Chapter 127: Using the Spa Charm (Please Add to Your Favorites!!)

But who would have guessed that Zhang Daniu’s father would shake his head and say, “No, this is far too much. Young hero, this ingot of silver you have must be worth at least fifty or sixty taels. With that, you could buy out this entire humble clinic of mine.”

This time, Chen Bo looked at Zhang’s father with newfound respect. A doctor’s most important quality is medical ethics, and Zhang’s father’s integrity was absolutely unquestionable.

However, Chen Bo only had this one ingot of silver on him. Was he supposed to break it down into smaller pieces? That might have worked in ancient Earth times, but in the customs of this wild continent, damaged silver coins were worthless as currency.

It was like paper money: if you tore a hundred-dollar bill into ten pieces, would anyone accept those fragments in a transaction?

After some thought, a sudden inspiration struck Chen Bo. “The remainder, sir, could be used for charity.”

“Charity?” Zhang’s father asked skeptically.

“Yes, something like the government opening granaries to aid disaster relief. When natural calamities strike—locust plagues, floods, and the like—then the funds could be used to provide assistance.”

Chen Bo’s explanation was somewhat vague, but Zhang’s father was no fool and immediately grasped the idea.

He stared at Chen Bo so intently that Chen Bo began to wonder if he harbored some strange preference. Swallowing nervously, he hastily added, “I’m not into that sort of thing—please find someone else! I’m a married man, spit! I mean, I have a wife.”

Zhang’s father looked puzzled by Chen Bo’s words, unsure of their meaning until he saw the panicked expression on Chen Bo’s face. He laughed wryly and said, “Young hero, I’m nearly half-buried in the earth already. How could I have such inclinations?”

“Then why were you staring at me like that just now?” Chen Bo asked, relieved by the explanation.

“I simply thought it rare to meet someone with such a benevolent heart as yours. People like you, who care for the world, are few and far between. Most only look out for themselves,” Zhang’s father said, trailing off.

Chen Bo felt a bit embarrassed by the compliment. Well, we’re hardly saints! He hadn’t expected to receive a “good person” card today, and he’d heard the first to die are usually the good guys.

Handing over the silver to Zhang’s father, this time the old man accepted it solemnly without refusal.

“By the way, young hero, your wounds are still somewhat unstable. You have many internal injuries that haven’t healed yet. It’s best not to speak much and to rest in bed as much as possible,” Zhang’s father advised.

“Don’t worry!” Chen Bo smiled mysteriously. “Though my injuries are severe, for me, recovery is a simple matter.”

“That’s impossible! Your wounds are grave. At the very least, it would take a year or more to recuperate. If I were so injured, I’d have to lie in bed for years and still be left with hidden ailments,” Zhang’s father said. Before he could finish, Zhang Daniu interrupted.

“Youngster, when an adult is speaking, children should keep quiet! Especially since the young hero is a cultivator; such injuries are just routine for a cultivator!” Zhang’s father gave Zhang Daniu a sharp smack on the head, causing the boy to clutch his head and cry out in pain.

Though Zhang’s father appeared frail and weak, his strength was considerable. That blow left a large lump on Zhang Daniu’s tough skull.

“Father, I’m already dazed. If you hit me again, I won’t be dazed—I’ll be stupid,” Zhang Daniu complained, face full of grievance.

“Oh! So now you lecture your old man after I discipline you? When I was young, I was a scholar! And you didn’t even finish a year of private school, yet you dare lecture me?” Zhang’s father snapped.

Chen Bo was a bit embarrassed by Zhang’s father’s sudden outburst. He seemed refined, but his temper was fiery—truly, appearances could be deceiving.

Still, Chen Bo refrained from mocking him. After all, such family quarrels were common everywhere. In his previous life on Earth, he had been scolded by his own father more times than he could count.

Moreover, Earth’s curses were far more vulgar than those on the wild continent—things like “Why didn’t I shoot you against the wall back then?” and the like.

Here, the insults were milder—mostly “motherless,” “brat,” “scoundrel,” and such.

Chen Bo then pulled out a spa talisman from his system space, instantly drawing the attention of the Zhang father and son.

When Chen Bo had previously produced the silver ingot, they were curious about what it was. Now, seeing it appear out of thin air clearly amazed them.

Zhang’s father remained composed despite the shock, but Zhang Daniu was utterly dumbfounded, mouth agape and eyes as wide as lychees, filled with disbelief.

“W-what is this? Brother Xu, are you some kind of magician?” Zhang Daniu stammered in astonishment.

Chen Bo laughed. “This isn’t a magic trick. It’s a method of spatial storage. Items aren’t conjured from nowhere but stored in a pocket dimension, allowing you to retrieve them at will.”

As he spoke, Chen Bo pinched the spa talisman between two fingers and rubbed it firmly. Suddenly, a blue flame erupted from it, startling everyone.

Even Chen Bo was surprised; he had only intended to test how to use the talisman, but it worked at the first try. His luck was extraordinary today.

The blue flame flickered briefly, and the talisman began to hover in the air above Chen Bo.

Tiny blue droplets fell from it, landing on Chen Bo’s body and being absorbed instantly. He felt a tingling all over, almost an unbearable itch.

Yet he resisted scratching, knowing this sensation meant his wounds were healing; scratching might interrupt the process.

This fantastical scene left the Zhang family utterly astonished, followed quickly by profound respect for Chen Bo. Such unworldly methods were truly remarkable.

Zhang’s father’s sharp gaze immediately recognized Chen Bo’s rapid recovery, making it difficult for him to keep calm.

“This is truly incredible, truly incredible!” he exclaimed, before his expression suddenly darkened.

It was a pity his son lacked the talent for cultivation. Perhaps he, like their ancestors and himself, was destined for an ordinary life.

The simple-minded Zhang Daniu did not notice his father’s change in expression.

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