Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1427 - 689

The blood stirred up foam, emitting a slight hissing sound.

If one had good eyesight, they could even see a large amount of gray-white bug carcasses at the bottom of the basin.

With the vile blood spat out, those protruding blue-black veins on Li Fei’s body rapidly shriveled like the receding tide, until they vanished without a trace.

The previously short and chaotic breathing gradually returned to being steady and prolonged.

The electric fan in the room was still spinning, but the oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated.

Everyone watched this unbelievable scene, their breaths collectively stalled for half a beat.

The person on the brink of death was pulled back from the gates of hell by a few finger pokes.

Could it be that the Chairman possesses some kind of Divine Skills?

Li Ran was the first to regain her senses.

Her knees buckled as she fell beside the bed, her hands suspended in air, wanting to touch but not daring to lower them, her voice trembling:

"Chairman, my senior brother he..."

Fang Cheng casually took a tissue and wiped his fingers:

"He’s saved, the Gu Worms are cleaned very well, but his nerves are damaged, and coupled with excessive blood loss, his body is still very weak."

"Remember, for the next couple of days he can only have liquid food, let him lie down and rest more."

"Thank you... Thank you, Chairman!"

Li Ran’s eyes reddened, nodding continuously like a little chick pecking at rice.

Then, she leaned close to the bed, softly calling "Senior Brother" beside Li Fei’s ear.

Li Fei on the bed twitched his eyelids but still hadn’t fully awakened.

Only hearing his dry, cracked lips move, pushing out a few fragmented words from his throat:

"Run... Ahjie... don’t stop, run..."

As if in his dreams, still experiencing unimaginable fright and agony.

Seeing her senior brother in such a state, Li Ran’s tears couldn’t stop pouring down.

At this moment, Jiang Yun brought a basin of clean warm water, wrung a towel dry, and handed it over:

"Girl, here, help wipe his sweat, the clothes sticking to his wounds could easily get infected."

"Thank you, Sister Jiang."

Li Ran quickly took the towel, carefully unbuttoning Li Fei’s shirt.

Fang Cheng turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the guest room:

"Let’s head out first, let him sleep well."

Everyone quietly exited the room, heading into the courtyard.

Afternoon sunlight pierced through the vine leaves of the grape trellis, casting dappled shadows on the blue brick ground.

Several bamboo chairs were scattered around the stone table, exuding a hint of rural leisure, it was indeed a good place to cool off.

Not long after, Lin Chuqiao and Jiang Yun brought freshly brewed hot tea from the kitchen, and washed two plates of watermelon and plums, placing them on the stone table.

Fang Cheng pulled a bamboo chair and sat down, thanked them, and gestured with his hand:

"Everyone, please have a seat."

Bai Ling moved a small stool close to him, her face full of curiosity as she asked:

"Chairman, the parasitic worms in Li Fei’s body, you just forced them out like that?"

"Yes."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, picking up a teacup.

Professor sat across, raised his hand to adjust the black-framed glasses:

"Chairman, may I boldly ask, what ability did you use just now?"

Fang Cheng blew away the floating foam, took a sip of tea, then replied:

"I used Qi Gong Therapy."

"Qi Gong? No wonder..."

Professor nodded thoughtfully, seemingly having witnessed similar situations before.

Fatty Hu stood nearby, his palm like a fan suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Who cares what power, being able to snatch someone back from King Yama is definitely an Immortal’s means! Looking across East Capital and entire Xia Country, how many people have abilities like the Chairman?"

"That’s why I said following the Chairman is definitely right, our Illuminati will surely be able to walk arrogantly in East Capital in the future, right, Xiaoying?"

Fei Ying leaned against a wooden column, nodding.

Despite not speaking, his gaze towards Fang Cheng was full of admiration.

Xiao Shuai squatted nearby, peeling an orange, his expression unperturbed.

In his mind, the Chairman was an omnipotent god, merely saving a person was hardly worth mentioning.

Li Dingjian stood in the corridor not far away, smiling and smoking.

As an uncle, he naturally took pride in such an occasion.

At this moment, he was mulling over the fact that since his nephew had mastered this exceptional skill, if the old man ever got sick, he could just treat it at home, saving the trouble of going to the hospital.

Fang Cheng put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

At this gathering, the old members of Illuminati were all present except for Pan Wendi.

As for Old Chen, Eagle Eye, Big Hammer, and Monkey, they were guarding the bases at Jiangbei Old Factory Street and Wanghu Town with a few newly recruited brothers.

Xu Hao was left in Ancient Locust Village, following Cheng Jiashu to handle matters.

Just as he was thinking, Lin Chuqiao came out with a hand-woven bamboo basket, placing it on the stone table.

She uncovered the cloth, revealing a stack of steaming dumplings.

"Brother Cheng, you came over at noon, haven’t had lunch yet, right? These were just wrapped by Xiao Yun this morning."

Jiang Yun stood by, wiping her hands with a scarf, smiling:

"Tomorrow is Dragon Boat Festival, I specially made some salted egg yolk meat rice dumplings and red dates filling ones, don’t know if they suit the Chairman’s taste."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, reached out to take one, peeling the reed leaves and taking a big bite.

"Quite glutinous."

He chewed and swallowed, within less than half a minute he ate three dumplings.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun’s eyebrows bent like a crescent, her face full of smiles.

Lin Chuqiao pulled a bamboo chair next to Fang Cheng to sit down, her expression becoming earnest:

"Brother Cheng, now Li Fei is out of danger, but Li Jie is still in their hands, life and death unknown. What should we do next?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone’s gaze uniformly focused over.

After all, this was the first time since the establishment of Illuminati that a member was kidnapped and persecuted.

The way the Chairman handled this situation largely determined the organization’s future direction, and also maintained the members’ sense of safety.