51: Chapter 51 Medical Skills

Chapter 51 Medical Skills

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Late at night, in the old storefront room.

"Ah————"

Suddenly, a miserable scream like a butchered pig rang out.

The voice was extremely shrill, almost echoing through half the street.

The surrounding neighbors made no move upon hearing it, as if they were long used to it.

Inside Lin Fushengs Orthopedic Clinic.

At this moment, a group of bruised, bloody hoodlums gathered inside.

Because there were not enough beds, these people were either sitting on chairs or simply lying on the floor, groaning and humming.

Most only had dislocated joints or minor fractures, while a few others had knife wounds that had already been bandaged.

"So painful!"

One of the men, who had taken off his shirt to reveal fierce tattoos on his back, let out a miserable scream while receiving treatment.

Seeing this, Lin Fusheng, wearing reading glasses, quickly let go and patiently placated him:

"Brother Fei, my technique is already very gentle. You need to endure it as much as possible."

As he spoke, he pressed down on his shoulder joint again, trying to find the right spot to exert force.

"Ah—"

But Brother Fei couldn't help crying out in pain again:

"Master Lin, are you getting old and losing your touch? Last time I came to you for Bone-setting, it didn't hurt this much!"

Last time? It hasn't even been two weeks...

Lin Fusheng mentally complained, shaking his head helplessly:

"Since you guys are so afraid of pain, let my apprentice help you with the Bone-setting next. He's young enough."

Hearing this, the hoodlums still clamored with dissatisfaction:

"Your apprentice? Is his medical skill any good?"

"When did you take on an apprentice, and what's his name? Is he also from Jiuchang Street?"

"If his skills aren't good enough, we're going to flip out!"

Amidst the clamor, a clear voice suddenly rang out, reaching everyone's ears.

"It's me."

From the back room blocked by a wooden screen, a young man walked out with a smile, rubbing his freshly washed hands.

Brother Fei and the others turned their heads to look, all of them dumbfounded.

The entire room instantly fell silent.

This young man was none other than Fang Cheng, who had come to help out at the clinic.

"You... You..."

Looking at the "expert" walking toward him, Brother Fei's expression was a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Don't be afraid. My medical skills were personally taught by Master Lin. You have to believe me."

Imitating an angel in white, Fang Cheng put on a professional smile and softly comforted him.

But Brother Fei made a crying face and said:

"Can I choose not to believe it?"

Of course not!

This was Fang Cheng's first time trying to perform Bone-setting on a patient with his own hands.

How could he give up so easily and admit defeat?

"Master Lin, these patients are too nervous."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng turned to look at Lin Fusheng:

"I suggest we play a song. It should help ease their emotions."

Lin Fusheng nodded in agreement.

He casually turned on an old-fashioned record player, then turned and went to the back room to pour a cup of tea to refresh himself.

The lingering, plaintive singing immediately drifted through the room.

"When my lord is in joy, his concubine's heart breaks; only the moon knows this grievance..."

This was an opera singing style, sounding like weeping and complaining, dragging out a long vibrato.

Young people find it hard to appreciate.

Fang Cheng thought it was pretty good and began to perform Bone-setting on his very first patient with a relaxed mood.

Perhaps he hadn't found the exact spot, as several consecutive attempts at alignment failed.

The patient's miserable screams, combined with the sorrowful and plaintive opera singing,

caused a chill to rise from the soles of the feet of all the hoodlums in the room, making their entire bodies stiffen.

Watching their boss being tortured, they couldn't help projecting themselves into the situation, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

"Crack!"

Finally, a crisp and pleasant sound of a joint popping back into its socket rang out.

Fang Cheng let out a soft breath and wiped away some cold sweat.

"Alright, the first one is a success."

At this moment, Master Lin walked over holding his tea and asked with a smile:

"How is it? How are the skills of my newly taken apprentice?"

"Heh heh, it's alright..."

At this moment, Brother Fei was lying back in his chair with a bittersweet expression of having narrowly escaped death.

"You flatter me."

Being praised by a patient gave Fang Cheng quite a sense of accomplishment.

So he rubbed his hands together and turned to look at the others.

Looking at them one by one!

"Next, who's up?"

Although Fang Cheng's smile seemed amiable, all the hoodlums felt a creeping sense of horror.

Still, no one spoke up, and no one raised their hand.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, stepping toward the next chosen victim—my mistake, patient.

However, they didn't need to be depressed about it.

As Fang Cheng's technique gradually became more proficient, the later patients actually suffered less hardship.

Bone-setting is a traditional medical art with a long history. Aimed at fractures and dislocations, it can accelerate the recovery of normal bone shape and function.

The main techniques include pushing, pulling, pressing, and holding down.

While busy working, two prompt messages suddenly floated in the air.

[You practiced Bone-setting techniques and successfully mastered a medical-class skill.]

[Skill unlocked: Bone-setting Lv0 (0/100)]

Looking at the light blue light screen that only he could see, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth ticked up slightly.

Having successfully mastered a skill that could be used to treat oneself, how could one not be energized and full of motivation?

He then threw himself into this great work of saving the dying and healing the wounded with even fuller enthusiasm.

This group of hoodlums could be considered lucky tonight.

Their injuries were successively and effectively treated.

Well over half of the groaning people were gone, and they had the energy to chat with each other, even cursing from time to time.

From their conversation, Fang Cheng learned the reason why Brother Fei and the others had ended up in such a miserable state.

It turned out that the underworld in Dongdu had been somewhat turbulent lately.

A newly rising syndicate called the "Red Tiger Gang" was developing at an extraordinary speed, renowned for daring to fight, acting ostentatiously, and being ruthless.

Some long-established major syndicates gave them a wide berth, not daring to confront their vanguard directly.

Even the Viper Gang where Ma Donghe was located had been swallowed up, and he heard that Ma Donghe himself had sustained fairly heavy injuries.

A-Fei and the others were just a small Gang of several dozen people, making a living by attaching themselves to some major Gang.

Usually, they just watched over turf, but tonight they ran into members of the Red Tiger Gang sweeping the turf and were beaten unjustly.

Right now, they were discussing that if the situation looked bad, they would turn traitor on the spot and defect to the Red Tiger Gang.

Working together, Fang Cheng and Master Lin performed Bone-setting, Tuina Massage, and applied orthopedic medicine, treating all dozen or so wounded patients before long.

As these uninvited guests left one after another, the clinic returned to peace and quiet.

The time had long past 22:00.

Fang Cheng didn't go home immediately; instead, he helped clean up and tidy the tables and chairs first.

The shop maintained an old-school style from the 1950s and 60s.

Several pieces of furniture were dark solid wood with a well-handled patina on top.

Right in the middle was a long table carved with dragons and phoenixes, atop which a shrine was enshrined with burning incense and candles.

After Lin Fusheng replenished the incense for the shrine, he prepared to close up and call it a day.

He turned to look at Fang Cheng and explained:

"In our line of work, we often deal with social idlers and lawbreakers."

"A-Cheng, you have good talent. Study hard, worry less about idle matters, and master another skill. You can't go wrong with that."

Fang Cheng nodded sincerely in response.

There was no need for Master Lin to say this; he himself had come to volunteer at Lin Fushengs Orthopedic Clinic with the purpose of mastering medical skills.

Now that he had successfully unlocked the "Bone-setting" skill,

perhaps in the future he could also follow Master Lin to learn other medical arts, such as acupuncture, Tuina Massage, and so on.