Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1455 - 702

Afternoon, West Mountain Green Valley Sanatorium.

The bright sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long bright patches on the cashmere carpet of Suite 103 in the special care unit.

Fang Cheng stood by the therapy bed, performing back and waist massage for the elderly bedridden patient.

His hands overlapped, with the base of his palms pressing against the vertical muscles on either side of the lumbar spine.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he slightly exerted force with his fingertips, slowly advancing using a specific high-frequency vibration technique.

A gentle stream of True Qi silently penetrated into the old man’s body through the Laogong Acupoint.

The skin under Fang Cheng’s palm quickly turned a healthy shade of red, with a faint mist from sweat evaporation rising from its surface.

Originally solid and block-like deep muscle groups softened and relaxed as if melting snow under the combined effect of True Qi and physical vibrations.

The cold dampness and toxins from labor accumulated in the fascia gaps were continuously forced out by this penetrating Qi Force.

After completing the final pressing action, Fang Cheng conveniently gathered the True Qi and withdrew his hands.

"Mr. Gu, today’s treatment is over."

He turned to the nearby washstand, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.

Blop blop blop—

The sound of running water was very clear in the quiet room.

Gu Weiping supported himself with his hands on the mattress and suddenly exerted force on his waist, quickly flipping himself upright into a seated position.

"Oh, that’s amazing!"

He twisted his waist and lifted his legs to kick twice, his face full of wonder.

"It doesn’t hurt at all, even the heavy feeling of soreness is gone."

"Xiao Fang, your skills are exceptional! Just a few days ago, turning over was so painful, now my waist feels as light as if a hundred pounds of burden were lifted."

Gu Weiping rubbed his lower back, praising repeatedly.

Not only did he not feel the usual needle-like pain, but he actually felt a continuous warmth from the muscles in his back and waist.

He now felt as though he was twenty years younger, with endless energy all over, eager to try out a military boxing routine immediately.

At this moment, the sound of rhythmic "bang, bang" accompanied by shouts of running could faintly be heard from outside the window.

That was the sanatorium’s outdoor court where some people were playing basketball in teams.

Gu Weiping perked up his ears, turned his head to look out the window, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"It’s been a long time since I played basketball."

He slapped his thighs with both hands, stood up and walked out:

"Xiao Fang, are you free to join me, this old man, for some exercise on the court? I have to make a few three-pointers today!"

"Head, you absolutely shouldn’t!"

The middle-aged assistant by the door was startled, quickly rushing forward.

He opened his arms to block Gu Weiping, sweat forming on his forehead:

"Your waist has just started to improve. Dean Wang repeatedly cautioned against any intense exercise. If anything goes wrong while playing, we couldn’t bear the responsibility."

"Go, go, stop worrying unnecessarily, I know my own body."

Gu Weiping waved his hand impatiently, ready to push aside the blocking assistant.

"Mr. Gu, haste makes waste."

Fang Cheng pulled out a dry towel and wiped the water stains from his hands, timely speaking to dissuade:

"Your lumbar muscles have just been forcibly relaxed and are in the stage of reshaping elasticity."

"For the next few days, you need to rest more, ensuring that the soft tissues completely absorb blood and Qi. If you rush into intense exercise now, it’s easy to cause deeper muscle re-injury, which would be counterproductive."

Hearing this, Gu Weiping showed an expression of regret but obediently stopped.

He turned his head, looked at Fang Cheng putting away the towel, and raised his voice:

"Xiao Fang, don’t be fooled by my old arms and legs now. Back in the day in the army, I was famous as the main defender."

"Whenever I entered the court, the female soldiers from the art troupe on the sidelines would shout themselves hoarse. Just based on my looks and physique when I was young, the popularity was surely not less than yours now."

Fang Cheng hung the towel back on the rack, a smile appearing on his lips:

"Your spirit now is still great; I see it’s no less than back then."

"Haha, you’re good with words."

Gu Weiping laughed heartily, walking to the sofa to sit down, picking up the teacup to moisten his throat.

Then he looked Fang Cheng up and down, finding the young man increasingly pleasing to the eye.

"By the way, we’ve been chatting for so long and I still don’t know what’s your family situation. From your accent, you don’t seem like a local from East Capital?"

Fang Cheng pulled a chair to sit opposite, casually replied:

"My original home is in Qinghe City, Jiangnan Province. I lived with my grandfather in the countryside since childhood, then moved to East Capital for school."

Gu Weiping paused his hand holding the teacup, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"Qinghe City? Then we are indeed fellow townsmen! I’m from Pingjiang County under Qinghe City and left home to join the army at eighteen."

"After circling around half a lifetime, I didn’t expect to meet a hometown fellow in this sanatorium."

He put down the teacup, leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between the two:

"Is your grandfather still in the old home? How’s his health now?"

"He was diagnosed with stomach cancer recently, and couldn’t be treated well in the old home, so my mom brought him to East Capital for surgery."

Fang Cheng stated calmly:

"Fortunately, it was discovered not too late, the surgery was quite successful, and now he is resting at home."

Upon hearing "stomach cancer," Gu Weiping’s graying eyebrows furrowed, sighing:

"That’s a serious illness, the elderly have suffered, and it’s not easy for your mom to bring him to East Capital for treatment."

The elder paused slightly, his tone becoming very earnest:

"The most feared with cancer is recurrence and metastasis."