237: Chapter 237 Body Mutation, Miraculous Healing Technique

Chapter 237: Body Mutation, Rejuvenating Miracle Hand

The elevator door slowly closed, and with a "hum", it began to ascend.

Fang Cheng turned slightly, quietly putting some distance between himself and the two uninvited guests, his gaze sweeping back and forth over them.

The two supported each other, their steps staggering.

One of them was thin and small, looking at most sixteen or seventeen years old, but the fierce look on his face did not match his still-green features.

He bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes wide open, full of vigilance and hostility. As soon as he came in and steadied himself, he glared at Fang Cheng, as if warning him not to meddle in other people's business.

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Afterwards, the teenager turned his attention back to the middle-aged man beside him, supporting him with all his strength while whispering incessantly:

"Uncle, how are you? Hold on!"

"We'll be at the room soon, you'll be fine after taking the medicine..."

His voice carried the hoarseness typical of adolescence, and trembled slightly with anxiety.

The middle-aged man called "Uncle" was not tall, but exceptionally fierce and sturdy, his solid frame seeming to conceal some kind of wild power.

At this moment, his already dark complexion appeared even gloomier due to excessive blood loss, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down from his forehead.

"I'm fine..."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and shook his head.

However, his lips were pale and his steps were floaty, barely standing thanks entirely to the young man's support.

The elevator moved smoothly, and a faint smell of blood permeated the car.

Amidst the quiet, only the heavy panting emitted by the middle-aged man remained, appearing exceptionally clear.

Huff, puff.

Every breath was like pulling an old bellows, sluggish and laborious.

As if the owner of the voice was enduring a pain unbearable to ordinary people.

This made the air in the narrow elevator space inevitably grow somewhat heavy.

Even the lights at the top of the car seemed affected by the oppressive atmosphere, flickering a few times.

Fang Cheng turned a blind ear, standing silently and waiting for the elevator to reach the floor.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly sensed something.

He then cast his gaze towards the middle-aged man.

He saw that his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier, and his body began to tremble slightly out of control.

As if an invisible force was surging within his body, trying to break through some kind of restraint.

Then, a bizarre and horrifying scene occurred.

The facial features of the middle-aged man distorted rapidly, and a layer of black hair slowly grew on his face, standing straight up.

His eyes instantly flashed with a faint green light, looking extremely eerie, as if possessed by some evil power.

His originally neat teeth also became sharp and slender, with two canine teeth protruding from the corners of his mouth, and saliva dripping down the gaps between his teeth while he let out a low roar, looking extremely terrifying.

The teenager's expression changed abruptly, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

He quickly pulled a handgun from his bosom, raised his hand with a "bang", and accurately shattered the camera in the elevator, glass fragments splashing in all directions.

Following closely, the pitch-black muzzle aimed directly at Fang Cheng.

His finger hooked on the trigger, as if the next second, he would kill to silence without hesitation.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, his eyes calm and unperturbed, just locking eyes with him.

The teenager's finger instead trembled slightly, producing a hint of hesitation.

"Xiao Bei, don't mess around, how did I teach you?!"

Just as the atmosphere was nearly frozen, the middle-aged man suddenly let out an indistinct roar.

This roar was like the howl of a wounded alpha wolf, hoarse and broken, unbearably painful, yet without diminishing its deterrent power in the least.

Hearing this, the teenager's gun-holding arm suddenly dropped, and then he obediently put away the gun.

But his eyes still stared closely at Fang Cheng, his expression full of suspicion.

After all, ordinary people seeing this kind of scene would have long been frightened into screaming, hugging their heads and begging for mercy, or wanting to escape in a panic.

Yet Fang Cheng acted as if he were accustomed to it, showing not the slightest sign of backing down.

This extraordinary calmness made people unable to see through what kind of background he actually had.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, trying hard to restrain the violent force within his body that seemed to tear him apart.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his body trembling violently, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down from his forehead, smashing onto the floor of the car.

After a few seconds, the hair on his face actually began to fade gradually, the green light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and his canine teeth slowly retracted.

Relying on what seemed to be a strong willpower, the middle-aged man finally overcame the physical alienation condition and regained some human appearance.

Only his face remained gloomy, his lips completely devoid of color, staggering as his figure swayed.

Fortunately, the teenager reached out in time to support him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

Ding.

A crisp prompt tone broke the brief peace.

The elevator arrived at the keyed floor, and the door then slowly opened.

Fang Cheng stepped out as if nothing was the matter.

Walking to the doorway, his feet suddenly paused, and he turned to look at the middle-aged man, opening his mouth to say:

"Police officer, do you need me to help you treat your wound?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the ankle of the other's right leg.

He saw that the sock there was soaked with blood, dark in color, and the swollen and distorted outline could be faintly seen, obviously suffering a not-light fracture injury.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man could not help but shrink his pupils, staring at Fang Cheng with both shock and suspicion.

Seeming to recognize his appearance, he spoke tentatively:

"You are that day..."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, then stepped forward.

The teenager's muscles instantly tightened, like a fluffing-furred young wolf, shouting sternly:

"What do you want to do?!"

As he spoke, his hand quickly groped toward the handgun at his waist.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly spoke out to stop him:

"Xiao Bei, don't be impulsive!"

His injury was quite heavy and his voice weak, but he still showed himself to be very calm.

Fang Cheng squatted down with a composed expression, gently cupped the middle-aged man's injured lower leg with both hands, took off the sock, and observed it carefully.

Judging from the degree of bone displacement, after the injury, he should have also experienced a round of intense activity or combat, which made the injury worse.

If not handled properly in time, the subsequent pain would likely increase exponentially, and it was even possible to end up with a lifelong disability.

This also reflected from the side how formidable the middle-aged man's physical fitness and endurance were, completely exceeding the category of ordinary people.

After the simple examination, amidst their slightly apprehensive gazes, Fang Cheng raised his head and said gently:

"Officer, I know some Bone-setting techniques, which can help you relieve the pain. Try to relax your body and don't be nervous."

After some instructions, before his hands touched the ankle, he first clenched and stretched in the air a few times, as if letting his fingers "warm up" in advance to find the best state of exerting force.

Then, he steadily grasped the upper and lower parts of the ankle, his thumbs accurately pressing on the most obviously swollen part, feeling the dislocation of the bones.

The remaining fingers were like dexterous tentacles, gently kneading on the lower leg, on one hand to further confirm the injury, and on the other hand to pacify the patient's emotions.

Before the other party had time to react, he suddenly exerted force, his hands skillfully twisting and pushing.

Only a "crack" was heard, and the crisp Bone-setting sound appeared exceptionally loud in the quiet elevator car.

The middle-aged man let out a muffled groan, a look of pain instantly flashed across his face, but then his brows smoothed out slightly.

Fang Cheng stood up, patted his hands, and said softly:

"Alright, you can try taking two steps with your right foot and see."

With a somewhat skeptical expression, the middle-aged man slowly lowered his right foot, his toes lightly touching the ground, trying to take the first step.

He originally thought a piercing, bone-deep pain would come, but to his great astonishment, when his right foot landed, it was steady and firm, and there was no pain whatsoever at the ankle, just as if he had never been injured.

He subconsciously stepped forward again, his pace becoming more and more steady, his leg muscles cooperating tacitly, still without any discomfort.

Then he simply paced around a circle right inside the elevator.

The teenager on the side widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

The hand that was originally tightly gripping the corner of his clothes also slowly loosened, muttering to himself:

"How is this possible..."

The middle-aged man walked a few steps in succession, then stopped, looking at Fang Cheng with eyes full of shock:

"Brother, your medical skills are simply supernatural!"

"When I was just injured, it hurt like hell, and I thought this foot wouldn't heal in a few days. I didn't expect that after you messed with it like this, it doesn't hurt at all now, just like a complete recovery."

"Who on earth are you?"

Between his words, his excitement was beyond words, and in the end he couldn't help asking about Fang Cheng's true identity.

Fang Cheng wore a faint smile on his face, only responding modestly:

"Officer flatters me, I just happen to know a little bit of Bone-setting techniques. Since we are fated to meet again, it's fine as long as I can help a little."

Pausing slightly in tone, he then carefully gave medical advice like a professional doctor:

"This fracture injury has only been temporarily closed and treated, and subsequent recuperation still needs attention next."

"After you go back, it's best to call a doctor over to put a splint on you to truly fix it as soon as possible. Walk as little as possible these days, elevate your foot to ensure normal bone healing, and it is also beneficial to reduce swelling..."

At this time, the elevator had reached the floor of the room where the two lived, and the door opened again.

The middle-aged man still looked at Fang Cheng gratefully, his lips moving, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally, he nodded heavily and expressed a thank you.

Then, under the careful support of the teenager, he walked out of the elevator.

The elevator door closed again, cutting off each other's line of sight.

Fang Cheng pressed the floor button again, his eyes flickering slightly as he looked at the panel appearing before his eyes.

[You used the Bone-setting skill, exerting the effect of "Brief Solidification" for the first time, Exp + 20]

[Bone-setting Lv1 (25 / 100)]

Looking at the prompt message of increased skill experience, Fang Cheng's mouth curved up, nodding inwardly.

Then crossing his arms, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator car, he raised his head slightly.

It was just a small episode.

Although it was unclear what kind of monster the middle-aged man's identity was, and whether he belonged to a wanted criminal.

Nor did he know what enemies they encountered going out in the middle of the night, or what secrets were hidden.

But what did that have to do with himself?

This time helping out was both an itch in the hands for a moment, wanting to take the opportunity to practice skills.

It was also because the previous communication between each other was fairly pleasant, and he just found that middle-aged man relatively pleasing to the eye.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to look at the time; it was already 2:58 AM.

In another two hours, it would be time for morning exercise.

This time was neither early nor late, appearing quite awkward.

Fang Cheng thought about it, then yawned, stepped out of the elevator door, and walked toward his hotel room.

He still decided to catnap for a bit and make up for a return sleep.

To greet the beginning of a new day with a full mental state.

...

Whoosh — — Whoosh — —

The breeze gently blew, carrying a hint of coolness, stirring the hair in front of his forehead.

A thin mist shrouded the trees by the lake, hazy and dim.

Figures shuttled among them, the sound of breathing, footsteps, intertwining with the cheerful bird calls.

Wearing a neat and brisk blue sportswear, Fang Cheng was Running robustly along the lake-encircling Running track.

His legs stepped out rapidly and alternately, his pace light and resilient.

Wherever he passed, he kicked up a gust of strong wind, blowing the branches and leaves of the plants by the road to sway slightly.

Finishing high-intensity physical training, and then conducting a cross-country long-distance run of more than ten kilometers, the effect was quite good.

It precisely matched the combination of anaerobic and aerobic, the most healthy and scientific fitness Dao.

Especially after anaerobic strength trainings like Push-up and Pull-up, muscles would produce fatigue and soreness due to lactic acid accumulation and minor damage.

And aerobic exercises like Running could promote blood circulation and accelerate the discharge of metabolic products.

Thereby relieving muscle tension, reducing fatigue, and making the body recover from exercise faster.

Reflected on the panel, it was that after Running for about half an hour, he had already harvested a full 9 points of experience value.

The morning sunlight penetrated through the thin clouds and mist, scattering on the tree-lined path, like golden silk threads swaying in the wind.

"Today's weather is pretty good..."

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, muttered to himself, and then stopped his steps.

Raising his hand to look at his wristwatch, it was almost 7:30, and he decided it was time to run back.

Later he had an appointment with Lin Chuqiao, the two of them were going to send Wen Xin to her new school together, so he mustn't be late because of this.

Looking around the scenery, Fang Cheng found that unconsciously, he had run to the foot of Miwu Mountain again.

At this moment, this road appeared very quiet, with no other morning exercisers in sight, nor did he encounter that fisherman by chance again.

He subconsciously raised his head, looking toward the mountain forest shrouded in smoke.

His gaze penetrated through layers of branches, leaves and thin mist, faintly seeing indistinct figures swaying in the woods.

Those people also seemed to have perceived his gaze, several gazes intersecting across the air.

For just an instant, Fang Cheng quietly withdrew his line of sight, his steps not pausing.

Only his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a bit.

It seemed these people were still searching for something in the mountain.

Perhaps the middle-aged man from last night encountered danger and fought right here.

Fang Cheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, didn't think too much, and quickened his pace to rush back.

Returning to Yuehu Hotel, it was already close to eight o'clock.

Just stepping into the lobby, Fang Cheng saw a familiar figure.

Li Dingjian was currently sitting on the sofa in the rest area, with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand, and a cup of coffee placed in front of him.

However, the newspaper was held somewhat crookedly, his eyes were half-closed, and he yawned one after another. Obviously, his mind was not on reading, and his whole person exuded a lazy vibe.

Fang Cheng walked forward and called out softly: "Uncle."

Li Dingjian gave a start, the newspaper in his hand almost slipping.

Raising his eyes to see that it was Fang Cheng, he then breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a smile:

"A-Cheng, went out for a run again?"

Fang Cheng nodded, then glanced at the finished coffee cup, and looked at his bloodshot eyes.

Inevitably frowning slightly, he asked with concern:

"Uncle, where did you go last night, why didn't you sleep all night?"