Start the liver experience with push-ups

Old Factory Street, Lin Fusheng's trauma clinic.

The air was filled with the unique fragrance of essential oils and the pungent smell of medicinal wine.

A comfortable series of groans and moans came from the massage room in the back.

"Master Lin, your skills are really good, ten times better than my old man's…"

Ma Donghe lay on the massage bed, eyes half-closed, enjoying the massage service.

His exposed back muscles were thick and his tattoos ferocious.

There were also old scars and newly added bruises on it.

Lin Fusheng heard this and shook his head with a smile:

"Teacher Ma is a well-known martial arts master, I can't compare with him."

Ma Donghe twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, without responding to this sentence.

Others may not know the details of Master Lin, but he knows it very well.

Lin Fusheng, an important figure and gold-medal fighter of the once-prosperous Lianqing Gang seventeen years ago.

Having been in the underworld for so long, he had countless enemies and countless lives on his hands.

Later, he quit and opened a small trauma clinic here, but he has been safe and sound so far.

So, would such a guy be an ordinary craftsman?

Just as the two were talking, a burst of shouts suddenly came from outside.

It seemed that another customer had arrived.

Soon, a young man lifted the curtain and walked in directly.

Ma Donghe looked up and was pleasantly surprised:

"Acheng, are you also here to find Master Lin for a massage?"

Fang Cheng took a closer look, with a smile on his face:

"I'm not here to get a massage, but to give one."

Ma Donghe didn't understand what this sentence meant, but when he saw the woman standing behind him, his eyes lit up:

"This lady is?"

"She is my neighbor in the same building. She just moved here recently. Her name is Wen Huiyi. She wants to find a job here."

Fang Cheng gave a brief introduction, then looked at Lin Fusheng, who was massaging Ma Donghe's back.

"Master Lin, I have something to say to you."

Lin Fusheng heard this, raised his head.

Seeing that Fang Cheng's expression seemed a little serious, he wiped his hands with a towel and followed him outside.

"It's like this…"

The two deliberately stood at the entrance of the clinic.

Fang Cheng told about Wen Huiyi's family background, without concealing her addiction to drugs.

Lin Fusheng listened silently, sighed, and finally nodded in agreement:

"Let her stay and try, but the situation here is quite special, she may not be able to persevere."

Perhaps because the Jianghu has been a little unstable recently, the trauma and bone setting business in the clinic is particularly good.

He always talked about recruiting people, but he refused to pay high wages.

But this job is a technical job, so it is even more difficult to recruit qualified people.

As for Fang Cheng, this quasi-apprentice, he only comes once every two or three days, and he can't help at all.

While speaking, two more yellow-haired guys with bruised noses and swollen faces supported each other and came to seek medical treatment.

Lin Fusheng quickly stepped forward to greet them and inquire about their injuries.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Fang Cheng was ready to tell Wen Xin's mother the good news.

He lifted the curtain and walked into the massage room.

"Donghe, Master Lin still has guests to entertain outside, why don't I give you a massage?"

"Ah?!"

Ma Donghe was stunned when he heard this, and then refused outright: "Forget it, I feel like my injury has almost recovered now."

"Don't worry, my skills are personally taught by Master Lin, surpassing him."

Although Fang Cheng boasted and made guarantees, Ma Donghe shook his head repeatedly, his attitude extremely firm.

It's not that he doesn't give face.

The point is that Fang Cheng's strength is terrifying, a little force and he estimates that his bones will be broken.

"Let me do it, I have learned a little massage technique before."

A gentle voice sounded, and Wen Huiyi then walked to the sink, washed her hands, and applied essential oil very skillfully.

"How can I be so embarrassed?"

Ma Donghe said coyly, but lay down obediently.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to give up, he couldn't force the guest to accept his service, right?

So he told Wen Huiyi about the successful employment, and encouraged her to work hard in the future, and then walked out of the massage room.

When he came to the lobby.

He saw Master Lin treating a gangster who seemed to have been hit by a sap, causing paralysis on half of his body.

However, the treatment method seemed a bit strange.

He kept rubbing, poking, and pointing his thumb, index finger, and middle finger on several positions on the patient's waist and back.

It looked like he was performing the legendary acupressure technique.

And the nearly paralyzed gangster's muscles twitched slightly, and gradually there was a little reaction.

"Acupressure therapy?"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up immediately, watching intently.

He had seen Master Lin use it once before, but he was busy practicing bone setting at the time and didn't observe carefully.

Now that the skill bar is empty, Fang Cheng wants to learn some new skills.

Especially inspired by the awakening of language talent.

He can consider learning some medical skills that do not require the use of instruments and equipment, and can be performed with both hands, so as to synthesize a treatment-type talent.

Since "massage" does not have a practice object for the time being, it is not bad to learn "acupressure" first.

Seeing Fang Cheng asking for advice, Master Lin did not hide anything. While pointing and poking acupuncture points on the patient, he explained with examples.

The so-called "acupressure therapy" is not as magical as imagined.

It is a simple medical method similar to massage.

Its principle is similar to acupuncture, applying appropriate acupoints on the patient's body surface, using fingers instead of needles to stimulate different techniques such as pointing, pressing, pinching, poking, and hammering.

Through the effect of meridians, the Qi and blood in the body are kept unobstructed, so as to promote the recovery of normal functional activities of the already obstructed muscles.

The difference from massage is that one acts on large muscles and bones, and the other falls on certain specific key positions.

Fang Cheng nodded repeatedly as he listened.

He doesn't care whether "acupressure" is really as magical as the martial arts legend.

Even ordinary skills will become different after being upgraded to the full level.

According to Master Lin, if you want to learn this skill, in addition to mastering the techniques, the most important thing is to memorize the human meridian lines and find the accurate acupoint positions.

This is the easiest thing for Fang Cheng.

He carefully glanced at the human acupoint model standing aside.

Basically, he remembered eighty or ninety percent of the knowledge about meridian circulation and acupoint distribution.

As for actual practice.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of new guests arriving, Fang Cheng immediately took over Master Lin's work and enthusiastically served this yellow-haired patient.

While reciting the eight methods of acupressure, he followed the positions pointed by Master Lin before, and poked and rubbed vigorously.

"Pointing and pointing is called pointing, like a sparrow pecking."

"Hiss—"

Perhaps because the strength was relatively large, the yellow-haired patient felt some pain.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and continued to increase the strength of his fingertips.

"Pointing without moving is called pressing, focusing on the acupoint."

"Oh—"

The yellow-haired patient couldn't help but let out a slightly refreshing groan.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and when he pointed, he realized something.

Acupressure focuses on technique. If the technique is exquisite, the effect will be good.

With each point, press, rub, not only the technique becomes more and more skilled, but also gradually feel the vaguely flowing or blocked breath in the patient's skin.

"Pointing and plucking is called plucking, used in the tendons."

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly condensed, and his index and middle fingers accurately stabbed out, plucking the tendons connected to the acupoints.

The paralyzed and stiff body of the yellow-haired patient suddenly moved reflexively as if electrocuted.

"Hey!"

He was immediately a little surprised and praised repeatedly:

"Brother, your skills are good, not much worse than Master Lin."

"You flatter me."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and continued to perform acupressure therapy to increase proficiency.

Suddenly, several bright prompt messages appeared in front of him.

[You practice your skills, have a preliminary understanding, and successfully mastered a medical skill]

[Unlock skill: Acupressure lv0 (0/100)]

Fang Cheng was not surprised that he could get started and enter the door so quickly.

Because this is entirely due to the powerful perception and memory ability brought by more than 30 points of mental attributes.

Perhaps, in the future, when adding points, you can consider increasing the importance of mental attributes to a position second only to physique.

In this way, Fang Cheng stayed in the trauma clinic, concentrating on the work of saving lives and healing the wounded.

Not only did he successfully unlock the "Acupressure" skill, but he also successfully unlocked the "Massage" skill as desired.

After enjoying a massage service from Wen Huiyi, Ma Donghe wandered around in high spirits.

As if he had taken the wrong medicine, he also learned from Fang Cheng and did voluntary chores.

Until after three o'clock in the afternoon.

The patients gradually decreased, and the clinic became a little deserted.

Wen Huiyi has also begun to adapt to the environment, and her work attitude and ability seem to be good at present.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng suddenly glanced at the gains from this voluntary work.

[Bone setting lv0 (33/100)]

[Acupressure lv0 (12/100)]

[Massage lv0 (9/100)]

Then he stood up, greeted Master Lin, and left.

"Acheng, wait."

Ma Donghe followed closely behind and walked out.

Then, he leaned close to Fang Cheng, covered his mouth and whispered:

"Those two guys have been locked in my secret base since last night. What are you going to do with them?"

He specially ran to Old Factory Street today, in addition to asking Master Lin to massage and treat his injuries, he also wanted to ask Fang Cheng for his opinion on this matter.

Fang Cheng heard this and considered it, and then said:

"I'll go see them and prepare to interrogate them myself."

"Go now?"

Ma Donghe asked.

"Go to the supermarket first. Today is Sunday and there are discounts."

"Uh…"

Hearing Fang Cheng's answer, Ma Donghe couldn't help but stunned, then nodded:

"Okay, I'll call Yingjun and ask him to drive to pick us up."

"Use my number to call."

Fang Cheng took out his mobile phone from his satchel and handed it over.

The two walked out of the trauma clinic and slowly walked towards the intersection.

And not far away.

In a van parked in a corner of the street that didn't look very conspicuous.

There were several pairs of eyes staring at their leaving figures through the car window.