573: Chapter 573 Experience Gift Pack, Ma Donghe Who Took the Wrong Medicine

In the evening, Jiuchang Street.

The sky was dyed in a warm tone of orange-red.

The fried rice noodle stalls along the street had long been set up, and the spatulas colliding with the iron pots produced a crisp symphony.

Workers getting off work rode their e-bikes in an endless stream, almost blocking the road.

The entire old street was immersed in the afterglow, and the noise revealed the quiet peace of the marketplace.

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The glass door of Lin Fushens Orthopedic Clinic was pushed open and closed from time to time.

The wind chimes on the door tinkled.

Inside the shop, the strong smell of safflower oil and medicinal wine hit the face, mixed with the smell of pain-relieving plasters, forming a unique "fragrance".

In the small space, it was crowded with bruised and swollen, grinning gangsters from all walks of life.

The noise of quarreling, groaning, and boasting rose one after another.

Wearing presbyopic glasses, Lin Fusheng was giving a patient with a dislocated arm a reset with Focus, his technique steady and seasoned.

Wen Huiyi shuttled through the crowd, serving tea and water, collecting money and dispensing medicine, managing the clinic in an orderly manner.

By the small table in the corner, Wen Xin wore headphones alone, her small body leaning over the table.

Completely undisturbed by the surrounding noise, she listened to songs while lowering her head to concentrate on her homework.

"Hey, I am not boasting to you, this time Dongcheng Association simply rubbed Flying Crane Gang on the ground."

"That scene of attacking the main hall of Flying Crane Gang, that battle formation, tsk tsk, it was just like shooting a movie!"

A gangster with hair dyed yellow sat on the waiting chair, boasting excitedly to the surrounding wounded.

"Cut it out, with your cat-three-legged kung fu, you can still know about those big shots' affairs?"

Next to him, a buddy with a bandage hanging from his arm mercilessly punctured him.

"I don't understand? Could it be that you, this wooden mallet, understand?"

That yellow-haired gangster was like a lit firecracker, suddenly sitting straight up, his face full of the smugness of "everyone is drunk while I alone am sober".

"I tell you, this matter is not as simple as you think, I have insider information!"

Upon hearing the four words "insider information", the surrounding gangsters immediately regained their spirit.

"Brother Fei, your information is well-informed, quickly tell us about it."

"That's right, the underworld of Dongdu has only been quiet for a short time, why did they suddenly start fighting?"

"Yeah Brother Fei, the outside is spreading it like wildfire, what on earth is going on?"

Amidst a chorus of flattery, this yellow-haired gangster called "Brother Fei" cleared his throat and assumed the airs of a storyteller.

He first glanced around, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention for a full few seconds, and then spoke slowly.

"Things are like this, the story has to start from two years ago..."

This yellow-haired gangster was precisely Brother Fei.

Compared to half a year ago, he was obviously fairer and fatter, and it seemed his recent days had been quite nourishing.

But at this moment, his face was bruised black and blue, and his left shoulder was limply sagging, obviously having just "returned in triumph" from a fierce Gang turf war.

"You guys don't know, Chairman Shen of Dongcheng Association has a special hobby: he likes to recruit young and strong muscular men as confidants."

Brother Fei spoke with zest, intentionally holding back a secret:

"He has the Four Great Vajras under him, you guys have heard of them, right?"

"Besides the loyal Brother Le, there is the smiling Buddha who manages money, Iron Fist A-hu who specializes in fighting, and the last one who is also his most valued, known as the number one handsome man of Hualan Street, Liang Kun!"

"This Liang Kun, young and Yingjun, and efficient in handling matters, Chairman Shen likes to take him wherever he goes normally."

"But guess what? That grandson, motherfucker, was an undercover agent sent by Flying Crane Gang!"

"He lurked by Chairman Shen's side for a full two years, just to wait for an opportunity."

"Just a week ago, the opportunity finally came! That grandson Liang Kun spotted the gap when Chairman Shen went out to play, directly called people, intending to ambush and snipe on the road."

"Good fellow, dozens of micro-submachine guns aimed at Chairman Shen's car for a burst of 'da da da' strafing. If it weren't for the bodyguard Brother Le by the Chairman's side protecting him with his life, Chairman Shen would have long been beaten into a sieve!"

The surrounding gangsters listened with a sharp gasp of cold air, as if they were right at the scene of a hail of bullets.

"And then?"

"And then?"

Brother Fei slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly raised a few decibels:

"The exciting part is coming! Chairman Shen was seriously injured and hid in the countryside, so guess who he met?"

After holding back a secret, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Chairman Shen met a true expert and hero."

"I heard that that hero owed Chairman Shen a favor in his early years, and this time, without a second word, he directly made a move!"

"Single-handedly, just one person, he slaughtered into the old nest of Flying Crane Gang overnight!"

"That was truly the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms in the left hand and the One-Finger Zen in the right hand, beating those hall masters and incense masters of Flying Crane Gang until they cried for their fathers and mothers, pissing and shitting themselves, their elite forces almost completely wiped out..."

"Number 17! Who is Number 17?"

Wen Huiyi's crisp voice came from behind the counter, interrupting Brother Fei's words.

"Hey! It's me!"

Brother Fei raised his uninjured right hand high and responded.

Then, without stopping his topic, he continued enthusiastically:

"Then, that hero protected Chairman Shen and fought back to Dongcheng Association, dragging Liang Kun out in front of everyone."

"Liang Kun was so scared that he begged for mercy on the spot, and Chairman Shen didn't even blink his eyes, raising his hand and bringing down his blade with a 'crack' sound, punishing him according to family rules. That was really ruthless!"

"Afterwards, Dongcheng Association purged its internal traitors and turned around to counterattack Flying Crane Gang, fighting with such a force that withered weeds and smashed dry wood, and our Jiangbei territory that was secretly seized by those grandsons of Flying Crane Gang before, all became surnamed Shen now."

Brother Fei spoke with spittle flying everywhere, and the surrounding listeners also had a look of yearning.

It seemed as if they had already seen a wonderful future of eating and drinking spicy food by following a big society like Dongcheng Association.

In these past few days, the Jiangbei underworld, which had been quiet for more than half a year, surged with winds and clouds once again.

Dongcheng Association and Flying Crane Gang went to all-out war, affecting countless small Gangs attached to them below.

The wounded all over the room before their eyes were the direct product of this Jianghu turf war.

Interestingly, these people might have been fighting to the death in the streets and alleys just a moment before.

At this moment, they could share the same room, at most cursing at each other, and no one dared to continue fighting.

Only because after Dongcheng Association achieved complete victory, Chairman Shen released word at the very first moment.

Whoever dared to cause trouble in the old urban area of Jiangbei, especially around Jiuchang Street, would have their limbs broken.

No one dared to doubt the weight of these words.

You must know that Flying Crane Gang was the most ferocious rising society in the Dongdu underworld after Red Tiger Gang.

Now that Dongcheng Association had defeated it in one fell swoop, its momentum was at its peak.

Who would eat bear heart and leopard gallbladder to court this kind of bad luck.

Brother Fei's mouth was dry from talking, and he was about to boast a few more words about his heroic deeds of entering and exiting seven times in this Gang turf war.

Suddenly, he felt his dislocated shoulder being steadily supported, and a pair of warm and powerful hands slowly kneaded along his shoulder joint.

He was right in the middle of talking with high spirits, and his train of thought was interrupted again, so he muttered impatiently:

"Don't bother me, I was just about to say the critical part..."

Before his voice fell, Brother Fei only felt the strength of that pair of hands on his shoulder suddenly sink, and a piercing, aching numbness instantly struck.

"Ouch—"

Brother Fei let out a miserable scream, and when he turned his head to look, he met Fang Cheng's expressionless face.

"Brother- Brother Cheng! Gentler, gentler, can you? It hurts hurts hurts..."

"Don't move around, if the bones are set crookedly, this shop will not be responsible."

Fang Cheng said indifferently.

Hearing this, Brother Fei's whole body instantly stiffened, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers precisely clasping the dislocated joint, and his wrist exerted a slight force.

Only a crisp "crack" sound was heard, and the bones interlocked like mortise and tenon, returning to their places seamlessly.

"All right."

"Eh?"

Brother Fei carefully moved his shoulder and found that it had unexpectedly recovered as before, instantly beaming with joy:

"Brother Cheng, your craftsmanship is truly amazing! Why does my shoulder feel even easier to use than before?"

"You are no longer Hua Tuo alive, you are an immortal descended to earth, specially here to ferry us mortal beings!"

"In my life, I, Fei, have never admired anyone, I only admire your pair of magical hands that bring the dying back to life!"

Various little phrases came out one after another, like rolling waters of the Yangtze River flowing endlessly.

Brother Fei was clearly very clear that the master in front of him cared most about other people's praises for his medical skills.

Fang Cheng withdrew his hand with a calm expression and calmly accepted this flattery.

At the same time, a prompt message quietly emerged before his eyes.

[Bone-setting Experience + 3]

Although the experience was not much, mosquito legs are meat no matter how small.

Medical skills, this kind of thing, are not like practicing fist techniques where you can just hide and practice quietly by yourself.

It is like those crazy scientists doing human experiment projects.

It requires a large number of "victims", oh no, "patients" to provide practice opportunities.

A few days ago, Fang Cheng even complained to Uncle Lin that the shop's business was light.

Unexpectedly, the turf war between Dongcheng Association and Flying Crane Gang affected the old urban area of Jiangbei.

Because Lin Fushens Orthopedic Clinic was already renowned in the underworld.

The little gangsters nearby got injured and all ran to Uncle Lin's place.

The two major Gangs just like this directly sent him such a big "experience pack".

Truly, Jianghu has warmth everywhere, and the human world naturally has true affection.

Although he was so busy right now that he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, he farmed a wave of experience fiercely, so it was worth it.

Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, looking at the skill interface.

[Bone-setting Lv1 (83/250)]

[Acupoint Striking Lv0 (51/100)]

[Tuina Massage Lv0 (79/100)]

Looking at the progress bar on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly with satisfaction.

These three skills had no movement for a long time, but now they all increased by a large margin.

Once these skills are fully upgraded, they can all be fused into the Qigong skill.

It can not only accelerate the improvement of the Qigong Realm, but also further enhance the Domain capability of the "Hunyuan True Domain"...

"Ah—Save me—"

Just as Fang Cheng was daydreaming, a miserable scream even more shrill than Brother Fei's just now suddenly came from the inner massage room.

Listening to it sounded just like slaughtering a pig.

The main hall instantly went silent, and everyone looked towards the inner room.

Master Lin raised his eyes and shook his head helplessly, seeming to be long used to this.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Huiyi quickly put down the work in her hand and ran briskly into the massage room.

Fang Cheng was also a bit curious and followed her inside.

I saw on the massage bed in the inner room, a gangster was lying there with a mournful face.

And another burly man whose figure was like a big bear was bare-chested, using his sand-bowl-sized fists to "massage" on the gangster's back.

The burly man had a ferocious over-the-shoulder dragon tattoo on his body, with a fierce and menacing appearance; he was precisely Ma Donghe.

"Brother Donghe, what are you...?"

Wen Huiyi looked at this comical yet terrifying scene before her, feeling somewhat between laughter and tears.

"It's nothing, nothing,"

Ma Donghe waved his hand quickly and explained with an honest smile:

"Aren't I helping him promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis? This kid's back is blocked, so I have to use some force to push it open."

Hearing this, the gangster on the bed was aggrieved almost to tears, but he didn't dare to retort, and could only look at everyone with pleading eyes.

"Let me do it."

Fang Cheng really couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The patient suffering pain was a minor matter, but ruining his ready-made experience babies was a major matter.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

Hearing this, Ma Donghe shook his head quickly like a bear guarding its food:

"I feel like I've grasped a little knack, really! Let me try a few more times, and I will definitely let this brother enjoy my craftsmanship."

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't know what wrong medicine this guy had taken.

This morning he called over, heard that he was helping at the clinic, and immediately ran over, shamelessly wanting to learn craftsmanship from Master Lin.

In his words, learning some skills to save lives and treat diseases could also add extra points when participating in the re-examination of the Special Investigation Team later.

Fang Cheng looked at his serious, foolish look and didn't persist further.

Wen Huiyi walked over quickly, first glared at Ma Donghe in annoyance, and reproached:

"What do you call this Tuina Massage? You have no sense of proportion in your hands; don't just Focus on tossing others around and exhaust yourself first."

"Come, I'll teach you."

Saying this, she took out a tissue from her pocket and gently helped Ma Donghe wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Ma Donghe was stunned by this sudden move, his fierce and menacing face instantly turned red, and even his speech became somewhat stuttering:

"I... I didn't use force, really..."

Wen Huiyi ignored his defense, talking to herself about the essential points of Tuina Massage techniques, while her eyes carried a hint of tenderness that even she herself hadn't noticed.

Fang Cheng saw it in his eyes and didn't speak out to expose it.

Although he didn't know when the relationship between the two became so close, he was also happy to see it happen.

Wen Huiyi's life was too bitter; if she could find a man who treated her sincerely, it could be considered a bitter end turning into sweetness.

Although Ma Donghe had mixed in the underworld and looked rough on the outside, his essence was not bad, and to his core, he was a down-to-earth person who valued loyalty.

If the two of them could eventually walk together, it would also be considered a good fate.

It's just that he didn't know if the child Wen Xin could accept this "bear uncle".

The clamor inside the clinic remained as before.

After Brother Fei's shoulder was set, he ran to the front of the counter and paid Wen Huiyi with a fawning expression.

"Young Miss Wen, this is the medicine fee, please keep it well."

Wen Huiyi took the money, neatly gave change, and took out two plasters from the medicine cabinet to hand to him, carefully instructing:

"Go back and apply them on time, don't fight with people again these few days."

"Eh, alright! Thank you, Young Miss Wen!"

Brother Fei nodded repeatedly, and turned his head to shout a sentence in Fang Cheng's direction:

"Brother Cheng, I'll be leaving first, you go ahead and get busy!"

Saying that, he took a few younger brothers and walked away arm in arm.

In the clinic, the four of them continued to perform their respective duties.

Wearing presbyopic glasses, Lin Fusheng debrided and sutured a knife-wound patient.

Fang Cheng took over the next patient with a dislocated joint, and his technique became increasingly proficient.

Ma Donghe in the inner room seemed to have learned his lesson, and his strength was much lighter.

Although it still made the patient hum and haw, it was finally no longer a pig-slaughtering scream.

Wen Huiyi had to be responsible for registration and collecting money, and also had to comfort the emotions of the waiting wounded, being so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground.

Even after Wen Xin finished her homework, she obediently ran over, using her small hands to hand a towel and pour a cup of water for her mom, like a little adult.

Unconsciously, the sky turned completely dark.

The clamor on the street gradually subsided, and the guests inside the clinic became fewer and fewer.

When the last wounded person left with profuse thanks, the clinic, which had been tense for a whole evening, finally quieted down completely.

Lin Fusheng took off his presbyopic glasses and rubbed his brow tiredly.

Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe helped pack up the instruments and clean up.

Wen Huiyi finished counting today's accounts, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

"Uncle Lin, Fang Cheng, we are heading back first."

Wen Huiyi packed up her things, held Wen Xin's hand, and smiled as she greeted them.

"I'll see you off!"

Ma Donghe immediately dropped the mop in his hand and eagerly approached: "It's not safe for women to walk the night road."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng had a speechless expression.

From the clinic to the Tubular Building where they lived, the straight-line distance was no more than one hundred meters.

Even if taking a walk, it took half a minute to walk there, what was unsafe about this?

Wen Huiyi blushed, politely refused, and pulled Wen Xin to leave quickly.

Ma Donghe stood at the doorway, looking at the backs of the mother and daughter, his face full of lingering reluctance, living like a large Golden Retriever abandoned by its master.

Fang Cheng washed his hands, took off his white coat, and prepared to leave as well.

"A-Cheng, wait."

Ma Donghe suddenly called out to him, the silly smile on his face subsiding, his expression becoming a bit more serious:

"My old man has an important matter he wants to discuss with you. The time is still early, let's find a barbecue stall and sit down to chat?"

Fang Cheng turned around and looked at him somewhat surprised.