Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1522 - 731_2

Stop bleeding, stabilize the body, shape the bones, and regenerate cells.

The three skill effects are interlinked, perfectly complementing each other, forming a combat trauma treatment program with no blind spots.

As long as the person hasn’t breathed their last, he is confident he can pull them back from the brink of death.

Fang Cheng’s eyes shone brightly, filled with an irrepressible anticipation.

This visit to the ward didn’t allow him to showcase this set of combination skills.

In the future, if there’s a chance to meet severely injured patients, he could justifiably take on the role of the attending physician and test the true effectiveness of this emergency procedure.

With a slight movement of his mind, the light blue screen in front of him transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the air.

Fang Cheng put his hands in his pockets and looked ahead.

The summer sun was bright and scorching, with only a few recovering patients strolling under the shade of the trees.

The ivy on the red brick walls of Building No. 3 swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a vibrant vitality.

He took a deep breath of the air fragrant with camphor trees, quickening his pace towards the office building.

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Time flies, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

The red sun rose vividly, turning the vast expanses of waving water into crushed gold.

The Jinshui Fish Market in the Lingang District was as bustling as ever.

The sea breeze, mixed with the smell of fish and shrimp, blew through the narrow streets and alleys.

The friction of the tricycle chains and the high-pitched cries of the vendors intertwined, filling the air with a strong sense of the city’s hustle and bustle.

However, today, New Port Alley No. 8 was quite different from usual.

The previously idle six-story old building had been completely transformed, with the exterior walls repainted in understated gray-white true stone paint.

From a distance, it looked elegant and orderly, featuring a somewhat retro Republic of China style, no longer showing any signs of its former dilapidation.

At the front of the spacious glass entrance on the first floor, a vibrant red carpet had been laid, flanked by flower baskets wrapped in red silk.

Above the entrance, a brand-new brass plaque gleamed brightly in the morning light—"Morning Star Import and Export Trade Co., Ltd."

This was one of the front organizations openly associated with the Illuminati.

According to Lin Chuqiao’s plan, to mislead outsiders, the first-floor lobby was converted into a standard business reception area.

The second and third floors were designated as regular office areas for company employees, as well as for conference rooms and VIP rooms.

As for the fourth floor and above, they were strictly off-limits to ordinary employees, reserved exclusively for the Illuminati’s inner circle.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the lobby was lively and bustling.

The company had not sent out many invitations today; the flower baskets placed outside were all ordered by Lin Chuqiao under the guise of fake clients.

Present were only a few newly hired ordinary reception staff, while the rest were all internal members of the Illuminati.

"Hey, move those two flower baskets over there a bit to the left, yes, yes, they need to be symmetrical!"

Xiao Shuai stood in front of the entrance, directing several ordinary staff members on how to arrange the various items for the opening ceremony.

Today, he was dressed in a neat suit, his hair slicked back and shiny, appearing every bit the department head.

At the right side of the lobby, the young couple Jiang Yun and Xu Kuan were carefully hanging up red decorative ribbons while standing on a stepladder.

Their coordination was seamless, with Xu Kuan handing out tape and Jiang Yun securing the positions, occasionally exchanging smiles.

"These red cloths are so festive."

Bai Ling flitted about among the crowd, offering her commentary on the scene’s setup.

She held a plate of washed fruits, distributing them to everyone who was busy, and casually popped a red plum into Xiao Ya’s mouth, who was wiping tables:

"Is it sweet?"

"Mm, very sweet."

Dressed like a high school student, Xiao Ya nodded obediently, her cheeks puffing adorably.

Bai Ling turned around and plucked the largest strawberry, handing it to Bean, who was helping nearby.

Bean was dressed in a brand-new beige dress today, with her hair neatly styled and tied into two small braids.

She accepted the strawberry, her lips curving into a shy yet sincere smile as she softly thanked Bai Ling.

After more than a month of living and interacting, this once introverted and withdrawn girl gradually became familiar with everyone.

Beside the ceremonial platform in the corner, Wang Li, wearing sleeve protectors, meticulously checked the inventory list for the opening.

He paused his writing, looking around the bustling scene, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Since Fang Cheng rescued his daughter from the gangsters and even covered the dialysis costs for his wife, as well as the subsequent kidney transplant surgery fees, his loyalty had belonged to the Illuminati.

Managing finances here and regaining his dignity in life, he owed it all to the young Chairman.

Having no significant skills or means to reciprocate, all he could do was remember this kindness in his heart, perform his duties diligently, and ensure there were no mistakes in the accounts.

The shadow outside the main entrance.

Li Jie sat in a wheelchair, his gaze sharply scanning the street corner for any signs of movement.

His injuries hadn’t completely healed yet, but that didn’t prevent him from fulfilling his duties as the security chief.

"Master, all the surveillance cameras around have been tested, no blind spots."

Li Ran, with her high ponytail, walked over briskly to report.

Beside her, Li Fei patted the dagger hidden at his waist and said in a low voice:

"Brother Jie, rest assured, anyone who dares to cause trouble today won’t make it out of this alley."

Li Jie nodded slightly and said solemnly:

"Continue to stay vigilant, today is a big day for our Illuminati, we must not dampen the Chairman’s spirits."

He stroked the armrest of the wheelchair and gazed at the red carpet laid out outside the door.

His life was snatched back from the Black Shark Organization by Fang Cheng.

That night he witnessed the Chairman’s heroic figure like a descending god, as a former assassin, he was already shaken and captivated, wholeheartedly dedicating himself in service.

Li Jie secretly vowed that from now on, even if it meant risking his life, he would protect the headquarters’ entrance for the Chairman.

Outside the door, two vans parked by the roadside, and a few people got off.

"Hey, Old Chen, what brings you two over today?"

Big Hammer greeted loudly, his explosive muscles stretching his suit tight.

Old Chen smiled, handing over a cigarette:

"Today’s a special day, the Chairman granted us leave, and the surveillance tasks on Old Factory Street have temporarily been handed over to newcomers. How about you?"

Big Hammer took the cigarette, chuckling:

"We were also informed by the Chairman to come over, hiding in that little dark room with cold drafts all day, today we get to share in the festivities."

As the two chatted, Eagle Eye and Monkey remained relatively quiet.

Eagle Eye leaned against the car door, still aloof, but his eyes showed a rare relaxedness.

Monkey was equally reserved, maintaining the calm forged from army life.

That’s their nature, others didn’t bother them much.

Not far away, Fatty Hu was adjusting his bow tie in front of a full-length mirror, his massive fingers clumsily fumbling:

"Damn it, this thing is choking my neck."

Fei Ying chewed gum beside him, arms crossed, sneering:

"With your barrel waist and bald head, wearing a suit makes you look like a mob enforcer, don’t waste the effort."

Fatty Hu glared, immediately countering:

"What do you know, today’s the boss’s opening, we gotta dress smart!"

"What are you guys talking about, when it comes to spirit, who can be more spirited than me?"

Xu Hao walked over with a glowing face, strutting boldly.

He slapped Fatty Hu’s shoulder and started boasting about himself:

"I’m the top aide the boss accepted! Back then at Global Elite Fighting Club, I became acquainted with the boss through a fight, respecting each other like true men..."

"Enough Brother Hao, we’ve heard the story of you and the Chairman sparring so much we’ve got calluses on our ears."

Pan Wendi, holding a glass of champagne, joined the fun.

Despite being a wealthy young heir dressed in luxury brand high fashion, he was unpretentious and raised his eyebrows at Xu Hao:

"In the end, weren’t you just a hot-headed fool getting beaten up by the Chairman? Luckily he spared you, or else you’d be getting a disability certificate."

Fatty Hu and Fei Ying heard this and immediately laughed heartily without restraint.

Li Dingjian stood aside, watching this group of young people with different personalities gathered because of one person, soothingly stroking the chin of his stubble.

As Fang Cheng’s uncle, seeing his nephew able to build such a vibrant team, he felt nothing but pride.

Inside the manager’s office at the back of the hall.

The blinds isolated most of the noise from outside.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a tailored dark black high-fashion suit, his hands fastening his tie.

"Knock, knock."

The office door was knocked, then pushed open.

Lin Chuqiao stepped in, wearing black stilettos and walked gracefully.

Today she changed into a wine-red OL suit, which perfectly enveloped her shapely figure, making her look competent yet exuding mature feminine charm.