Chapter 352: Recovery

What this pilot did not know was that, with Meng Yifan's current reaction speed as a Fifth-grade Cultivator, performing these aerobatic maneuvers was truly too simple.

Meng Yifan could even project his True Qi to forcibly twist the MiG Fighter's flight direction, and could also cast a Concealment Array to make the MiG Fighter invisible.

This was simply like using a cheat code; it could be said that, regarding aerial combat while piloting a fighter jet alone, there was not a single pilot on Earth who was Meng Yifan's match.

After Meng Yifan flew the MiG Fighter in a circle in the sky, he contentedly parked the fighter jet inside Dayiwan's estate.

With this MiG Fighter, plus the R-37 Missile, Meng Yifan had the confidence to go head-to-head with the Level 5 Peak Demon Beast Ao Bi'an.

Seeing Meng Yifan walk down from the MiG Fighter, Dayiwan said somewhat impatiently: "True Person Meng, the things you wanted, I have prepared them all for you. Can you give me the new anti-cancer medicine I need?"

Meng Yifan smiled slightly, flipped his right hand, and two Pills appeared in his palm.

Dayiwan excitedly took these two Pills and, supported by medical staff, returned to his private medical room; he had just used Daniel to test the Third Grade Pill, and although the medicinal effect was astonishing, it had not completely and thoroughly cured the late-stage lung cancer.

Dayiwan was in a high position with great power and regarded his own life as very important; naturally, he would not be stingy with himself and directly consumed that Fourth-grade Pill.

Meng Yifan did not leave either; Dayiwan, this arms dealer, had great influence, and on Earth, there was almost no weapon or equipment he could not obtain. This time, as long as he could cure his lung cancer, it would be much easier to purchase weapons and equipment from him in the future.

As Dayiwan consumed the new Fourth-grade anti-cancer medicine, James and the other medical experts all stood by in full battle array, recording every single change in Dayiwan's body.

"True Person Meng, may I ask if there are any precautions for taking the new anti-cancer medicine?" Concerned about his own life or death, he asked with some unease.

Meng Yifan thought for a moment; the medicinal effect of a Fourth-grade Pill was fierce and could deal with tumors and other cancerous tissues, but the effect was too strong, and Dayiwan's already terminally ill body might not be able to withstand it.

Therefore, the most suitable method of consumption was to dissolve the Fourth-grade Pill into a medicinal liquid and take a small sip each day, slowly consuming it over ten days. However, Meng Yifan could not waste ten days here just to treat Dayiwan's illness.

Thinking of the MiG Fighter and R-37 Missile that Dayiwan had gifted for free, Meng Yifan prepared to return the favor by personally dissolving the Pill's energy for him.

"Mr. Dayiwan, rest assured and take it. This time I will protect your cultivation, ensuring that the medicine will cure the illness," Meng Yifan said.

"That is truly great, thank you for your trouble." Dayiwan was filled with gratitude; he sat on the large sofa and then swallowed that Fourth-grade Pill.

Meng Yifan's right hand pressed onto Dayiwan's back, and strands of thick Spirit Power were transported into Dayiwan's body, protecting his internal organs that were already on the verge of failure.

The Fourth-grade Pill melted upon entering the mouth, and a scorching energy spread out; Dayiwan's body temperature rose in a straight line, and the fist-sized tumor in his lungs also shrank rapidly under the impact of that scorching energy.

One minute later, the tumor in Dayiwan's lungs had completely disappeared. Not only that, the scorching energy released by the Fourth-grade Pill had not yet been completely exhausted. Meng Yifan's mind stirred, guiding this energy to circulate through the major cycles within Dayiwan's body.

Because Dayiwan had been tortured by cancer for years and had undergone chemotherapy many times, many of his body's organs had fallen into exhaustion and were no longer fit for use. At this moment, nourished by that scorching energy, the originally weak and powerless tissues were reborn.

Dayiwan's heart, which had originally been beating very slowly like an old man on the verge of death, was now thumping away, and strands of fresh blood were being transported through the blood vessels to every part of his body.

Dayiwan's internal changes could be monitored through medical equipment, while Dayiwan's external changes were first seen in his limbs, which had originally been as thin as sticks; they were like balloons being inflated, and in the blink of an eye, they became muscular, full, and powerful.

Moreover, because Dayiwan had frequently undergone chemotherapy, his hair had long since fallen out. At this moment, golden hair was rapidly growing from the top of his head like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In a short while, Dayiwan went from a bald old man to having a full head of golden hair; even his eyebrows and beard had grown out.

"Look quickly, Mr. Dayiwan's cancerous tissues have completely disappeared. Not only that, his body is even healthier than an average person's, comparable to the physical fitness of those athletes who exercise regularly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I truly wouldn't dare believe that a late-stage lung cancer patient could fully recover in such a short time."

"A miracle, this is truly an incredible miracle."

"Too magical, this kind of new anti-cancer medicine is truly too magical; it is simply turning decay into magic."

"The mysterious medical arts of the East are actually this magical, being able to cure a late-stage lung cancer patient with just one Pill. Could it be that the Western medicine we have developed for so many years was wrong from the very beginning?"

The medical experts checked Dayiwan's body data, all with faces full of disbelief. Most of them were medical experts who had been engaged in Western medical research for decades; now, one small Pill from Meng Yifan had completely overturned their decades of medical research.

James, this world-leading medical expert, was even more dumbfounded. He also made up his mind that he must learn the five medical classics Meng Yifan had told him about as soon as possible, and then pass Teacher Meng's assessment to learn more profound Eastern medicine.

Ten minutes later, with Meng Yifan's assistance, the medicinal effect of the Fourth-grade Pill was completely absorbed by Dayiwan. Looking at his body, which felt as if it had been Reborn and Transformed, Dayiwan wept with joy.

"Haha, this is truly great." Dayiwan cried and laughed, and even stood up, unable to help himself from pulling a beautiful nurse to dance a waltz in front of everyone to vent the excitement in his heart.

When the song finished, Dayiwan finally calmed down. His servant brought over a towel; Dayiwan wiped away the tear stains on his face, then bowed respectfully to Meng Yifan and said: "True Person Meng, I lost my composure and made a fool of myself in front of you."

Meng Yifan smiled slightly. To suddenly recover and become healthy from being a late-stage lung cancer patient on the verge of death—this kind of transformation was indeed huge; most people would even be ecstatic. That Dayiwan could recover his calm after dancing a dance was already quite commendable.

The transaction was complete, and Meng Yifan prepared to leave, but Dayiwan tried to persuade him to stay in every possible way, insisting that Meng Yifan stay for another day to treat him well and repay his life-saving grace.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Meng Yifan stayed at Dayiwan's private estate for another day, enjoying a full range of food and entertainment. In the evening, with one phone call, Dayiwan summoned five top Western female singers for Meng Yifan to choose from at will, even suggesting that he could keep all five to serve him in bed.

Looking at these female stars whom he could once only see on television screens, Meng Yifan realized that these big stars were high-and-mighty goddesses in front of ordinary people, but in front of true power and wealth, they were nothing more than high-class call girls.