Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1386 - 669_2

At that moment, his hand was like a high-precision radar.

The pulsating veins, torn muscle fibers, and shattered bones wedged into the spinal canal, every detail reflected vividly in his mind with the touch of True Qi.

It was the same True Qi that filled the meridians.

When confronting enemies, it could transform into a fierce shock wave, shattering rocks dozens of meters away with one palm.

When saving lives, it could be restrained and delicate, like the spring breeze gentle rain, silently nurturing.

It could even guide a few millimeters of bone to complete surgery-level repairs within the fragile and complex human body.

The difference between killing and saving lies in a single thought, within the flow of Qi Force.

Fang Cheng’s gaze darkened slightly, and he slowly clenched his fist.

His knuckles instantly made cracking sounds.

He foresees that as long as he continues to delve into palm technique and improve Qi Gong skill level and Spirit Attribute.

The destructive power of Qi Force in combat will exponentially increase, and his precise control over True Qi will undergo a qualitative transformation.

By then, the boundary between Medical Skill and Martial Arts may completely blur, evolving into some new power system...

Capable of shattering mountains with a palm and extending life with a finger.

"Chirp chirp chirp—chirp chirp chirp—"

Outside the window, among the camphor trees, the cricket song came in waves.

Fang Cheng stepped to the window and pushed open half a glass pane.

The night breeze blew into the room, carrying the cool scent of grass and trees, brushing his slightly warm cheeks.

In the courtyard, all was silent; several white inpatient buildings stood silently in the pale yellow glow of the street lamps.

Far away, a few night-shift nurses walked down the path, and the sound of their footsteps was audible.

Fang Cheng placed his arms on the windowsill, contemplating his upcoming plans.

Having just been transferred here for work, he hadn’t yet familiarized himself with the terrain or found a suitable location for morning practice.

These days, he could only make do in the dormitory, focusing more on practicing basic palm technique and Tai Chi Boxing.

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten his main purpose in choosing to join the Special Search Team and coming to this sanatorium.

Here, every day, injured soldiers come down from the frontline, and Special Search Team officers come over for recuperation.

He could legitimately and lawfully come into contact with a large number of patients using his position.

Every treatment was an excellent opportunity for hands-on practice.

Accumulate experience rapidly this way, accelerating the improvement of Bone Setting, massage, acupoint, and other Medical Skill levels.

Ultimately, merge these max-level Medical Skills with Qi Gong skills, constantly break through Qi Gong bottlenecks, and reach the peak of Martial Arts.

Only achieving this qualitative change in power could he have absolute initiative when facing incredibly strong enemies in the future.

Fang Cheng lifted his eyes, looking toward the back mountain of the sanatorium.

The cold light from a few searchlights dotted the mountainside, faintly visible with armed guards patrolling, strictly vigilant.

His gaze passed over the back mountain, turning to the deeper parts of West Mountain.

The undulating mountain ridges under the night looked like a giant beast lying dormant.

In those deep mountains and old forests, who knows what other unknown things might be hidden.

Fang Cheng suddenly thought of Xu Hao.

That guy, sent by him to carry out an undercover mission, was still uncertain about the current situation.

Had he figured out the details of the village guards in Ancient Locust Village? Discovered Jiang Chen’s hiding place?

To avoid alerting the snakes, having such a monster at Jiang Chen’s level prematurely perceive hints.

Fang Cheng had been restraining himself, not actively contacting Xu Hao through the Sun Heart Net during this period.

They previously agreed that Xu Hao would initiate contact only if he gathered accurate information.

The current silence precisely indicated Xu Hao hadn’t been exposed, likely still in stealth mode.

Ancient Locust Village is only ten kilometers away by mountain road.

If Xu Hao encountered danger or sudden circumstances that he couldn’t handle, and called for help through Heart Net, Fang Cheng could rush over in full force in time.

The night wind scattered a patch of floating clouds on the horizon.

A full round moon emerged from behind the clouds, and silver-white moonlight poured down, illuminating the silhouettes of the courtyard trees and roofs.

Fang Cheng tilted his head, gazing at the full moon.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

If Cheng Jiashu’s previous predictions were correct, the time node was approaching.

On the night of the full moon, the yin energy is most abundant, and the variables are greatest.

Many secrets hidden in the shadows will probably become clear tomorrow night.

He needed to remind Cheng Jiashu, have all necessary preparations ready to avoid chaos when the time comes.

Fang Cheng quietly watched the night sky for a while, then closed the window, drew the curtains, and turned toward the bed.

It’s already past ten, the evening exercise was over.

He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Lying on the pillow, he closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, allowing True Qi to flow slowly through the meridians, entering a state of simultaneous cultivation and rest.

Outside the window, the cricket song gradually thinned out.

The full moon hung high, shining silver across the entire sanatorium.

West Mountain’s depths, all was silent.

.........

Inside the pitch-black room, one couldn’t even see their fingers.

The wooden bed emitted an unpleasant "creak".

Xu Hao turned over, lying flat on the hard bed.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling with half of its plaster peeling away.

The wind was blowing outside, causing the old wooden window frames to clash with an "eek, eek" sound.

Several shadows of dried branches were cast on the newspaper-covered window, resembling shriveled claws slowly swaying in the dark.

The room was filled with a persistent moldy smell, mixed with a stench from an unknown source.

This was Xu Hao’s second night in Ancient Locust Village, and he still felt sleepless.

Despite it being midsummer, the room exuded a chill that seeped into the bones, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

Since the afternoon of the lunar 13th, when he swung a canvas bag and boldly stepped into the village entrance.

This needle-prickling cold sensation hasn’t stopped.

As if behind every earthen wall, at the top of every withered tree branch, a pair of eyes were secretly watching his every move.

After meeting with Supervisor Wu who hired him, quickly signing the employment contract, he was directly settled in this dilapidated brick house.

The past two days’ work had been leisurely, only requiring him to patrol the village according to the company’s schedule.

However, the entire Ancient Locust Village was eerily quiet.

No dog barking, no chicken crowing, even the cicadas in the trees seemed extinct.

Occasionally, he’d bump into some local villagers in the narrow alleys between gray walls.

The actions of these people, regardless of gender or age, were unusually slow, walking without a single footstep, almost like they floated on tiptoe.

What truly chilled Xu Hao was their faces.

Every villager passing by would stop, stare directly at him, then grin.

The smile was extremely stiff, and the curve of the mouth almost identical upward.

It was like a mask awkwardly pasted on the face of a crude clay doll, with not a hint of a living person’s vitality as the muscles pulled.

In the entire village, the only ones who could barely be considered "living" to interact were Supervisor Wu, who recruited him, and another village guard who arrived half a month earlier.

Besides them, there were several other village guards also responsible for patrolling.

But Xu Hao now seriously doubted if these guys still counted as humans.

Yesterday evening in the canteen, when he pretended to lose his balance, he purposely bumped his shoulder into one of the village guards.

At the moment of contact, through a thin layer of fabric, Xu Hao felt like he collided with a piece of frozen meat just retrieved from the freezer.

Cold and hard.

The person was staggered by the bump but didn’t show any anger.

Instead, slowly turned around, offering him the same eerie smile seen on the villagers.

At that moment, a cold sweat quickly broke out on Xu Hao’s back, nearly dropping the iron lunchbox, barely suppressing the urge to punch that paralyzed face.

Is this really being a security guard in a deep mountain forest?

It feels more like being thrown into an Underworld full of unknown monsters, forced to live with those creatures for three years!