking at Jiang Feng Standing at the Corridor's end.

That man leaned against the wall, arms crossed, posture casual, as if he didn't care at all about those test results.

She held that stack of reports, step by step walking to Jiang Feng's front, her Foot steps somewhat floating.

Her lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but the words reaching her Mouth edge felt that whatever she said would seem feeble and powerless.

Finally she merely raised that stack of reports before Jiang Feng, her voice carrying a kind of Trembling she herself found unfamiliar.

"You... how exactly did you do that?"

Jiang Feng lowered his head to glance at those reports in her hand, neither taking nor looking at them.

He merely gave Lin Yanqian a light glance and said a sentence.

"I've said it, when I act, there's no one I can't save."

Lin Yanqian opened her mouth, she couldn't understand.

She used all the knowledge, experience, and methods she had Learning over the years to treat Ma Jian, but all she got was barely maintaining his vital signs.

While Jiang Feng merely Standing There, stretched out a hand, and Ma Jian was fine.

She felt that all the books she had read in this lifetime seemed to have been read in vain.

"You... can you teach me? How exactly did you do that?"

Finally, she couldn't help but ask.