Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 332 - 226_3

"It’s not easy..."

Looking at the panel information, Fang Cheng exhaled gently, his eyes showing a look of satisfaction.

To be honest, practicing the technique of bone setting requires a sufficient number of practical opportunities.

But usually, there aren’t that many patients with sprained joints or dislocated bones, so it’s not easy to improve.

Fortunately, during the New Year period, gang disputes were rampant in Jiangbei, with frequent fights on the streets.

Thugs came continuously to the clinic for injuries.

Fang Cheng naturally wouldn’t miss this rare opportunity; as long as there were suitable patients, he proactively approached them with enthusiasm to practice bone setting, constantly accumulating experience.

Finally, today, he achieved his goal and successfully leveled up.

Looking at the expert-level "Bone Setting" capability description on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

This skill effect is like a powerful anesthetic injection administered when an athlete is injured but has to persevere for a major event.

It can precisely act on the injured area, blocking nerve transmission, and temporarily solidifying the local tissue to restore mobility in a short time.

For those in critical situations who urgently need to move, this is undoubtedly a blessing, allowing them to overcome the constraints of pain and regain control of their bodies at crucial moments.

But Fang Cheng also knows that although this skill effect is very practical, it is only a temporary solution.

Like a strong anesthetic, it provides emergency treatment without addressing the root cause of the injury or illness.

Thus, the injured tissue is not fully healed and requires comprehensive and detailed follow-up care and treatment.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shifted his gaze to another special treatment skill.

[Qigong Lv1 (189/250)]

Besides bone setting, this skill can be used as a synthesis material for Qigong skills.

points of bone setting experience points are roughly equivalent to 50 points of Qigong experience points.

If he chose synthesis, the Qigong skill would quickly approach its breakthrough limit.

After careful consideration, Fang Cheng abandoned this option.

It’s better to wait until "Bone Setting" levels up further; that way, the cost-effectiveness would be the highest.

He then glanced at the other two skills.

[Acupoint Stimulation lv0 (45/100)]

[Tui Na lv0 (39/100)]

His eyes flickered slightly before withdrawing from the panel and focusing on reality. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

As he turned his head, he saw Wen Xin handing a bag of herbs to a departing guest and then sitting alone in a corner.

With her head down, she sat gloomily, absentmindedly tugging at the hem of her clothes, her little mouth pouting.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng slightly curled his lips into a gentle smile.

Yesterday, he had informed Wen Huixi and Master Lin about sending Wen Xin to school.

Upon hearing this, Wen Huixi choked up with gratitude towards Fang Cheng, full of hope for her daughter’s future.

Master Lin was naturally supportive, knowing the importance of education for a family from humble beginnings.

However, when the news reached Wen Xin’s ears, her reaction was heartbreaking; her face instantly fell, her brows furrowed with resistance and unease.

Fang Cheng knew that Wen Xin did not dislike studying, but the fragmented life of her past had carved deep scars on her young heart, instinctively making her avoid interacting with peers, fearing potential ridicule, isolation, or getting hurt again.

However, she had no choice but to rely on herself, bravely taking this step to embrace the changes life would bring.

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, temporarily setting aside his worries about Wen Xin, and turned to attend to the next injured person.

Before he knew it, the number of customers in the store was dwindling.

As the hands of the wall clock moved, the noise gradually faded away, and silence quietly enveloped.

"Sir, is there anything uncomfortable about your body?"

Wen Huixi gracefully moved towards the man who had been sitting quietly in a gray trench coat since entering the door.

She asked softly, her tone gentle, with a professional smile on her face, attempting to break the silence.

"I’m looking for Lin Fusheng,"

the man shook his head, stood up, and said.

His deep voice sounded in the quiet shop, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Fang Cheng and Master Lin both couldn’t help but pause their actions, directing their gaze towards this person.