Start the liver experience with push-ups

Late at night, an old shop front.

“Ah————”

A pig-slaughtering scream suddenly erupted.

The sound was extremely shrill, almost echoing through half the street.

The surrounding neighbors remained unmoved, as if they were already used to it.

As he said that, he pressed on his shoulder joint again, trying to find the right position to exert force.

“Ah————”

Brother Fei couldn't help but cry out in pain again:

“Master Lin, are you getting old and your skills are declining? It didn't hurt so much the last time I asked you to set my bones?”

Last time? It hasn't even been two weeks...

Lin Fusheng complained inwardly and shook his head helplessly:

“Since you are so afraid of pain, let my apprentice set your bones next, he is young enough.”

When these thugs heard this, they still clamored with dissatisfaction:

“Your apprentice? Is his medical skill good enough?”

“When did you take an apprentice? What's his name? Is he also from Old Factory Street?”

“If his skills are not good enough, we will freak out!”

In the midst of the clamor, a clear voice suddenly rang out, reaching everyone's ears.

“That's me.”

From the back room shielded by a wooden screen, a young man walked out with a smile on his face, rubbing his clean hands.

Brother Fei and the others turned their heads to look, all of them dumbfounded.

The whole room was instantly silent.

This young man was Fang Cheng, who came to the clinic to help with work.

“You… you…”

Looking at the “expert” walking towards him, Brother Fei's expression was shocked and a little unbelievable.

“Don't be afraid, my medical skills were personally taught by Master Lin, you have to believe me.”

Fang Cheng imitated a white-clothed angel, revealing a professional smile, and softly comforted him.

Brother Fei said with a mournful face:

“Can I choose not to believe it?”

Of course not!

This was Fang Cheng's first time personally trying to perform bone-setting surgery on a patient.

How could he give up so easily and admit defeat?

“Master Lin, these patients are too nervous.”

Seeing this, Fang Cheng turned to look at Lin Fusheng:

“I suggest playing a song, it should help relieve their emotions.”

Lin Fusheng nodded in agreement.

He casually turned on an old-fashioned record player, and then turned around to go to the back room to pour a cup of tea to drink and refresh himself.

The mournful sound of the opera instantly floated in the room.

“The man is in a happy place, the concubine is heartbroken, the grievances are known only to the moon…”

This is an opera aria, like weeping and complaining, dragging a long vibrato.

It is difficult for young people to understand and appreciate it.

Fang Cheng felt it was not bad, and began to set bones for his first patient in a relaxed mood.

Perhaps he didn't find the right position, and he failed to correct it successfully after several consecutive corrections.

The patient's shrill screams, coupled with the sad and resentful opera aria.

Made the thugs in the room feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet, until their entire bodies became stiff.

Watching their boss being tortured, they couldn't help but empathize with him, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

“Crack!”

Finally, a crisp and pleasant sound of a joint entering the socket rang out.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away his virtual sweat.

“Okay, first one successful.”

Master Lin walked over with the tea at this time, and asked with a smile:

“How is it, how is the craftsmanship of my newly recruited apprentice?”

“Hehe, it's okay…”

Brother Fei was sitting on the chair at this moment, also with a look of relief after surviving a disaster.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Fang Cheng felt quite a sense of accomplishment in his heart for being praised by the patient.

So he rubbed his hands and turned to look at the others.

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“Next, who is it?”

Although Fang Cheng's smile seemed kind and amiable, the thugs had a creepy feeling.

No one spoke, and no one raised their hands.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, and walked towards the next selected victim, no, patient.

However, they don't have to be discouraged because of this.

As Fang Cheng's technique gradually became more proficient, the later patients actually suffered less.

Bone-setting is a traditional medical skill with a long history. It can accelerate the restoration of the normal shape and function of bones for fractures and dislocations.

The main techniques include pushing, pulling, pressing, and stroking.

While busy working, two prompts suddenly appeared in the air.

【You practice bone-setting techniques and successfully master a medical skill】

【Unlocked skill: Bone-setting lv0 (0/100)】

Looking at the light blue screen that only he could see, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly.

How could he not be excited and motivated to master a skill that could be used to treat himself as he wished?

He then devoted himself to this great work of saving lives and helping the wounded with more enthusiasm.

These thugs are really lucky tonight.

The injuries were successively treated effectively.

Most of the groaning people were gone, and they also had the energy to chat with each other, and even cursed from time to time.

Fang Cheng learned from their conversation the reason why Brother Fei and others became so miserable.

It turned out that the underworld in Dongdu was a bit uneasy recently.

A newly rising gang called the "Crimson Tiger Gang" has been developing extremely rapidly, and is known for its daring, fighting, and high-profile ruthlessness.

Some old-fashioned big gangs are avoiding it and dare not directly confront it.

Even Ma Donghe's Viper Gang was annexed, and it is said that Ma Donghe himself was seriously injured.

Afei and the others are just a small gang of dozens of people, living by relying on a certain big gang.

They usually just guard the venue, but tonight they encountered members of the Crimson Tiger Gang sweeping the venue and suffered innocent beatings.

At this moment, they are discussing that if the situation is not good, they will defect and join the Crimson Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng and Master Lin worked together, setting bones, massaging, and applying trauma medicine, and soon treated all the dozen or so wounded.

As these uninvited guests left one after another, the clinic regained its tranquility.

It was already past 10 p.m.

Fang Cheng did not go home immediately, but helped clean up and tidy up the tables and chairs first.

The shop maintains an old-fashioned style of the 1950s and 1960s.

The furniture is all dark black solid wood, and the surface has been polished.

In the middle is a long table carved with dragons and phoenixes, with a shrine enshrined on it, burning incense candles.

After Lin Fusheng replenished the incense to the shrine, he prepared to close the door and rest.

He turned to look at Fang Cheng and explained:

“In our line of work, we often deal with some idlers and criminals.”

“Acheng, you have good talent, study hard, ignore trivial matters, and master a skill, you can't go wrong.”

Fang Cheng nodded sincerely in response.

He didn't need Master Lin to say this, he himself came to this trauma clinic to help out voluntarily with the purpose of mastering medical skills.

Now that he has successfully unlocked the “Bone Setting” skill.

Perhaps in the future, he can also learn other medical skills from Master Lin, such as acupuncture and massage.