Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1384 - 668-2

After finishing everything, he slowly withdrew his hands and then said in a deep voice:

"All done."

The voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears, suddenly breaking the tense atmosphere on the scene.

"What do you mean ’all done’?"

The scarred big man was the first to react, blurting out loudly.

Fang Cheng didn’t answer, just looked down at Zhao Gang on the stretcher:

"Try moving your toes."

Everyone’s gaze simultaneously fell on Zhao Gang’s two feet, exposed outside the straps.

One second.

Two seconds.

Zhao Gang’s right big toe suddenly twitched.

Immediately after, the toes on the left foot also trembled.

"Damn, this is incredible..."

The scarred big man’s eyes widened, the crude words just reached his mouth, and then abruptly stopped.

The nearby comrades were even more dumbstruck, looking in disbelief at the seemingly miraculous scene before their eyes.

The watching nurses exchanged glances, all seeing the incredulous look in each other’s eyes, unable to resist whispering.

"This... is impossible."

The attending doctor rushed to the stretcher, grabbed Zhao Gang’s right foot, and scratched quickly across the sole with his fingernail.

Zhao Gang’s toes instantly curled back.

"Babinski sign negative, plantar reflex restored to normal?"

The attending physician’s hand shook, nearly losing his balance.

He turned his head sharply, fixing his gaze on Fang Cheng, his lips moving for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence:

"What... did you just do?"

Master Sun had already been completely stunned.

He pushed up his reading glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, blinking hard behind the lenses.

Having practiced Bone Setting and massage for most of his life, he knew exactly what those "crack, crack, crack" sounds just now meant.

Those were the sounds of dislocated bones realigning.

Bear in mind, this was a spinal burst fracture, with bone fragments invading the spinal canal.

Even the country’s top spinal surgery experts would find such an injury troublesome, needing to rely on surgical microscopes and various precise instruments to dare operate.

This young man, throughout the entire process, didn’t use any instruments, nor did he rely on imaging guidance.

He was able to target the deep-seated bone fragments, realigning them through the air, with accuracy to the slightest degree.

It was truly unbelievable.

"What kind of genius did they introduce to me..."

Master Sun muttered to himself, his voice almost inaudible.

Lin Yue, standing nearby, seemed somewhat dumbfounded, the CT image in his hand falling to the floor with a "plop".

His expression looked as if he had been punched into bewilderment, his mouth half-open, delayed for a few seconds before mechanically bending down to pick it up.

It seemed he had never considered that a newcomer on the first day of work could do something so crazy.

Fang Cheng maintained a calm expression, taking half a step back.

At that moment, a light blue screen floated before him.

[You have grasped a new technique combining True Qi manipulation with medical skill, completing a high-difficulty spinal closed realignment, Bone Setting experience +100]

[Bone Setting lv1 (203/250)]

Looking at the message that only he could see, Fang Cheng gently dismissed the panel with a thought.

Then he turned to the attending doctor, explaining the details:

"All bone fragments have been realigned, and the pressure within the spinal canal has been relieved. But what I’ve done is just temporary fixation; it can last for about three hours at most."

"During this time, his spine can withstand normal transportation and positioning changes. You’d better hurry to get him to the operating room, first handle the splenic bleeding, and then the subsequent spinal fixation surgery, once his abdominal wounds stabilize."

The attending physician froze for two seconds before snapping back to reality.

"Bring the patient into the operating room, notify Anesthesia and General Surgery, and start preparing for emergency laparotomy!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs down the corridor.

The initially stagnant air was immediately broken, and the surroundings became active again.

The nurses quickly got to work, unstrapping the excess straps from the spine board, and rushed toward the operating room with the stretcher.

The wheels rolled over the ground, making a rapid "rattle" sound.

As Zhao Gang was wheeled away, he turned his head laboriously, using the corner of his eye to glance at Fang Cheng.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say a word of thanks, but the stretcher had already turned the corridor’s corner, disappearing behind the operating room’s automatic doors.

The scarred big man and another comrade followed immediately, running after.

As he passed by Fang Cheng, the scarred big man’s steps faltered for a moment.

He turned, patting Fang Cheng’s shoulder, his tone full of sincerity:

"Thank you, brother. My name is Fan Biao. If you ever need help, come to the Action Department to find me."

The other comrade’s eyes turned red, giving a deep bow to Fang Cheng before turning to catch up with the stretcher at a brisk pace.

The corridor fell silent once more, leaving only a few dark red bloodstains on the floor.

Master Sun slowly walked up to Fang Cheng, removing his reading glasses.

He cleaned them repeatedly, put them back on, and carefully examined the young man before him.

His expression was as if he was seeing him for the first time today.

"Xiao Fang... No, it’s Doctor Fang."

Master Sun unusually changed his form of address, with a hint of expectation in his voice:

"Where did you learn this skill... Can you introduce me to your teacher?"

"Master Sun, you can still call me Xiao Fang."

Fang Cheng shook his head, speaking calmly:

"As for my medical teacher, he’s an elder living in seclusion, with no fixed residence, and he doesn’t like being disturbed, so I’m afraid I can’t introduce you."

On hearing this, Master Sun showed disappointment, but then immediately shifted to admiration, not pursuing further.

At that moment, Lin Yue had already regained his senses beside him.

He moved in front of Fang Cheng, his eyes widening as if looking at a master who had just descended from the mountains:

"Brother, are you sure you’re the newbie reporting to work today? You’re not a professor from some medical university here for life experience?"

"Of course not, my resume and onboarding report are very clear."

Fang Cheng replied with a slight smile, dismissing it with a few words:

"Master Sun, Brother Lin, I’m heading to the cafeteria. I’m a bit exhausted from earlier and feel hungry."

With that, he nodded at both of them and turned to walk toward the lobby entrance.

Behind him fell a brief silence.

Then, Lin Yue suddenly shouted:

"Ah... Brother Fang, wait for me! I’m buying lunch today!"

He hastily took off his white coat, stuffing it into Master Sun’s arms, and ran after Fang Cheng.

Master Sun stood there holding the white coat, mouth agape.

He slowly shook his head, his gaze following the two’s backs.

Young people, they truly are formidable.

Behind the reading glasses, his eyeballs rolled around several times, and finally, he lightly slapped his thigh.

"Hey, this time, we’ve really picked a gem in the physiotherapy department."

At the other end of the corridor, several nurses gathered, whispering in lowered voices.

"Did you see clearly? How exactly did that person do it?"

"I didn’t see clearly. He just placed his hands there, and then we heard the bones ’crack, crack, crack,’ and in a moment, the person could move their toes."

"It’s too eerie. I’ve been a nurse for five years, and I’ve never seen such emergency methods."

"I heard he’s new to the physiotherapy department. On his first day at work, he was this impressive. What will we do in the future?"

A younger female nurse blushed slightly, speaking with some excitement:

"Right, did you notice? That person is really handsome! More charismatic than TV stars."

"Yes, yes!"

On hearing this, another nurse’s eyes shone brightly, agreeing with a bit of excitement:

"Looks gentle and refined, with a great figure, just my type. I wonder if he has a girlfriend..."

"Stop daydreaming, even if he doesn’t have a girlfriend, it wouldn’t be your turn."

The nurses chattered back and forth, gradually steering the topic from medical skills to gossip, laughter echoing in the corridor.

In this way, the legend of a young, handsome miracle doctor promptly spread among the departments of the sanatorium within just one afternoon.

By night, even the cafeteria lady had heard.

A new physiotherapist, with extraordinary medical skills, could pull someone back from the brink of death with just his hands!