169: Chapter 169 Surgery, My Meditation Goal

Chapter 169: Surgery, My Meditation Target

Xiguan District, Renan Hospital.

At a little past eight in the morning, a few people were already sitting on the two rows of long benches outside the operating room.

Clang.

The elevator doors opened, and Fang Cheng stepped out.

Carrying breakfast and hot drinks bought from downstairs in both hands, he walked quickly toward the waiting area.

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Seeing Fang Cheng appear, the few people waiting outside the operating room stood up one after another and began to speak.

"A-Cheng, there's no need to be so polite; we are all family."

"Sit down quickly, sit down quickly, don't wear yourself out..."

Fang Cheng nodded to the crowd to acknowledge them, simply saying it was nothing.

Li Biyun was also in the crowd, quickly taking the breakfast and hot drinks from her son's hands and helping distribute them to the others.

They were all relatives who had specially rushed from the countryside to visit grandfather. For the older elders, basic courtesies had to be observed.

Perhaps having not seen each other for a long time, the relatives were quite interested in Fang Cheng's current status and successively came over to talk to him.

Some asked about his work situation, while others asked if Fang Cheng was dating a girlfriend and wanted to help introduce a match.

Chatting desultorily, it actually diluted the slightly oppressive atmosphere a little.

Just like this, the crowd waited outside the operating room for about three hours.

Until past 12 noon.

As the green light lit up, the doors slowly opened soon after.

Several doctors and nurses wearing green surgical gowns took off their masks and walked out with exhausted faces.

Fang Cheng and Li Biyun stood up simultaneously, looking anxiously at the doctors.

The other relatives who had been chatting also gathered around one after another.

"Bed twenty-nine, are the family members here?"

An older male doctor glanced at the crowd.

"We are!"

Li Biyun anxiously stepped forward to ask: "How is my dad?"

"The situation is like this, the surgery can be considered successfully completed."

"The lesion has basically been excised, but currently he is not completely out of the danger period. We need to guard against postoperative bleeding and infection risks. Next, the patient will be transferred to the intensive care unit to receive observation and treatment for a period of time..."

The male doctor very dutifully introduced the patient's condition in detail.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng let out a sigh of relief and held his mother's slightly trembling hand.

Judging from the doctor's tone, there were no complications during this surgery, so it should be considered very successful, except that as the person in charge of performing the surgery, they would naturally speak more conservatively.

Hearing this news, the crowd also put their minds slightly at ease.

Next would depend on the specific postoperative recovery.

According to what the doctor discussed with the family before the surgery, as long as the surgery's success could be ensured and recovery proceeded smoothly, followed by regular adjuvant chemotherapy, the patient's five-year survival rate could reach over 90%, and living for more than 10 years was also very hopeful.

Come to think of it, this world's technology tree seemed to have been skewed.

While other industries were in a relatively backward state, the medical level was much higher than in his past life, especially in cancer treatment, where they had made quite a few achievements.

If it weren't for grandfather's advanced age and frail Physique, with the tumor already nearing its late stages, if it were a young person with a higher Physique, it wouldn't be a rare thing for there to be no recurrence for decades post-surgery.

After all, even biochemical madmen had appeared, so civilian medical technology definitely couldn't be low anywhere.

Thinking of the nearly sci-fi experimental methods of the Noah Organization, Fang Cheng was emotionally stable and held great confidence regarding grandfather's postoperative rehabilitation.

Towards evening.

The relatives who came to visit all returned one after another.

After sending the last great-aunt into the car, Fang Cheng turned back to the hospital and guarded outside the intensive care unit together with his mother.

Through the thick glass window of the ward, grandfather could be seen lying on the hospital bed.

He had tubes for oxygen inserted, having woken up once before, but had now fallen back into a coma.

Although the vital signs indices on the monitor showed a relatively low reading, they still fell within the normal range.

Fang Cheng and his mother thus had the leisure to chat about the recent situation of uncle Li Dingjian.

Come to think of it, ever since he planned to do business, the number of times he came to the hospital had become fewer and fewer, making him appear very busy.

Recently, he had even been acting like a ghost, not showing up for more than half a month continuously, and calling his phone resulted in a powered-off status.

Relatives who didn't know the situation thought he had relapsed into his old bad habits, and successively criticized and blamed him.

Hearing her son bring up this matter, Li Biyun told him with a hint of distress:

"Actually, your uncle was originally prepared to pay out of his own pocket for this surgery. On the day you took the exam, he transferred two hundred thousand to my account."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised:

"Did his business really succeed?"

"Who knows."

Li Biyun furrowed her brows slightly and shook her head:

"I've kept this money all along and didn't dare use it. With how he looks right now, he doesn't look like he's doing a proper trade at all."

"I'm worried that he might do some illegal things. When the time comes if it gets investigated, voluntarily returning it might allow him to strive for lenient treatment."

Hearing his mother speak thus, Fang Cheng couldn't make any comments for a moment.

From emotional feelings within, he still hoped that his uncle could hold his head high and truly make a career for himself.

From a rational standpoint, he couldn't help but agree with his mother's doubts and guesses.

After all, his uncle was someone with a criminal record.

After comforting his mother with a few words and learning that today was her day off, Fang Cheng persuaded her to go home and rest well, saying that having him look after things here was enough.

Over these past few months, his mother had been truly too exhausted, having to work while also taking care of grandfather.

Fortunately, their hardships would soon come to an end.

Fang Cheng pondered to himself.

Right now, he had over four hundred thousand in cash on hand, and on Ma Donghe's side, there were still two valuable items that hadn't been sold off yet.

If he added the few sunken ship antiques brought back from Yongan Island.

His current self, not to mention being a multi-millionaire, at least counted as having small assets.

Once grandfather was transferred to a regular ward, he would hire two nursing workers to take turns caring for him 24 hours a day.

As for his mother, he could also find an excuse to explain the origin of this money and let her quit her job at the hospital to enjoy life at ease at home.

Unable to withstand her son's persuasion and seeing that the hospital really didn't need too many people staying behind, Li Biyun ultimately got up and went home as instructed.

The sky quickly darkened, and the interior of the hospital also became slightly quieter than during the day.

Fang Cheng came to the family resting and waiting area near the intensive care unit.

Restrooms, water dispensers, air conditioning, and televisions were set up here, with very user-friendly facilities.

There were many family members of patients in situations similar to Fang Cheng's staying behind here.

Some watched the TV on the wall, while others ate steaming hot instant noodles.

Still others covered themselves with blankets and slept on chairs, snoring from time to time, obviously exhausted quite a bit.

Intensive care units in principle did not allow family members of patients to go in and visit.

But in order not to miss the latest news and just in case sudden conditions occurred, many family members still chose to squat and wait outside day and night.

With so many people eating and living together, and trash on the ground not cleaned up properly, the environment appeared somewhat messy and poor.

Fang Cheng found a spot, but not long after sitting down, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Nothing else, the smell inside the room was too pungent.

After his sense of smell was amplified dozens of times, it was even more like suffering a biochemical attack.

It even gave Fang Cheng the vague feeling of a practice requiring deliberate endurance and the sharpening of willpower.

Therefore, he simply sat cross-legged on the chair and began practicing Meditation in a seated posture.

The other surrounding family members saw this scene, glanced at it a few times at most, and no longer paid attention.

In this day and age, all sorts of weirdos existed.

Wasn't there right next to him another fellow picking at his fragrant, sweat-dripping feet while eating Master Kong pickled cabbage instant noodles?

In such a multi-colored and multi-flavored environment, Fang Cheng gradually closed his five senses, striving to reach the state of entering tranquility.

Then, on this basis, he conducted deep-level Meditation, attempting to find the feeling of entering samadhi once more.

In that extremely quiet environment of the abyss, one only needed to overcome the inner fear of nothingness to quickly reach the level of tranquility, and even vaguely touch the edge of entering samadhi.

Placed in the bustling, prosperous, and colorful metropolis, it was very difficult to find such a premier environment to Cultivate.

And in the process of Meditation, entering samadhi was many times more difficult than entering tranquility.

For people without talent who couldn't find a Meditation target, it was an insurmountable natural chasm.

Because entering tranquility only required one's thoughts to return to one, maintaining quietness, and focusing on the current experience.

Entering samadhi, however, required transcending the present, entering deep into the subconscious, and communicating and connecting with the inner self and the external Universe.

After reaching this state, not only was the mind extremely calm, but all bodily perceptions also reached a limit state, and everything happening around was understood at heart, possessing a clear feeling transcending instinct.

In the Cultivation state of heaven and human integration, Fang Cheng comprehended the confrontation between the Primal Mother Vowel and high-dimensional consciousness, ultimately truly grasping this feeling.

That was, to Visualize this wisp of Flame of Spirituality in the shape of a lamp flame within his mind, using this to anchor his self-consciousness.

In other words, it could also be said that he was treating himself as the Meditation target.

Fang Cheng didn't know whether this truly counted as entering samadhi.

At least according to the Meditation Dharma doors taught by the Zhenxiang Society, from the perspective of experiential feeling, it matched quite well.

Without a single error, a first, an issue, an inside, a content, a presence, look one by one!

The only thing that made Fang Cheng unsatisfied was that increasing Meditation experience was still very difficult.

About two to three hours of Meditation practice could increase experience by 1 point.

At this moment, Fang Cheng was situated in the hospital's special environment.

His eyes seemed closed yet not closed, his ears seemed listening yet not listening, slowly adjusting his mood and gradually returning to one to enter tranquility.

Then.

Along with the calmness of his mood, a faint speck of light was dimly lit in the darkness.

At the same time, a red light faintly oozed from between Fang Cheng's eyebrows.

A wonderful feeling that could only be understood and not described quietly surged into his heart.

It was as if this speck of light illuminated his whole body thoroughly, blooming with boundless brilliance.

He... seemed to Incarnate into a wisp of lamp flame burning firewood.

Amidst this wonderful feeling, he naturally crossed a certain natural chasm, entering the dark and boundless subconscious ocean.

When consciousness entered the dim and profound deep Meditation state.

The five senses and perceptions of the body simultaneously reached the state of the ultimate Peak.

For the first time in reality rather than in Meditation, Fang Cheng clearly experienced the wondrous feeling of all pores across his whole body breathing.

Exhale...

Inhale...

Exhale...

Inhale...

It was like a gentle breeze circling and cloud vapor surging, the whole person feeling light and airy, wanting to ride the wind and clouds to return.

Every breath was completely natural, reaching a perfect state of equilibrium.

If viewed from the perspective of an onlooker at this time, Fang Cheng's existence could not be perceived at all.

He seemed to have become a chair, a teacup, or a roll of toilet paper in this room, completely blending into the environment without a trace.

Vaguely, Fang Cheng's consciousness gradually extended outward into the surrounding space.

Finally, a 360-degree omnidirectional perspective was impressively displayed, with everything around reflected in his mind, clear as day without needing to observe with his own eyes.

Inside and outside the room, countless noisy, fragmented sounds came flocking in.

The sound of the television broadcasting the news.

The breathing sounds, heartbeats, and coughs of the surrounding crowd.

The flapping sound of warm air blowing against the grilles at the ceiling's air conditioning vent.

The slight footsteps of someone passing by in the corridor.

Whether high or low, hurried or slow, his ears handled them all with ease, without disturbing the patch of tranquil mood in the slightest.

Even those stinky foot odors, sweat odors, and instant noodle smells filling his nose, no matter how dozens of times stronger they were, could not affect his normal olfactory judgment, allowing one to accept them calmly.

"This is entering samadhi, incomparably clear, incomparably at ease..."

Fang Cheng couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion in his heart.

From closing the five senses, transcending the five senses, then returning to the five senses and accepting the five senses, everything was as natural as water flowing to form a channel.

When entering tranquility, Fang Cheng never dared to have wild thoughts; moving a single thought slightly would cause him to exit the Meditation state.

But after entering samadhi, he could use thoughts at will, imagining any matter or any person.

Because his heart had already been completely anchored!

Just as Fang Cheng was carefully experiencing the feeling of entering samadhi,

suddenly, a burst of unusual sound drifted into his ears.

The nature light in his mind began to sway violently, and the faint halo seemed to be trying its best to dispel the boundless darkness around.

Fang Cheng's heart trembled, almost exiting directly from the samadhi state.

Different from the murmurs and prayers heard when on Yongan Island,

the sound heard this time was even stranger and more bizarre.

It could even be said to make Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

It was like countless people being situated in Hell, suffering brutal torture, and wailing incessantly.

This impact caused on the spiritual level was even more prominent than amplifying the sense of smell and hearing by dozens or hundreds of times.

Fang Cheng forcefully endured it, listening and distinguishing carefully.

Suddenly, he saw an ancient and mysterious bronze gate faintly emerging in the darkness.

The green light seeping out from inside that bronze door illuminated the surrounding Void Realm into a greenish hue.

Accompanied by a creak-creak-creak teeth-aching sound, the nails on the bronze door seemingly used for a Seal were slowly forced out one by one.

Then, a low, bizarre lowing sound suddenly resounded.

That door actually opened slowly.

Puffs of black fog took the opportunity to gush out, emitting a thick, putrid stench.

From inside the door, wave after wave of extremely shrill wails faintly spread out, just like countless people undergoing tragic, brutal torture.

It seemed... what was connected inside there was a place even more painful and profound than Hell.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's face couldn't help but ooze drops of sweat.

He abruptly opened his eyes, looked forward, and then glanced around his surroundings.

Except for a prompt message appearing on the panel:

[Meditation experience + 3]

there was no other unusual movement at all.

Fang Cheng raised his head to glance at the wall clock; the time was already past 12:00 midnight.

At this moment, most people were feeling sleepy and dozing off.

Some lay on chairs, while others spread out the bedding they brought on the floor, sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng got up and went to the restroom to wash his face.

Afterwards, he walked out of the resting area, came before the intensive care unit, and observed grandfather's condition through the window.

The values displayed by the monitor fell within the normal range, and there was a night shift nurse taking care of things inside.

He didn't need to stare at it constantly himself.

After watching for a moment, Fang Cheng thus walked over to the balcony nearby.

The corridor was quiet, with most of the lights turned off, appearing rather deep and secluded.

Fang Cheng leaned alone against the window, looking at the early morning night view, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In his mind, he couldn't help but reminisce about the hair-raising sounds and images sensed previously during Meditation.

His gaze casually wandered, suddenly seeing a building opposite hanging a Rehabilitation Center sign, its lights appearing exceptionally bright in the early morning.

Many road barriers were also set up around it, with fully armed soldiers guarding it.

The previous few times he came to Renan Hospital, Fang Cheng had also noticed that the hospital's security forces were much more adequate.

It was just that he hadn't personally witnessed this unusual scene at night.

"Very strange, right?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind.