Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1519 - 730_2

Lin Yue quickly stepped forward and turned to introduce Fang Cheng:

"Fang Cheng, this is my cousin, Lin Xuhao."

The burly man sized up Fang Cheng, his stern face relaxing slightly before he grinned:

"You’re Fang Cheng, right? You look as handsome and refined as they say. It’s better to meet than to hear. Since you’re my cousin’s friend, you’re also Lin Xuhao’s friend. Just call me Ahhao."

"Brother Hao."

Fang Cheng replied politely, his gaze landing on the man’s rugged face, causing a ripple in his heart.

He had recognized this person.

A few months ago, on that torrential rainy night, Fang Cheng was tracking a Noah Organization officer named "Scorpion."

At the time, two members of the Special Search Team were caught in an ambush, nearly suffocated and killed by Scorpion’s water-orbit manipulation.

Fang Cheng, wearing a mask, intervened, killed Scorpion, and saved the two members along the way.

The bristly beard man in front of him was one of the Special Search Team members back then.

"My cousin boasts about your medical skill, saying it’s more miraculous than those old experts."

Lin Xuhao patted his chest with his uninjured left hand, speaking heartily:

"Brother, can you check me out? What’s wrong with this side of my body?"

Fang Cheng stepped forward, asking in a serious tone:

"What exactly does it feel like?"

"Just numb, can’t muster any strength."

Lin Xuhao frowned as he described his symptoms:

"Move it a bit, the whole arm gets sore and swollen, as if there are countless needles inside; feels like this side of my body is about to be useless."

Fang Cheng pulled over a chair, sat down, and extended his right hand, with five fingers resting on Lin Xuhao’s left shoulder and neck.

The thumb pressed lightly down the trapezius muscle at first.

"Feel anything?"

"Not much, feels numb."

Lin Xuhao shook his head.

Fang Cheng’s fingertips slightly contracted, emitting a slight force, gradually penetrating the epidermis and reaching the deep fascia.

His fingertip pressed near the junction of the shoulder acupoint and the brachial plexus nerve.

"Hiss—"

Lin Xuhao sharply inhaled, his body instinctively shivering:

"Damn, it hurts! Feels like being shocked."

Despite his burly appearance, he found it hard to endure the nerve-affecting pain.

Fang Cheng withdrew his hand at the right moment, calmly observing him:

"How did you get injured during the mission?"

Mentioning this, Lin Xuhao swallowed nervously but couldn’t help boasting:

"Don’t mention it. I encountered a mutant who could manipulate low temperatures. That sneaky bastard was hard to catch, but I was more vigilant, chasing him into a dead end."

"I didn’t realize his accomplices were lying in wait, ambushing at the right moment. I avoided critical spots and blocked with my right arm, resulting in a direct bone fracture."

"What’s more eerie is, that mutant slapped me, and the cold air he carried seemed alive, directly diving into my body. Over the past few days, the chill has spread further to the left side of my body."

Fang Cheng listened carefully, externally calm but aware internally.

During the examination, he had secretly infused a wisp of True Qi into Lin Xuhao’s body.

Through True Qi feedback, he clearly sensed Lin Xuhao’s muscular tissues lacked significant tear injuries.

Yet, around the brachial plexus nerves and certain core acupoints, several cold, sticky abnormal energy clusters lurked.

These energies blocked the channels for Qi and blood flow; unless utterly removed, necrosis of meridians was inevitable.

Seeing Fang Cheng silent, Lin Yue couldn’t help but ask:

"So, Brother Fang? Can it be treated?"

Fang Cheng nodded, his tone steady:

"It can be treated. I’ll give it a try."

He then stood, flexing his wrists.

"Brother Hao, bear with it for a bit; the upcoming technique might be painful."

Lin Xuhao grinned, maintaining his tough demeanor:

"Go ahead, I’m not afraid of dying; why fear a little massage?"

Fang Cheng said no more, his hands darted out like dragons, settling on Lin Xuhao’s shoulder-neck and back injury.

First, he used massage techniques, his palm’s temperature rising rapidly under True Qi infusion.

His hand adhered to the skin, using high-frequency oscillations and kneading to stimulate superficial blood circulation, completely awakening the surrounding stiff muscles.

As the temperature rose, Lin Xuhao’s initially pale skin flushed vibrantly.

Promptly, Fang Cheng focused his gaze, switching to acupoint techniques.

He aligned his forefinger and middle finger, treating them as a pin.

True Qi consolidated at his fingertips, accurately selecting acupoints like the shoulder well, quchi, and waiguan, striking as though breaking through bamboo.

"Tock! Tock! Tock!"

His fingertip hit the acupoints, creating a dull collision sound.

Every strike shattered the cold energy surrounding the nerve cluster like a heavy hammer, gradually disintegrating it.

The special effect of [Rejuvenating Hand] triggered accordingly.

High-frequency vibrating force drenched the channels through the acupoints, forcefully clearing stagnation, prompting deep fascia recovery, swiftly clearing residual cold toxins.

"Mmm—"

Lin Xuhao’s forehead veins bulged, teeth clenched tightly.

This penetrating numbness and swelling pain from deep within the bone marrow were more intolerable than having a knife inflicted.

Beside them, Lin Yue attentively observed Fang Cheng’s technique, attempting to learn some moves.

But Fang Cheng’s hand speed was too swift, leaving only a dazzling flicker of movement.

Five minutes in, Fang Cheng retracted his hands, exhaling deeply.

"Alright, try moving it again."

Lin Xuhao breathed heavily, tentatively raising his left arm.

Upon moving, his eyes widened suddenly.

The previous sensation of weighty numbness vanished, with the refreshing feeling of Qi and blood reflowing throughout.