Start with push-ups to gain experience

Afternoon, Xishan Cuigu Sanatorium.

Bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, shimmering patterns on the cashmere carpet of Suite 103 in the protected area.

Fang Cheng stood beside the physiotherapy bed, giving the bedridden elderly a back massage.

He clasped his hands together, with the heels of his palms pressed against the erector spinae muscles on both sides of his lumbar spine.

Holding your breath and concentrating, you apply slight force with your fingertips and slowly push downwards using a specific high-frequency vibration technique.

A wisp of gentle true energy flowed silently into the old man's body through the Laogong acupoint.

A healthy blush quickly rose to the skin beneath Fang Cheng's palm, and a faint wisp of steam rose from the surface as sweat evaporated.

The deep muscle groups, which were originally as hard as stone, softened and stretched like ice and snow melting under the dual effects of true qi and physical vibration.

The cold, dampness, and toxins accumulated in the fascia gaps are constantly forced out by this penetrating energy.

After completing the final pressing motion, Fang Cheng gathered his inner energy and withdrew his hands.

"Mr. Gu, today's treatment is over."

He turned around and walked to the washbasin next to him, turned on the tap and washed his hands.

slam-la-

The sound of running water was very clear in the quiet room.

Gu Weiping braced himself on the mattress with both hands, and with a sudden burst of strength in his waist, he nimbly flipped himself up and sat up.

"Wow, that's really strange!"

He twisted his waist, then raised his legs and kicked twice, his face full of disbelief.

"It doesn't hurt at all anymore, and even that sore, heavy feeling is gone."

"Xiao Fang, your skills are amazing! A few days ago, my back was sore from turning over, but now it feels like I've lifted a hundred pounds off my back."

Gu Weiping touched his lower back and exclaimed in admiration.

Instead of feeling the usual pricking pain, I felt a continuous stream of heat emanating from the muscles in my lower back.

He now felt as if he had become twenty years younger, with inexhaustible energy, and couldn't wait to try out a set of military boxing to see the effects.

Just then, a rhythmic "bang, bang" sound came faintly from outside the window, mixed with a few shouts from running.

It was on the open-air basketball court at the sanatorium, where a team was playing basketball.

Gu Weiping's ears twitched, and he turned to look out the window, his eyes immediately lighting up.

"It's been a long time since I played basketball."

He slapped his thighs, stood up, and walked out:

"Xiao Fang, are you free? Come with this old man to the court to stretch your muscles. I'm determined to shoot a few three-pointers today!"

"Sir, you absolutely mustn't!"

The middle-aged assistant standing by the door was startled and quickly rushed forward.

He spread his arms to block Gu Weiping, cold sweat beading on his forehead:

"Your back has only just started to heal, and Dean Wang has repeatedly warned you not to do any strenuous exercise. If you go to play ball and something goes wrong, we can't afford to take responsibility."

"Go away, go away, why are you so nervous? I know my own body best."

Gu Weiping waved his hand impatiently, about to push aside the assistant blocking his way.

"Mr. Gu, haste makes waste."

Fang Cheng grabbed a dry towel to wipe the water off his hands and spoke up to dissuade him at the right moment:

"Your lumbar muscles have just been forcibly loosened and are in the process of rebuilding their elasticity."

"You need to rest more in the next few days to ensure that your soft tissues fully absorb blood and energy. Going into strenuous exercise now could easily cause a second strain on your deep muscles, which would be counterproductive."

Upon hearing this, Gu Weiping showed regret, but ultimately he obediently stopped.

He turned his head, looked at Fang Cheng who was putting away the towels, and raised his voice:

"Xiao Fang, don't let my old age fool you. Back in the army, I was a well-known starting point guard."

“As soon as I step onto the field, the female soldiers from the cultural troupe on the sidelines can shout themselves hoarse. Based on my looks and physique when I was young, I was definitely no less popular than you are now.”

Fang Cheng hung the towel back on the rack, a smile appearing on his lips:
“You are in great spirits now, and I think you are just as energetic as you were back then.”

"Haha, you're so good with words."

Gu Weiping laughed loudly, walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up his teacup, and took a sip to moisten his throat.

He then looked Fang Cheng up and down, and the more he looked at him, the more pleasing the young man seemed to him.

"By the way, we've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know about your family situation. Judging from your accent, you don't seem to be a local from Dongdu?"

Fang Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, casually replying:

“I am originally from Qinghe City, Jiangnan Province. I lived in the countryside with my maternal grandfather when I was young, and later went to Dongdu to study.”

Gu Weiping paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
"Qinghe City? Then we are fellow townsmen! I am from Pingjiang County, which is under the jurisdiction of Qinghe City. I left home to join the army when I was eighteen."

"After wandering around for most of my life, I never expected to run into someone from my hometown in this sanatorium."

He put down his teacup, leaned forward, and closed the distance between them:

"Is your grandfather still in your hometown? How is his health?"

“He was diagnosed with stomach cancer a while ago. It couldn’t be cured in his hometown, so my mother brought him to Dongdu for surgery.”

Fang Cheng stated calmly:

"Fortunately, it was discovered not too late, the surgery was successful, and he is now recuperating at home."

Upon hearing the words "stomach cancer," Gu Weiping's gray eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed.

“This is a serious illness. The old man has suffered a lot. It wasn’t easy for your mother to bring him to Dongdu for medical treatment.”

The old man paused briefly, his tone becoming very serious:
"The most frightening thing about cancer is recurrence and metastasis."

“Since we are from the same hometown, this is a rare connection. If the old man’s condition relapses or he needs a follow-up examination in the future, just tell my assistant.”

“I will arrange for you to go to the General Hospital of the Military Region. There is a medical team there that treats high-ranking leaders. The equipment and experts there are the best in the country.”

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

He knew that this level of medical resources couldn't be bought anywhere else, no matter how much money you spent.

"Then thank you very much, Elder Gu."

Fang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony and nodded slightly to accept the favor.

Seeing his composed and dignified demeanor, Gu Weiping admired him even more and couldn't help but inquire about his private affairs:
"Xiao Fang, how old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I have an old comrade-in-arms' granddaughter who just returned from studying abroad. She's beautiful and highly educated. I'll organize a get-together sometime so you young people can get to know her."

"Mr. Gu, I've been busy with work and taking care of my family lately, so I don't have any plans in that regard for the time being."

Fang Cheng chuckled, picked up the first-aid kit beside him, stood up, and changed the subject:
"Your back injury is a chronic strain condition. Although your meridians have been unblocked now, you need to have two more massages to fully stabilize it. Remember not to get cold these few days, and even if you feel completely better, you cannot lift heavy objects."

Seeing Fang Cheng's resolute attitude, Gu Weiping didn't want to force him, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Just before leaving, Gu Weiping called him back, his tone casual yet brimming with confidence:
"Xiao Fang, do your job well at the sanatorium. If you encounter any difficulties at work or any troubles at home in the future, come to me anytime."

"Although I have retired, my son is now a high-ranking official. He can solve most of the problems in Xia Kingdom for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Gu. Please wait a moment." Fang Cheng replied politely, then pushed open the door and walked out of the suite.

The door closed gently behind him, shutting out the sounds inside.

The corridor was very quiet, with only a gentle breeze from the vents brushing against my face.

Fang Cheng took a step forward and walked along the corridor.

With a slight thought, a pale blue light screen, visible only to him, quietly appeared before his eyes:

[You have completed a deep body massage therapy session, massage experience +5]

【Massage lv1 (49/250)】

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.

It seems that today's combination of Qi therapy was quite effective, and I gained a lot more experience than with simple massage.

Then, on a whim, he switched back to the skills interface.

His gaze swept over the numerous skills, finally settling on the [Massage] category.

Following this skill, a suffix with a faint, shimmering light appeared.

This is the enhancement reward I received a few days ago when my massage skill was upgraded from beginner to expert level—the skill effect [Hand of Rejuvenation].

Fang Cheng kept walking, carefully examining the description of the new special effects.

[The Hands of Rejuvenation: During massage, high-frequency vibration and precise pressure are used to forcefully clear blockages, prompting damaged muscles and deep fascia to quickly expel toxins and regain vitality and a healthy state in a short time.]

After reading this description and combining it with his experience of applying it to Elder Gu, a flash of understanding appeared in Fang Cheng's eyes.

This is probably a way of "awakening the body".

He had read many modern medical books in the library and learned about the working mechanism of human muscles and the circulatory system.

From a scientific perspective, the process of pressing with the palm actually creates a bio-pumping effect in the target muscle group through micro-vibrations and force penetration at a specific frequency.

Ultimately, it drains the localized lactic acid and inflammation, forcibly activates the cells, and restores damaged or weakened soft tissues to a healthy state in a short time.

Simply put, it promotes blood circulation and unblocks the meridians.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but think of the special effect of the bone-setting skill—"temporary solidification".

This special effect is for hard bones.

When a fracture occurs, it can forcibly lock the damaged bone structure, allowing a person to support their body and maintain normal mobility at critical moments.

The "Rejuvenating Hand" targets soft tissue.

It is responsible for bringing weak, stiff, or even torn muscles back to life, restoring their ability to contract and burst with blood.

The two can be said to be perfectly complementary and mutually reinforcing.

Fang Cheng raised his right hand, slowly clenching his five fingers into a fist, feeling the pull between the muscles of his fingertips and palm.

When I treated Old Master Gu just now, he had completely mastered the intricacies of this technique.

Not only that, Fang Cheng also made a bold attempt, infusing his own true energy into it.

The intervention of true qi made the "Hand of Rejuvenation" work immediately, resulting in a qualitative leap.

What was originally just physical processes like detoxification and massage, under the catalysis of Qi, penetrates directly into the cellular level, transforming into a powerful enhancement similar to "potential activation".

Of course, this is not the same as "potential activation" which can bring you back to full health.

The Rejuvenating Hand has no cooldown time; it is a forced reset and repair of a localized area of ​​the body.

If a comparison had to be made, Fang Cheng felt that the "Hand of Rejuvenation" was more like the healing technique "Palm Immortal Technique" from a certain anime.

However, in the anime, the power of chakra is used to heal internal and external injuries.

My own method involves using internal energy in conjunction with massage techniques to repair damaged body cells and restore vitality.

Fang Cheng released his fist, his thoughts gradually drifting.

In routine medical practice, this special effect can instantly restore some muscle sensation in paralyzed patients, or give patients with severe overuse injuries a chance to recover.

In actual combat, its value is immeasurable.

Imagine what would happen after an extreme battle.

The body's muscles spasm violently due to exhaustion, and even large areas of muscle fiber tearing occur, making it impossible to clench a fist.

At this point, simply using the "Hand of Rejuvenation" on yourself, combined with the infusion of true energy, can instantly clear away all negative statuses, allowing fatigued muscles to unleash 100% or even beyond their limits of power.

Alternatively, if a limb suffers a blunt force injury, resulting in severe bruising and internal bleeding, this technique can be used to quickly reduce swelling and bruising, stabilize the injury, and maintain the patient's fighting ability.

Currently, this ability does not yet exhibit the same miraculous effects as those seen in anime.

However, as the skill level increases, the amount of true qi stored in the body becomes more and more abundant, and the effects will only become more and more amazing in the future.

With such life-saving and endurance skills by his side, he felt much more confident in the future, whether he was rescuing others or fighting enemies.

Adding to this his superhuman physical attributes is equivalent to giving him a more durable and resilient fighting machine that can adjust its condition at any time.

Fang Cheng's gaze shifted slightly, and the pale blue panel vanished into thin air with a thought.

Then he turned around, facing the sunlight streaming in from the end of the corridor, and continued walking forward.

Pushing open the door to the "Traditional Medicine Rehabilitation Department" office, a faint aroma of mugwort wafts out.

Next to the water dispenser in the corner, a stainless steel kettle was making a series of boiling sounds, with white steam bubbling and jumping up and down against the lid.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds was cut into several parallel beams, falling precisely on the desk opposite.

Lin Yue slumped against his workstation, holding an enamel mug with the sanatorium's red cross logo in his hand, tilting his head back and yawning.

Hearing the door open, he turned his swivel chair around and saw Fang Cheng enter. He immediately sat up straight.

"Brother Fang, are you taking tomorrow off?"

Lin Yue put down his teacup and casually picked up the scattered medical records on the table and tidied them up.

Fang Cheng walked to his desk, opened a drawer, put the item he was carrying inside, and nodded in response:
"Yes, I plan to take a long vacation over the weekend and rest for a few days."

Lin Yue sighed, raised his hand to rub his aching neck, and couldn't help but complain:
"Sigh, the hospital has been assigning us so much work lately. The special search team keeps sending in waves of wounded patients, and our department is working non-stop as well."

"Thanks to you, you handled those tricky fractures and dislocations so efficiently and effectively, relieving a lot of the pressure. Otherwise, my bones would have fallen apart."

Fang Cheng pulled out a chair, sat down, unscrewed the thermos on the table, took a sip of warm water, and smiled:
"Brother Lin, you've been working hard lately. There haven't been any new critically ill patients brought in these past two days, so you can finally catch your breath a little."

Lin Yue crossed his arms behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and asked curiously:

"What are your plans for your few days off? Going on a trip?"

"I'll go straight home to pack my luggage after get off work this afternoon."

Fang Cheng put down his water glass and looked out the window at the clear blue sky:

"I promised my sister that I would take her to the beach for a vacation during the summer vacation to relax."

"Go to the beach? Sure, young people should go out and explore more."

Lin Yue chuckled and pressed, "Have you decided where to go yet?"

"Yong'an Island".

Fang Cheng calmly uttered three words. (End of Chapter)