Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1179 - 572-3:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
The discomfort felt by the patient is slight; destroying your own valuable learning chance is serious.
"No, no, no!"
After listening to those words, Ma Donghe shook his head fiercely, just like a bear defending its meal, and responded:
"I think I’ve already picked up a small technique, honestly! Allow me a couple more attempts, and I’ll surely make this fellow relish my abilities."
Fang Cheng’s lips curved faintly.
He had no clue what odd elixir this fellow had swallowed.
Earlier today, he phoned and learned I was assisting at the clinic, so he rushed right over, determined to pick up techniques from Master Lin.
As he explained, acquiring some healing methods to aid folks might boost his score in the coming Special Search Team exam.
Fang Cheng glanced at his earnest foolish expression and chose not to push it.
Wen Huixi hurried up, shooting Ma Donghe a reproachful look before jesting:
"What sort of massage is that? Your grip lacks any sense of gentleness, don’t wear yourself down first, avoid just concentrating on harassing the patient, and wind up drained yourself."
"Here, let me show you."
With that, she drew a tissue from her pocket and softly cleaned the perspiration off Ma Donghe’s brow.
Ma Donghe froze at the unexpected action, his rugged features flushing deeply, as he stuttered:
"I... I wasn’t applying too much pressure, truly..."
Wen Huixi brushed aside his excuse, going on to describe the key points of massage methods, her gaze holding an unintended softness.
Fang Cheng watched silently, showing no reaction.
He wasn’t certain exactly when their bond had grown so tight, but he welcomed the development.
Wen Huixi’s life had been overly harsh; if she found a guy who truly looked after her, her hardships could turn to joy.
Ma Donghe, despite his ties to the criminal world, appeared coarse externally yet possessed a kind core; he was fundamentally honest and prized faithfulness.
Should these two unite, it would truly make a fine pairing.
Only uncertain if Wen Xin, the little one, would embrace this "Bear Uncle."
The commotion inside the clinic persisted.
Once Brother Fei’s shoulder got reset, he dashed to the desk and passed the payment to Wen Huixi with a sycophantic grin.
"Miss Wen, this covers the treatment fees, please hold onto it well."
Wen Huixi accepted the cash, swiftly returned the change, then retrieved two sticking plasters from the drug shelf and earnestly warned:
"Put them on as scheduled once you’re back home, and steer clear of any brawls for the next few days."
"Yes, got it! Many thanks, Miss Wen!"
Brother Fei bobbed his head several times, then pivoted and called out toward Fang Cheng:
"Brother Cheng, I’m off now, stay safe!"
After speaking, he departed alongside a handful of lads, with arms slung over each other’s shoulders.
Within the clinic, the quartet carried on with their individual tasks.
Lin Fusheng, donning his reading spectacles, tended to a patient with a blade wound by disinfecting and suturing it.
Fang Cheng handled the subsequent case of a dislocated joint, his movements growing ever smoother.
Meanwhile, Ma Donghe appeared to have taken the advice, employing far gentler force now.
Though the patient still let out moans, it was at least far from the pig-slaughtering howls of before.
Wen Huixi managed the sign-ups and fee collections, while also soothing the queued-up wounded folks, occupied to the brim.
Even Wen Xin, done with her schoolwork, dutifully approached to aid her mother by passing a cloth or fetching a drink of water, acting quite mature.
Unnoticed by all, darkness had completely settled in.
The bustle on the street slowly quieted, and visitors to the clinic thinned out.
As the final wounded individual departed with profuse gratitude, the clinic, fraught with tension throughout the night, at last grew still.
Lin Fusheng removed his reading glasses and massaged his weary brow.
Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe helped sort the tools and wipe down surfaces.
Wen Huixi completed tallying the daily earnings, a pleased grin lighting her features.
"Uncle Lin, Fang Cheng, we’re going back home."
Wen Huixi gathered her belongings, clasped Wen Xin’s hand, and smiled as she said farewell.
"I’ll escort you!"
Ma Donghe promptly set aside the mop and dashed forward eagerly: "It’s risky for ladies to travel after dark."
Fang Cheng caught that and felt at a loss for words.
The direct path from the clinic to their apartment block spanned under 100 meters.
Even strolling leisurely, it would take just thirty seconds to arrive, so what peril lurked there?
Wen Huixi’s cheeks tinted pink, she courteously refused and hastened away, gripping Wen Xin’s hand.
Ma Donghe lingered by the entrance, gazing after the departing mother and child, his expression brimming with yearning, akin to a golden retriever left behind by its master.
Fang Cheng, having rinsed his hands, shed his white jacket and readied to depart.
"Ah Cheng, hold on a bit."
Abruptly, Ma Donghe halted him, his silly grin fading as his face turned rather grave:
"My dad has a crucial matter to talk over with you; the evening’s still early. How about we hit up a barbecue spot and settle in for a talk?"
Fang Cheng spun back, eyeing him with surprise.