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Xishan Cuigu Sanatorium.

A refreshing morning breeze swept through the lush pine forest at the foot of the mountain, and several gray sparrows hopped on the branches, chirping melodiously.

The hospital grounds are free from the hustle and bustle of the city; the rehabilitation center building is exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional distant sound of nurses pushing trolleys.

Those who can stay here to recuperate are either retired veterans or special search team combat personnel who have suffered serious injuries.

The environment is quiet and pleasant, and the security is exceptionally tight.

Fang Cheng followed behind Master Sun, walking forward on the thick carpet in the corridor.

After passing through three heavily armed guard posts, the two stopped outside suite 103 in the Special Care Zone.

Master Sun pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The room was softly lit, furnished with high-end furniture, and had a faint scent of Chinese medicine in the air.

A large physiotherapy bed was placed by the window, and an elderly man with silver hair was lying on it, with a soft pillow under his upper body, his trouser legs rolled up to his knees, and a dark plaster on his lower back.

"Mr. Gu, I brought a young man with me today to take a look at your back."

Master Sun called out to the old man, then quickly led Fang Cheng to the bedside, slightly bending over, and began to introduce:
"This child is named Fang Cheng. He is our department's newly recruited darling and has an exceptional talent for traditional medical skills."

“Your ailment has been going on for a long time. I was thinking of having him loosen up your muscles and joints, which might alleviate some of your symptoms.”

The elderly man lying on the bed is named Gu Weiping, who was once a powerful high-ranking official in a central government department.

When asked about his specific job responsibilities and position, Master Sun remained vague, seemingly deliberately keeping it a secret, and appeared exceptionally cautious and respectful.

It was only said that after he retired, due to severe lumbar spinal stenosis accompanied by sciatica, he was specially transferred to this heavily guarded sanatorium with top-notch medical care for recuperation.

"Sure, I trust the person you personally recommended, Lao Sun."

Gu Weiping turned his head to look at Fang Cheng and chuckled, "Young man, why don't you give it a try?"

Fang Cheng nodded and walked to the bedside.

He didn't rush to make a move, but first gently placed the heel of his palm on the spinous process of the lumbar vertebrae on the old man's lower back, and then probed downwards along the erector spinae muscles on both sides of the lumbar vertebrae.

As you run your fingertips over the area, you can clearly feel that the muscle groups around the fourth and fifth lumbar vertebrae have formed large areas of cord-like hard lumps, which are compensatory muscle spasms caused by years of pain.

"excuse me."

Fang Cheng said softly, his thumbs precisely landing on the 'Shenshu' and 'Dachangshu' acupoints on both sides of the old man's lumbar spine.

He didn't use brute force, but instead used the one-finger pushing technique.

With the finger joints slightly bent and the wrist completely relaxed, the thumb is driven by the steady swing of the forearm to apply high-frequency, gentle yet highly penetrating pressure to the acupoints.

At the same time, Fang Cheng secretly controlled his dantian, slowly channeling a wisp of gentle true energy through his fingertips into the old man's acupoints.

The energy penetrates the epidermis, bypassing the fragile nerve roots, and directly enters between the proliferating bone spurs and stiff fascia.

The lumbar spine, which was originally blocked due to pressure, was nourished by this vital energy, just like rain after a long drought, and quickly relaxed.

"Um……"

Gu Weiping couldn't help but let out a long, comfortable sigh, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

He felt a warm current flowing into his waist.

This warm current is like spring water melting ice; wherever it passes, blockages are cleared and meridians are unblocked.

The damp and cold air that lingered in the joint crevices seemed to have met its nemesis, turning into wisps of white sweat that were forced out of the body through the pores.

The spasmodic muscle fibers gradually relax under this high-frequency oscillation and regain their original elasticity.

"Young man, your skills are amazing."

Gu Weiping was full of praise, letting out comfortable humming sounds through his nostrils:
"Not only was the pressure precise, but when I pressed down, my lumbar spine felt warm, and the pain that had been bothering me for several years seemed to ease up considerably all at once."

"By the way, where are you from? Which medical university did you graduate from?"

Fang Cheng used various techniques with both hands, alternately rolling and kneading the muscles of the elderly man's lower back, and answered in a calm tone:
“I’m from JB District in Dongdu. I didn’t go to a proper medical university. I learned this massage and bone-setting technique from a master before.”

"Never attended medical school?"

Gu Weiping was somewhat surprised, then smiled and shook his head:

"It seems there are indeed hidden talents among the common people! Old Sun was not exaggerating when he said you were a genius. If you have time in the future, come and chat with this old man more often."

"Mr. Gu, what you said really hit the nail on the head."

Master Sun, standing to the side, patted his hand and chuckled as he continued the conversation:
"Xiao Fang's skills are top-notch, even in the entire medical field of Dongdu. Have him massage you more often, and I guarantee it will work."

Ever since Fang Cheng joined the company, Master Sun has greatly admired this humble, sensible, and skilled young man.

Not only does she take care of him in every way, but she also often gives Fang Cheng the opportunity to practice on the physical therapy sessions that are usually reserved for important people.

He harbored the idea of ​​mentoring this promising young man, hoping to help him build more connections.

"Master Sun, you flatter me. It's because Old Master Gu has a good constitution and absorbs qi and blood quickly."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, but his hands did not stop moving at all, his fingertips precisely tracing the acupoints.

About half an hour later.

Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his palms and moved them away from the old man's back.

At this moment, Gu Weiping's forehead and back were covered with a layer of fine sweat, and his originally slightly pale face was rosy and bright.

He tentatively twisted his waist, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his eyes.

"It's really cured?! That needle-like stinging pain has completely gone away."

Gu Weiping's spirits lifted, and he turned to look at Fang Cheng, his tone filled with genuine gratitude:

"Xiao Fang, I really owe you a lot today. My old back can finally catch its breath."

"You're too kind, this is just my job."

Fang Cheng pulled two tissues from the table and wiped the sweat from his fingertips.

Master Sun habitually cupped his right hand to his ear as he listened to their conversation.

He also had a big smile on his face, occasionally interjecting with a few words, reminding Gu Weiping of the precautions for daily self-cultivation.

As they were talking, Fang Cheng's phone vibrated twice in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a message from his colleague, Lin Yue.

After putting away his phone, Fang Cheng looked at the elderly man on the physiotherapy bed:

"Mr. Gu, your lumbar spine compression has been going on for years and can't be completely cured in one go. Today we'll focus on clearing your meridians, and I'll come back tomorrow for further rehabilitation therapy."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Fang."

Gu Weiping nodded excitedly.

As he spoke, he braced himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, sat up nimbly, stretched his shoulders, and exuded a long-lost sense of ease.

Fang Cheng turned to look at Master Sun beside him:
"Master, there's work that needs help in the intensive care and trauma department of Building 2. Lin Yue asked me to go over there. Could you please keep an eye on Elder Gu's situation?"

"Go on, go on, don't delay the patient's treatment."

Master Sun tilted his ear and waved his hand loudly.

Fang Cheng said goodbye and went out, passing through a corridor covered with ivy, and arrived at the intensive care unit for trauma patients in Building 2.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Lin Yue, wearing a white coat, waiting in the corridor.

Lin Yue's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing Fang Cheng, and he quickly stepped forward to greet him:

"Brother Fang, you've finally arrived!"

Lin Yue is two years older than Fang Cheng, but he always calls him "brother" very smoothly.

He had long witnessed Fang Cheng's miraculous bone-setting skills and admired him immensely. He had been trying to curry favor with him, hoping that one day Fang Cheng could give him some pointers.

"Brother Lin, what's going on?" Fang Cheng asked. "The one inside is a combat member from the Special Search Team's Operations Department. It's said that he was hit by a mutated monster while on a mission in Xishan, suffering multiple fractures and a complicated injury. Recently, something seems to have happened, and there are a lot of wounded."

Lin Yue lowered his voice and complained, then truthfully revealed the truth:

"I couldn't handle it on my own, and I thought your medical skills were superb, so I quickly brought you over to help me out."

Fang Cheng nodded, and said as he walked into the ward:
"Okay, let me take a look at your medical records and X-rays first, then lead the way."

For the next hour or so, the two moved between the wards.

Besides the seriously injured special search team member, the ward also treated several patients with dislocations and fractures that morning.

Fang Cheng acted decisively and made extremely accurate judgments. With his superb repositioning skills, he handled various difficult injuries with ease.

The department, which was originally in a state of chaos, quickly stabilized after his arrival.

After treating the patients, it was nearly noon.

Stepping out of Building 2, the midday sun shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the asphalt road, making it somewhat dazzling.

Lin Yue stretched and turned to look at Fang Cheng:

"Brother Fang, let's eat at the cafeteria on the third floor for lunch. I heard they have a new dish today called 'Golden Jade Abundance Rice Bowl,' which is basically crab roe lion's head meatballs over rice. The girl at the nurses' station said it's amazing. Come on, it's on me!"

Fang Cheng stopped and shook his head slightly:
"Maybe next time, Brother Lin. I have some things to take care of at home and I'm planning to go back this afternoon. Could you please ask Master Sun for leave for me?"

"Okay, no problem, leave it to me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue readily agreed and then gave the following instructions:

"Then drive carefully on the road. If you need any help, you can call me. We're colleagues, so don't hesitate to ask."

Fang Cheng thanked him and turned to walk towards the dormitory area.

Back in his room, he deftly opened the wardrobe, pulled out a few changes of clothes, red underwear, and the demon mask, and stuffed them into his shoulder bag.

After zipping up the bag, I picked it up and went out, heading straight for the open-air parking lot on the west side of the sanatorium.

Finding his black Land Rover SUV, Fang Cheng opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

The engine started, and a deep roar echoed in the carriage.

He stepped on the gas, and the vehicle smoothly drove out of the parking space and headed towards the gate of the sanatorium.

The guard at the gate checked the license plate, then stood at attention, saluted, and pressed the remote control to activate the heavy lifting gate.

The Land Rover drove out of the gate and onto the wide, winding mountain road.

The road is lined with lush pine forests, and sunlight casts dappled shadows on the dark gray asphalt.

Fang Cheng gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the play button on the car's central control screen with the other.

Soothing cello music flowed through the carriage.

He leaned back in the leather seat, enjoying a moment of peace.

Just then, a pale blue screen quietly appeared before my eyes:

[Bone Setting Experience +8]

【Bone Setting Lv1 (231/250)】

[Massage Experience +8]

【Massage lv0 (95/100)】

[Acupressure Experience +5]

【Acupressure Lv0 (67/100)】

[Qigong Experience +4]

[Qigong lv3 (336/1000)]

These are the skills and experiences I gained from today's work.

Fang Cheng glanced at the prompts on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

Since starting work at Xishan Cuigu Sanatorium, I've been dealing with all sorts of difficult and complicated cases and injuries every day. With so many practice subjects, my medical skills have naturally improved much faster than before.

The progress bar for the "Massage" skill will soon be able to advance.

More importantly, in the process of treating patients, he gained a lot of inspiration in combining the manipulation of true qi with medical skills and explored a completely new approach.

I recalled the scene when I performed surgery on that special search team member last time.

He successfully transformed his inner energy into countless supple threads, which he precisely penetrated into the injured person's comminuted fractured spine through finger contact.

Using these air threads, he wrapped up the tiny bone fragments one by one and pulled them back to their original position, completing a highly complex bone-setting surgery that even modern instruments could hardly achieve.

This method of application is equivalent to forcibly adjusting the true energy, which originally only possessed destructive and offensive properties, to a level of precision sufficient to control the internal structure of the human body.

Furthermore, it is essential to ensure that the surrounding delicate spinal cord and nerves are not damaged throughout the entire process.

This requires an extraordinary level of control over energy.

Inspired by this, Fang Cheng has recently been trying to combine this microscopic method of controlling Qi with massage and acupressure.

Initial results have been achieved.

The slight warmth that was tested on Gu Weiping just now was a microcosm of success.

Fang Cheng stared at the winding road ahead, his mind racing with thoughts.

Once this path is fully established, the benefits will be unimaginable.

True Qi can not only transform into an invisible microscopic scalpel to precisely cut lesions, but it can also penetrate deep into the cellular level, stimulating necrotic tissue cells to accelerate division and regeneration.

By combining acupressure with the heat generated by true qi, he can force out long-standing toxins deep within the human body.

Even more remarkably, through high-frequency energy vibrations, it can directly strangle those cancer cells that are proliferating indefinitely without damaging normal organs.

That night in Guhuai Village, the reason he dared to promise Qian Dongming that he had a chance to cure the latter's terminal illness was precisely because of this idea.

Speaking of which, Qian Dongming, this big boss, has indeed been quite proactive lately.

Not only did he actively contribute money and effort to cooperate with Cheng Jiashu in handling the renovation project of Guhuai Village, but he also repeatedly expressed his desire to contribute his assets and shares to the organization free of charge.

For those who are sensible and know how to humble themselves, as long as they can guarantee absolute loyalty, Fang Cheng will naturally not hesitate to take action and provide appropriate protection.

Once he had mastered this microscopic qi technique at the sanatorium, he planned to use Qian Dongming as a test subject.

If we can succeed in completely eradicating the tumor in this late-stage cancer patient, then my grandfather will no longer have to worry about a recurrence of his stomach cancer.

I am fully capable of personally restoring vitality to the elderly and even improving their physical condition.

As he listened to the soothing cello music, Fang Cheng's mind wandered.

Suddenly, a rapid ringing of a cell phone interrupted his thoughts.

Fang Cheng reached into the bag in the passenger seat, took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and pressed the answer button.

Lin Chuqiao's clear yet somewhat solemn voice immediately came through the receiver:
"Brother Cheng, we're already waiting for you at the party venue."

"Okay, I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

Fang Cheng replied calmly, then hung up the phone.

He casually tossed his phone onto the center console, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and slowly pressed the accelerator harder.

The Land Rover engine roared, and the car suddenly accelerated, leaving a black afterimage on the mountain road.

As Fang Cheng watched the trees rushing backward ahead, his relaxed eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a hint of coldness.

The reason I asked for leave early this time was not because there was anything wrong at home.

However, something went wrong with the Illuminati. (End of Chapter)