Chapter 573
Experience Gift Pack, Ma Donghe Who Took the Wrong Medicine
At dusk, on Old Factory Street.
The sky was dyed a warm orange-red.
The stir-fried rice noodle stalls on the street have already been set up, and the clinking of spatulas and woks creates a crisp symphony.
Workers leaving get off work rode their electric bikes in an endless stream, almost blocking the road.
The entire old street was bathed in the afterglow, its bustling atmosphere tinged with a quiet and peaceful tranquility.
The glass door of Lin Fusheng's Bone and Joint Clinic was being pushed open and closed repeatedly.
The wind chimes on the door jingled.
Inside the store, the rich aroma of safflower oil and medicinal wine wafts through the air, mixed with the scent of pain-relieving plasters, creating a unique "fragrance".
The small space was crammed with all sorts of thugs, their faces bruised and swollen, baring their teeth.
The sounds of shouting, groaning, and boasting filled the air.
Wearing reading glasses, Lin Fusheng was focused on repositioning a patient with a dislocated arm, his technique steady and skillful.
Wen Huiyi moved among the crowd, serving tea and water, collecting money and dispensing medicine, managing the clinic in an orderly manner.
At a small table in the corner, Wen Xin, wearing headphones, leaned her small body against the table.
Completely undisturbed by the surrounding noise, she listened to music while concentrating on her homework.
"Hey, I'm not bragging, but this time the East City Gang completely crushed the Flying Crane Gang."
"The scene of the attack on the Flying Crane Gang's headquarters, the scale of it, wow, it was like something out of a movie!"
A thug with dyed yellow hair sat on a waiting chair, spitting as he boasted to the injured men around him.
"Come on, with your mediocre skills, how could you possibly know about those big shots?"
A guy next to him with his arm in a sling mercilessly exposed his mistake.
"I don't understand? Do you think you, you blockhead, do understand?"
The blond thug sat up abruptly like a lit firecracker, his face full of smug satisfaction, as if he were the only one sober in a world of drunks.
"Let me tell you, this matter isn't as simple as you think. I have inside information!"
Upon hearing the words "insider information," the thugs around immediately perked up.
"Brother Fei, you're well-informed, please tell us about it."
"Exactly, things had been quiet on Dongdu Road for only a short while, how did a fight suddenly break out?"
"Yeah, Fei-ge, it's all over the place, what's going on?"
Amidst a chorus of compliments, the blond thug known as "Brother Fei" cleared his throat and adopted the air of a storyteller.
He first looked around, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention for a few seconds, before slowly speaking.
"Here's what happened, it all started two years ago..."
This blond-haired thug was none other than Fei Ge.
Compared to six months ago, he is noticeably plumper and looks like he's been living a very comfortable life lately.
His face was covered in bruises, and his left shoulder was limp and drooping, clearly indicating that he had just "returned victorious" from a fierce gang fight.
"You don't know, but Chairman Shen of the East City Gang has a peculiar hobby: he likes to recruit young, strong, and muscular men as his confidants."
Fei Ge spoke with great enthusiasm, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense:
"He has four henchmen under his command, have you heard of them?"
"Besides the loyal Brother Le, there's the smiling Buddha who manages the money, the iron-fisted Tiger who specializes in fighting, and the last one, who is also the one he values the most, known as the most handsome man on Flower Lane Street, Handsome Kun!"
“This Liang Kun is young and handsome, and he’s also very efficient. Chairman Shen likes to take him with him wherever he goes.”
"But guess what? That bastard, he's a spy sent by the Flying Crane Gang!"
"He had been lying low by Chairman Shen's side for two whole years, just waiting for an opportunity."
“Just a week ago, the opportunity finally came! That bastard Liang Kun seized the opportunity when Chairman Shen was out traveling and directly called people to ambush him on the road.”
"Good heavens, dozens of submachine guns opened fire on Chairman Shen's car. If it weren't for Brother Le, the bodyguard next to Chairman Shen, risking his life to protect him, Chairman Shen would have been riddled with bullets!"
The thugs around gasped in shock, as if they were right there in the midst of a hail of bullets.
"and after?"
"later?"
Fei slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising several decibels:
"Here comes the exciting part! Chairman Shen was seriously injured and went to hide in the countryside. Guess who he ran into?"
After keeping everyone in suspense, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"President Shen, you have met a true master and hero."
"I heard that the hero owed Chairman Shen a favor in his younger days, and this time he didn't hesitate to take action!"
"Alone, all by himself, he stormed into the Flying Crane Gang's lair overnight!"
"That was truly the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in the left hand and the One-Finger Divine Skill in the right, beating those hall masters and incense leaders of the Flying Crane Gang so badly they were crying for their fathers and mothers, running away in terror, their elite forces almost completely wiped out..."
"Number 17! Who is number 17?"
Wen Huiyi's clear voice came from behind the counter, interrupting Fei Ge's words.
Hey! It's me!
Fei raised his uninjured right hand high and responded.
He then continued talking enthusiastically:
"Then, the hero protected Chairman Shen and fought his way back to the East City Club, where he dragged Liang Kun out in front of everyone."
"Brother Shen was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot. But Chairman Shen didn't even blink. He raised his knife and brought it down with a 'snap,' disciplining him according to family law. He was incredibly ruthless!"
"After that, Dongcheng will clean house and turn around to counterattack the Feihe Gang. They will crush them with overwhelming force. The territory in Jiangbei that was secretly seized by those bastards from the Feihe Gang will now all belong to the Shen family."
Fei Ge spoke with great enthusiasm, and the surrounding audience looked on with longing.
It was as if I could already see my bright future, living a life of luxury and comfort, by joining a big club like the East City Club.
In recent days, Jiangbei Road, which had been quiet for more than half a year, has once again become a hotbed of activity.
The East City Gang and the Flying Crane Gang went to war, affecting countless smaller gangs that were affiliated with them.
The room full of wounded soldiers is a direct result of this gangland brawl.
Interestingly, some of these people might have been fighting to the death in the streets just a moment ago.
At this moment, they were able to stay in the same room, at most hurling insults at each other, but neither dared to continue the fight.
Because the East City Club had won a great victory, Chairman Shen immediately made a statement.
Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the old city of Jiangbei, especially around Jiuchang Street, will have their hands and feet broken.
No one dares to doubt the weight of this statement.
It should be noted that the Flying Crane Gang is the most ferocious new gang in Dongdu after the Red Tiger Gang.
Now, the East City Club has defeated them in one fell swoop and is riding high.
Who would be so bold as to risk such misfortune?
Fei Ge's mouth was dry from talking, and he was about to boast a few more words about his heroic deeds of going in and out of the gang fight seven times.
Suddenly, he felt his dislocated shoulder being firmly supported by a pair of warm, strong hands that slowly kneaded his shoulder joint.
He was getting into the middle of his story when his train of thought was interrupted again, and he muttered impatiently:
"Don't bother me, I was just about to get to the important part..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fei felt a sudden, sharp pain in his shoulder, followed by a piercing, tingling sensation.
"Ouch--"
Fei Ge let out a scream and turned around to see Fang Cheng's expressionless face.
"Cheng, Brother Cheng! Be gentle, please be gentle! It hurts, it hurts..."
"Don't move around. If the bones are set crooked, our shop will not be responsible."
Fang Cheng said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Fei Ge froze instantly, not daring to even breathe.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers precisely gripping the misaligned joint, and he exerted a little force with his wrist.
With a crisp "crack," the bones fit together perfectly, like mortise and tenon joints, and were put back in their right place.
"All right."
"Huh?"
Fei carefully moved his shoulder and found that it had completely recovered, which immediately made him overjoyed.
"Brother Cheng, your skills are amazing! My shoulder feels even better than before!"
"You're not just Hua Tuo reincarnated, you're a deity descended to earth, here specifically to save us mortals!"
"I, Fei, have never admired anyone in my life, but I admire your miraculous healing hands!"
Various short words and phrases come in sets, like a continuous, surging river.
Fei Ge clearly understood that the man in front of him cared most about others praising his medical skills.
Fang Cheng calmly withdrew his hand, accepting the flattery with equanimity.
At the same time, a notification message quietly appeared before my eyes.
[Bone Setting Experience +3] Although the experience isn't much, every little bit helps.
Medical skills are not like boxing, where you can just hide away and practice in silence.
It's like those crazy scientists doing human experiments.
A large number of "victims," or rather, "patients," are needed to provide opportunities for practice.
A few days ago, Fang Cheng complained to Uncle Lin about the slow business at the store.
Unexpectedly, the conflict between the Dongcheng Gang and the Feihe Gang has spread to the old city area of Jiangbei.
Lin Fusheng's Bone and Joint Clinic was already well-known in the underworld.
The local thugs, all injured, ran towards Uncle Lin.
The two gangs just handed him such a huge "experience package" like that.
There is warmth everywhere in the world, and true feelings exist in humanity.
Although I'm so busy right now that I don't even have time to drink water, I've gained a lot of experience, so it's all worth it.
Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly as he looked at the skill interface.
【Bone Setting Lv1 (83/250)】
【Acupressure Lv0 (51/100)】
【Massage lv0 (79/100)】
Looking at the progress bar on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly in satisfaction.
These three skills hadn't changed at all for a long time, but now they've all increased significantly.
Once all these skills are upgraded, they can all be integrated into the Qigong skills.
It can not only accelerate the advancement of Qigong realm, but also further enhance the domain capabilities of the "Primordial True Domain"...
"Ah—help—"
Just as Fang Cheng was lost in thought, a scream even more shrill than Fei Ge's came from the massage room inside.
It sounds like slaughtering a pig.
The lobby fell silent instantly, and everyone looked toward the inner room.
Master Lin raised his eyes, shook his head helplessly, seemingly used to it all along.
"what happened?"
Wen Huiyi quickly put down her work and ran into the massage room.
Fang Cheng was also curious, so he followed them inside.
Inside, on the massage bed, a thug lay sprawled, his face contorted in a mournful expression.
Meanwhile, another burly man, as big as a bear, was shirtless and "massaging" the thug's back with his fists the size of a clay pot.
The burly man, with a ferocious dragon tattoo across his shoulder and a menacing look on his face, was none other than Ma Donghe.
"Donghe, what's wrong with you...?"
Wen Huiyi looked at the comical yet terrifying scene before her, feeling both amused and exasperated.
"It's okay, it's okay,"
Ma Donghe quickly waved his hand, smiling sheepishly as he explained:
"I'm just helping him improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis. This kid has a blockage in his back, so it takes some effort to clear it."
Upon hearing this, the thug on the bed was so aggrieved that he almost cried, but he didn't dare to argue back. He could only look at everyone with pleading eyes.
"Let me do it."
Fang Chengshi couldn't stand it anymore.
The suffering of patients is a small matter; wasting one's own readily available experience is a big deal.
No, no, no!
Upon hearing this, Ma Donghe, like a bear guarding its food, quickly shook his head and said:
"I feel like I've got the hang of it, really! Let me try a few more times, and I'm sure this guy will enjoy my cooking."
Fang Cheng's lips twitched slightly.
I have no idea what got into this guy.
He called this morning and, upon hearing that I was helping out at the clinic, immediately rushed over, shamelessly insisting on learning the craft from Master Lin.
In his words, learning some skills to heal the sick and save lives would give him extra points when he took the special search team's second interview.
Seeing his earnest, silly look, Fang Cheng didn't insist any further.
Wen Huiyi walked over quickly, first glaring at Ma Donghe with annoyance, and then scolded him:
"What you're doing isn't massage. You're using too much force and don't just focus on hurting others; you'll tire yourself out first."
"Come on, let me teach you."
As she spoke, she took out a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped the sweat from Ma Donghe's forehead.
Ma Donghe was taken aback by this sudden action. His fierce face instantly turned bright red, and he even stammered as he spoke.
"I...I didn't use any force, really..."
Wen Huiyi ignored his explanation and continued to explain the key points of massage techniques, but her eyes held a tenderness that she herself did not realize.
Fang Cheng saw it all but didn't say anything.
Although they didn't know when their relationship had become so close, they were happy to see it happen.
Wen Huiyi's life has been too bitter. If she can find a man who truly loves her, then her suffering will finally be over.
Although Ma Donghe had a history with the underworld and appeared rugged, he was not a bad person at heart, and was a loyal and honest man at heart.
If these two can eventually get together, it would be a pretty good match.
I just don't know if Wen Xin can accept this "Uncle Bear".
The noise inside the clinic remained unchanged.
After Fei Ge's shoulder was fixed, he ran to the counter and paid Wen Huiyi with a fawning expression.
"Miss Wen, this is the payment for the medicine. Please accept it."
Wen Huiyi took the money, promptly gave him change, and then took two plasters from the medicine cabinet and handed them to him, carefully instructing him:
"Go back and apply the plasters on time. Don't get into any fights these next few days."
"Okay, thank you, Miss Wen!"
Fei Ge nodded repeatedly, then turned and shouted in Fang Cheng's direction:
"Brother Cheng, I'm leaving now, you're busy!"
After saying that, he took a few of his underlings and walked away with his arms around their shoulders.
Inside the clinic, the four continued to perform their respective duties.
Wearing reading glasses, Lin Fusheng cleans and sutures a knife wound.
Fang Cheng then took on the next patient with a joint dislocation, and his technique became increasingly skillful.
Ma Donghe, who was inside, seemed to have learned his lesson and used much less force.
Although the patient still groaned and moaned, at least it was no longer a pig-like scream.
Wen Huiyi was busy registering and collecting money, as well as comforting the injured who were waiting.
Even after finishing her homework, Lian Wenxin obediently ran over and used her little hands to hand her mother a towel and pour her a glass of water, just like a little adult.
Before we knew it, it had gotten completely dark.
The hustle and bustle of the street gradually subsided, and fewer and fewer customers entered the clinic.
After the last wounded patient left with profuse thanks, the tense atmosphere in the clinic finally subsided completely.
Lin Fusheng took off his reading glasses and rubbed his temples wearily.
Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe helped tidy up the equipment and clean up.
After Wen Huiyi finished tallying up today's accounts, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"Uncle Lin, Fang Cheng, we're going back now."
Wen Huiyi packed her things, took Wen Xin's hand, and greeted her with a smile.
"I'll take you!"
Ma Donghe immediately dropped the mop in his hand and eagerly moved closer: "It's not safe for a woman to walk alone at night."
Fang Cheng was speechless upon hearing this.
The straight-line distance from the clinic to their apartment building is no more than 100 meters.
Even if you're just taking a walk, it's only a half-minute walk. What's unsafe about that?
Wen Huiyi blushed, politely declined, and quickly left with Wen Xin in her arms.
Ma Dong-hyuk stood at the door, watching the mother and daughter's backs as they walked away, his face full of reluctance, looking like a golden retriever abandoned by its owner.
After washing his hands, Fang Cheng took off his white coat and prepared to leave.
"Acheng, wait a minute."
Ma Donghe suddenly called out to him, his憨笑 (simple and honest smile) fading, and his expression becoming more serious:
"My father has something important he wants to discuss with you. It's still early, shall we find a barbecue stall and sit down to talk?"
Fang Cheng turned around, looking at him with some surprise. (End of Chapter)