Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1178 - 572:

Spit flew from Brother Fei's mouth as he talked animatedly, while the people around him gazed with longing expressions.

It looked like they were already picturing a bright tomorrow, trailing after a powerful group such as the East City Association, indulging in fine meals and beverages.

Over the past few days, the streets of Jiangbei, silent for more than six months, had burst into chaos once more, like a raging tempest.

The East City Association and the Flying Crane Gang were locked in all-out battle, dragging in innumerable minor crews tied to their sides.

The chamber packed with injured folks right in front of them stemmed straight from this fierce confrontation.

Curiously, these same individuals might have been battling fiercely in narrow lanes just moments ago,

Yet now they shared the same space peacefully, trading barbs at worst, without anyone bold enough to strike.

This was all because, after the East City Association claimed total triumph, Chairman Shen swiftly released a declaration.

Anyone foolish enough to stir up problems in the Jiangbei Old City area, particularly near Old Factory Street, would get their arms and legs snapped.

Nobody had the guts to question the seriousness behind those threats.

After all, the Flying Crane Gang ranked as the most savage rising force on the East Capital scene since the fall of the Red Tiger Gang.

With the East City Association crushing them in one swift move, they had now seized the spotlight.

What idiot would possess the nerve and stupidity to test them?

Brother Fei's throat grew parched from all the chatter, and he geared up to recount a couple more stories of his heroic exploits amid the turf war.

All at once, he sensed his twisted shoulder being firmly held by reliable palms,

Warm, powerful palms that started to gently massage along the shoulder socket.

He kept rambling on, but his focus broke once more, prompting a touch of annoyed muttering:

"Hey, stop messing around, I'm in the middle of something crucial..."

His words cut off abruptly as Brother Fei experienced the pressure on his shoulder intensifying, a piercing sting shooting through him right away.

"Ouch—"

Brother Fei cried out in pain, whipping around to meet the blank stare of Fang Cheng.

"Brother Cheng! Go easy, alright? It stings, stings, stings..."

"Stay still. If the joint slips back wrong, the clinic won't cover it."

Fang Cheng replied steadily,

Brother Fei went rigid on the spot, scarcely daring to inhale deeply.

Fang Cheng's eyes sharpened a bit, his fingers clamping down exactly on the shifted joint, then twisting his wrist with controlled force.

With a sharp "crack," the bone slotted in like a perfect puzzle piece, locking securely.

"All set."

As Fang Cheng wrapped up, he pulled his hand away nonchalantly.

"Eh?"

Brother Fei tested his shoulder gingerly, discovering it felt remarkably restored, and his features brightened instantly:

"Brother Cheng, your technique is incredible! My shoulder's in better shape than ever."

"You're not merely Hua Tuo come back to life; you're a heavenly being here to help us ordinary folks!"

"I've never bowed to anyone in my days, except for your miraculous touch!"

Praise poured from him endlessly, like a ceaseless stream.

Brother Fei understood well that this senior prized compliments on his healing prowess most of all.

Fang Cheng took the adulation in stride, remaining composed.

At the same time, a notification appeared quietly in his view.

[Bone Setting Experience +3]

Fang Cheng's mind shifted a touch.

The gain was modest, but every bit counted.

Unlike punching drills that one could do in secret without fuss,

These healing arts resembled the work of wild researchers testing on live subjects.

They demanded plenty of "guinea pigs," er, "patients" to offer chances for honing.

A couple of days back, Fang Cheng had griped to Uncle Lin about the clinic's slow traffic.

Who knew the showdown between the East City Association and the Flying Crane Gang would spill into Jiangbei Old City.

Lin Fusheng’s Clinic held a solid reputation among the street toughs.

Every time the neighborhood rowdies took a beating, they headed straight for Uncle Lin's spot.

The rival factions had essentially handed him this massive "experience bundle."

In the Martial World, kindness abounds, and bonds run deep among its members.

Though he was swamped without a moment to sip water, the surge in experience made the hustle pay off.

Fang Cheng's eyes gleamed as he checked the skill display.

[Bone Setting lv1 (82/250)]

[Acupoint Stimulation lv0 (49/100)]

[Tui Na lv0 (75/100)]

Observing the advancing bars on the screen, Fang Cheng gave a small nod of approval.

These three abilities, stagnant for ages, had jumped ahead notably that day.

Upon leveling up, they could merge into the Qi Gong Skill.

Not just accelerating the Qi Gong progression but also boosting the "Mixed Element True Domain" power even more...

"Ah—help—"

While Fang Cheng mused, a shriek even more agonized than Brother Fei's prior one rang out from the inner massage area, sounding like a hog in its death throes.

The front room fell silent at once, all eyes turning toward the back.

Master Lin raised his gaze, sighing in resignation, as though this was a familiar occurrence.

"What's going on?"

Wen Huixi dropped her tasks hurriedly and dashed into the massage room.

Fang Cheng's interest piqued too, so he trailed after her.

In the room, a gangster sprawled on the massage table with a grim expression.

Meanwhile, a burly fellow the size of a bear wielded his massive, pot-like fists to "rub" the gangster's spine.

The burly guy sported a snarling dragon ink across his back, giving off a intimidating vibe, and it was none other than Ma Donghe.

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

Wen Huixi stared at the absurd and alarming display, torn between laughter and exasperation.

"It's fine,"

Ma Donghe dismissed it with a quick gesture, offering a straightforward grin as he clarified:

"I'm merely getting his circulation going, breaking up the jams. His back was jammed up, so it takes some power to loosen it."

The gangster on the table caught that, on the verge of tears but too scared to argue, merely shooting desperate glances at the group.

"Allow me to handle it."

Fang Cheng decided he couldn't stand by any longer.