97: Chapter 97 The Skill of Hand Healing

Chapter 97 Skills for Hands-on Treatment (3000 words, asking for subscription)

Jiuchang Street, Lin Fusheng's Orthopedic Clinic.

The air was filled with the unique aroma of essential oils and the pungent scent of medicinal wine.

A series of comfortable humming and groaning sounds came from the inner Tuina Massage room.

"Master Lin, your craftsmanship is really good, ten times better than the old man at my home..."

Ma Donghe lay on the back-rubbing bed, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the Tuina Massage service.

His exposed back muscles were broad and thick, and his tattoos were ferocious.

On top of them were strikingly old scars as well as newly added bruises.

Hearing this, Lin Fusheng shook his head and smiled, saying,

"Teacher Ma is a well-known martial arts master, an artisan like me cannot compare with him."

Ma Donghe slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and did not respond to this sentence.

Others might not know the background of Master Lin, but he was crystal clear about it in his heart.

Lin Fusheng was an important leader and gold-medal hitman of the once-thriving Lianqing Gang seventeen years ago.

Having mixed in the underworld for so long, he had countless enemies, and the human lives he had stained were equally countless.

Later, he washed his hands in a golden basin and opened a small orthopedic clinic here, yet he remained safe and sound up to this day.

Therefore, could such a guy be an ordinary artisan?

Just as the two were talking, a burst of shouting suddenly came from outside.

It seemed that business had come knocking again.

Soon, a young man was seen lifting the cloth curtain and walking straight in.

Ma Donghe raised his head to look, pleasantly surprised:

"A-Cheng, did you also come to find Master Lin for Tuina Massage and bone-loosening?"

Fang Cheng fixed his gaze for a look and smiled:

"I am not looking for someone to loosen bones, but helping someone else loosen bones."

Ma Donghe did not understand the meaning of this sentence, but when he saw the woman standing behind him, his eyes could not help but light up:

"Who is this Young Miss?"

"She is a neighbor of mine living in the same building, she just moved here not long ago, her name is Wen Huiyi, and she wants to find a job here."

Fang Cheng briefly introduced her, and then looked at Lin Fusheng, who was massaging Ma Donghe's back.

"Master Lin, I have something I want to tell you."

Hearing this, Lin Fusheng raised his head.

Seeing that Fang Cheng's expression appeared somewhat serious, he wiped his hands with a towel and walked outside with him.

"It is like this..."

The two deliberately stood at the entrance of the clinic.

Fang Cheng talked about Wen Huiyi's family background and did not hide the matter of her taking drugs.

Lin Fusheng listened silently, sighed, and finally nodded in agreement:

"Let her stay and try, but my situation here is a bit special, she might not be able to persevere."

Perhaps because the Jianghu had been a bit uneasy recently, the clinic's Tuina Massage and Bone-setting business was particularly good.

He always muttered about recruiting people, but was unwilling to offer high wages.

Furthermore, this job was a technical job, making it even harder to recruit qualified personnel.

As for Fang Cheng, the quasi-apprentice, he only came once every three days, and could not help at all.

While speaking, two yellow-haired youths with bruised and swollen Faces supported each other and came to the door seeking medical treatment.

Lin Fusheng quickly stepped forward to greet them and inquired about their injuries.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Fang Cheng prepared to tell Wen Xin's mother this good news.

He lifted the cloth curtain and walked into the Tuina Massage room.

However, he found that Ma Donghe and Wen Huiyi were looking at each other in dismay, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Seeing Fang Cheng return, Ma Donghe quickly took the initiative to explain:

"I suffered some skin trauma yesterday, so I came to find Master Lin to help take a look."

Fang Cheng nodded, and then greeted him with great concern:

"Donghe, Master Lin still has guests to entertain outside, why do you not let me help you with Tuina Massage?"

"Ah?!"

Hearing this, Ma Donghe was stunned for a moment, then flatly declined: "Forget it, I feel like my injuries have almost recovered now."

"Please rest assured, my craftsmanship was personally taught by Master Lin, and the blue is out of the indigo."

Although Fang Cheng was boasting and giving guarantees, Ma Donghe shook his head repeatedly, his attitude extremely resolute.

It was not that he was not giving Face.

The key was that Fang Cheng's hand strength was terrifying; using a little force would probably dismantle his bones.

"Let me do it, I learned a little Tuina Massage technique before."

A soft and gentle voice sounded, and Wen Huiyi then walked to the sink to wash her hands, applying essential oil very deftly.

"How embarrassing is this?"

Ma Donghe said coyly, but obediently lay down as told.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to give up crestfallenly; he could not force guests to accept his service, could he?

So he talked to Wen Huiyi about the successful hiring, encouraged her to work hard in the future, and walked out of the Tuina Massage room.

When he came to the main hall.

He saw Master Lin treating a punk who seemed to have been bludgeoned, causing half of his body to be paralyzed.

However, the treatment method appeared somewhat weird.

He saw him continuously rubbing with his thumb, poking with his index finger, and pointing with his middle finger at several positions on the patient's waist and back.

It looked just like performing the legendary Acupoint Striking technique.

And the muscles of that nearly paralyzed punk twitched slightly, gradually having some reaction.

"Acupoint Striking therapy?"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, watching intently without blinking.

He had also seen Master Lin use it once before, but at that time he was busy practicing the Bone-setting technique and did not observe carefully.

Now that the skill slot was empty, Fang Cheng wanted to learn some new skills.

Especially inspired by the Awakening of language talent.

He could consider learning a few medical skills that did not require borrowing instruments and equipment, but could be cast solely with his hands, thereby synthesizing a healing-type talent.

Since there was temporarily no practice object for "Tuina Massage", learning "Acupoint Striking" first was also not bad.

Seeing Fang Cheng open his mouth to ask for guidance, Master Lin did not hold back his secrets, explaining with examples while poking and pointing at the patient's Acupoints.

The so-called "Acupoint Striking therapy" was actually not as magical as imagined.

It was simply a medical method similar to Tuina Massage and physical therapy.

Its principle was similar to acupuncture, applied to appropriate Acupoints on the patient's body surface, replacing needles with fingers to conduct different technique stimulation such as pressing, kneading, pinching, poking, and pounding.

Through the action of Meridians to keep the Qi and blood in the body unimpeded, thereby prompting the bodily functions that had developed disorders to return to normal.

The difference from Tuina Massage was that one acted on large muscles, skin, and bones, while the other fell on certain specific focal positions.

Fang Cheng listened and nodded repeatedly.

He did not care whether "Acupoint Striking" was really as magical as the legends of the Martial Forest.

After rising to max level, even the most ordinary skill would become extraordinary.

According to Master Lin, to learn this craftsmanship, besides mastering the technique skills, the most important thing was to memorize the human body's Meridian routes and accurately locate the acupoint positions.

Exactly this point was the simplest for Fang Cheng.

He carefully glanced a few times at the human acupuncture point model standing aside.

He basically remembered the knowledge about Meridian circulation and Acupoints distribution quite well.

With not a single mistake, taking everything in at a glance!

As for actual drills.

Taking the opportunity of a new guest arriving, Fang Cheng immediately took over Master Lin's work and very enthusiastically served this yellow-haired patient.

While reciting the Eight Methods of Acupoint Striking, he followed the positions where Master Lin had previously placed his fingers, fiercely pointing and rubbing.

"Pointing and pointing again is called pointing, like a sparrow pecking."

"Hisss—"

Perhaps due to the relatively large hand strength, it actually made this yellow-haired patient feel some pain.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and continued to increase the strength of his fingertips.

"Pointing without moving is called pressing, strength penetrating through the acupoint."

"Oh—"

The yellow-haired patient could not help letting out a slightly sore-yet-refreshing groan.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, and as he placed his fingers down, he had some realization.

Acupoint Striking focused on techniques; with exquisite techniques, the effect was good.

With every press, knead, and rub, not only did the technique become increasingly proficient, but he also gradually sensed the faintly flowing or blocked Qi in the patient's skin.

"Pointing and flicking it is called flicking, applied to the tendons."

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, his index and middle fingers accurately thrust out, poking and flicking the tendon channels connected to the Acupoints.

The yellow-haired patient's paralyzed and stiff body instantly moved like an electric shock, reflexively twitching.

"Hey!"

He was immediately pleasantly surprised and praised repeatedly:

"Brother, your craftsmanship is not bad, not much worse than Master Lin."

"You flatter me."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and continued to perform Acupoint Striking therapy to increase proficiency.

Suddenly, several shining prompt messages appeared before his eyes.

[You practiced craftsmanship, gained initial comprehension, and successfully mastered a medical-type skill]

[Unlocked skill: Acupoint Striking lv0 (0/100)]

Being able to get started and enter the door so quickly, Fang Cheng did not feel surprised.

Because this was entirely thanks to the powerful perception and memory abilities brought by over 30 points of mental attribute.

Perhaps in the future, when adding points, he could consider raising the importance of the mental attribute to a position second only to Physique.

Just like that, Fang Cheng soaked in Lin Fusheng's Orthopedic Clinic, wholeheartedly devoted to the work of saving the dying and healing the wounded.

He not only successfully unlocked the "Acupoint Striking" skill, but subsequently also unlocked the "Tuina Massage" skill as he wished.

After enjoying a Tuina Massage service from Wen Huiyi, Ma Donghe wandered around in high spirits.

As if he had taken the wrong medicine, he unexpectedly learned from Fang Cheng and started doing voluntary odd jobs.

Until past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Patients gradually decreased, and the clinic became slightly desolate.

Wen Huiyi had also begun to adapt to the environment, and her work attitude and ability seemed pretty good so far.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's gaze abruptly swept over the harvest from acting as a volunteer worker this time.

[Bone-setting lv0 (33/100)]

[Acupoint Striking lv0 (12/100)]

[Tuina Massage lv0 (9/100)]

Then he stood up, greeted Master Lin, bid farewell, and left the place.

"A-Cheng, wait."

Ma Donghe followed closely behind and also walked out.

Then, he leaned close to Fang Cheng's side, covering his mouth and whispering quietly:

"Those two guys have been locked up by me in the secret base since last night, how do you plan to deal with them?"

Today, he specifically ran to Jiuchang Street, besides looking for Master Lin for Tuina Massage to treat his injuries, it was also to ask for Fang Cheng's opinion on this matter.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng considered for a moment, and then said:

"I will go see them and prepare to interrogate them personally."

"Go over now?"

Ma Donghe asked.

"Go to the supermarket first, today is Sunday, there is a discount event."

"Uh..."

Hearing Fang Cheng's reply, Ma Donghe could not help being stunned for a moment, then nodded:

"Alright, I will call Yingjun and ask him to drive and pick us up."

"Use my number to call."

Fang Cheng took out his mobile phone from his messenger bag and handed it over.

The two walked out of Lin Fusheng's Orthopedic Clinic and slowly walked toward the direction of the street intersection.

And just not far away.

In a rather inconspicuous van parked in a corner of the street.

Several pairs of eyes stared firmly through the car windows at their departing figures.