Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1196 - 581: Blood and Qi as Vigorous as a Dragon, Yet Only Wants to Be a Doctor

A sudden hush descended upon the tea room the moment those words left his lips.

Outside, the incessant honking of electric vehicles on the old street only seemed to amplify the stillness within.

Wei Zheng held his breath, his eyes darting anxiously between his mentor and Fang Cheng, dreading that some unforeseen complication might arise at the vital juncture.

A flicker of a frown touched Shi Chengyi’s brow, but it smoothed away almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Leaning back into a posture of attentive listening, he replied in a resonant, grave tone: "Go ahead and state your terms. So long as it stays within the bounds of organizational policy, I can grant your request."

"For my first condition..."

Fang Cheng lifted his teacup, took a methodical sip to soothe his throat, and spoke at a measured pace: "Upon joining the Special Search Team, my records may classify me as a 'Traditional Martial Artist,' but I have no desire to be dragged into high-level power struggles, nor am I interested in the infighting between the Martial Artist Faction and the Technology Transformation Faction."

He paused, his demeanor remarkably steady as he added: "I simply wish to remain quietly within the Medical Team, acting as a doctor who focuses on healing and saving lives."

Hearing this, Wei Zheng could not help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, his expression turning somewhat bewildered.

To have a young man possessed of the True Meaning of Martial Arts, endowed with vitality akin to a dragon and talent rivaling that of Chief Li—only to have him insist he just wants to be a quiet doctor? It was pure 'Versailles' arrogance! It was akin to holding a nuclear deterrent while claiming it was intended solely for roasting sweet potatoes.

Shi Chengyi, however, appeared relieved and regarded him with a look of genuine appreciation, nodding without a second thought: "That is no problem at all; in fact, it is exactly what I had hoped for."

"The Special Search Team is currently in a state of disarray and is crying out for pure, focused specialists rather than political infighters."

"Getting bogged down would only serve to distract you and squander your natural gifts for cultivation."

"Your first condition is approved."

"For the second detail," Fang Cheng continued after setting down his cup: "I have personal affairs to manage, and given my preference for a free-roaming lifestyle, I worry I may not fit the standard nine-to-five routine of the bureaucracy."

"As such, I’m requesting flexible work hours, free from the necessity of punch-clock attendance."

"Naturally, should an emergency occur or a critical patient require urgent care, I will present myself immediately and perform my duty without fail."

Shi Chengyi burst into a hearty laugh.

Within government bureaus, particularly those with special allowances, there were countless scions of elite families collecting paychecks without ever stepping into the office.

From his perspective, Fang Cheng’s request was trivial. Furthermore, for a talent of such high caliber, forcing him into a rigid daily grind would be a gross mismanagement of his potential.

"Given your exceptional standing, we shall make an exception."

Shi Chengyi waved a hand expansively, adding, "Once your employment is official, I will appoint you as a 'Special Consultant for Traditional Medicine'."

"You will be exempt from daily duties, aside from occasional roll calls and mandatory meetings. Your salary and benefits will be processed in full, with doubled allowances."

"Regarding your specific assignments..." Shi Chengyi mused for a moment before suggesting: "Given your mastery of bone setting and massage, you could initially serve at the sanatorium."

"The facility is home to many veteran team members injured in the field who require precisely your skill set to address their lingering, complex ailments. The environment is also quite peaceful; you will find it largely undisturbed. Does that sound acceptable?"

It was a remarkably considerate arrangement, and Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

He then leaned forward, locking eyes with Shi Chengyi as he lowered his voice: "I have one final condition."

"If I happen to stumble upon leads related to the Guangwu Gate shooting or find it necessary to conduct a deeper investigation into that matter, I hope Director Shi will provide the necessary backing."

The mere mention of 'Guangwu Gate' caused the atmosphere in the room to harden instantly.

Wei Zheng’s expression darkened, his brows knitting in immediate concern.

Shi Chengyi’s smile vanished, leaving a face carved from stone. His aged, sharp eyes welled with a complex mix of emotions: lingering trauma, sorrow, and an eternal, burning indignation.

He remained silent for a long moment, weighing the inherent political perils of such a pact. Finally, he gave a somber nod.

"You have my word."

The old man’s voice carried a new, resolute weight, the authority of his long career vibrating through the air: "That incident has remained a thorn in my side for seventeen years. I have long regretted the fact that I was forced to abandon that investigation."

"Should you provide verifiable, ironclad evidence, I will stand by your side until the end—even if it costs me my remaining reputation!"

"Should it be necessary, I will draft a 'Special Investigation Order' to grant you access to specific team resources, ensuring you can pursue the truth without overstepping your professional mandate."

Seeing the unwavering resolve in the old man’s eyes, the last of Fang Cheng’s reservations dissipated.

He stood up and extended his hand toward Shi Chengyi: "Thank you, Uncle Shi, for making this possible."

Shi Chengyi rose as well, gripping Fang Cheng’s hand with firm conviction: "It is I who should be offering thanks. Thank you for placing your trust in me."

With the deal settled, the tension in the room evaporated. The sunlight filtering through the window seemed brighter, and the distant street noise took on a more cheerful cadence.

"Xiao Wei, start drafting Fang Cheng’s registration documents immediately and ensure the paperwork is fast-tracked so he can participate in the re-examinations on the 5th of next month."

Shi Chengyi turned to give swift orders: "Also, compile the necessary study materials and the specific written test questions for him as soon as you can. While the theory portion carries less weight, it is best to be thoroughly prepared."