Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1534 - 737:

According to the deciphered spell rules, forcibly recording more than five coordinates will cause the spiritual power consumption to multiply, and the space channel will also collapse uncontrollably.

But rules are made to be broken.

If my spirit attribute continues to rise, say breaking through to 80 points, or even higher to 100 points.

With a larger total reservoir of spirit and control power, it might be possible to forcibly suppress the instability of the space channel and break through the five-coordinate limit.

Knock, knock, knock.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Fang Cheng’s thoughts.

"Brother Fang, are you up? Going to the canteen for breakfast?"

Lin Yue’s voice came through the door.

"I’m up, wait a moment."

Fang Cheng casually slipped the Silver Key into his pocket, turned around, and walked to the door, twisting the handle to open it.

Lin Yue stood outside the door, just about to greet him, but his nose twitched twice, and he leaned back:

"Whoa, Brother Cheng, did you go exercising again early in the morning? Why does it smell like sweat?"

"Didn’t go out, just moved around a bit in the room, did a hundred push-ups."

Fang Cheng smiled naturally.

Earlier while exercising underwater, although the moisture on his body was evaporated by the protective True Qi, the salt from the seawater clung to his skin.

Now, mixed with the sweat excreted from his body, it fermented into a strong sour and salty odor.

In Lin Yue’s uninformed eyes, he simply thought Fang Cheng had sweated a lot from exercise.

"Doing a hundred push-ups right after getting up, you are truly disciplined. No wonder you keep such a good shape. I can’t be bothered to move."

Lin Yue looked Fang Cheng over, genuinely admiring the bicep outlines on Fang Cheng’s arms.

He then waved his hand, urging:

"Come on, let’s hurry to grab seats; if we’re late, your favorite beef buns will be gone."

Fang Cheng nodded with a smile and stepped out of the room.

They chatted casually and walked side by side away from the dormitory building, heading along a tree-lined path toward the canteen.

Fang Cheng planned to first fill up at the canteen to replenish the much-needed energy for his body.

After breakfast, he would go back to the dormitory for a comfortable hot shower to wash off the sea salt and sweat.

Then, he would start his main job today at the rehabilitation center, using those patients with stubborn illnesses as targets to gain medical skill experience.

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In the treatment room of the rehabilitation center, a faint fragrance of burning moxa floated in the air.

An infrared therapy lamp stood at the foot of the bed, emitting a warm orange-red light.

Fang Cheng stood by the treatment bed, with his hands placed on the back of a young man lying face down.

His fingers slightly curved, the base of his palms pressed against the erector spinae muscles on either side of the man’s spine, applying pressure slowly along the muscle fibers.

At the points where his fingertips touched, the muscles were stiff like a piece of iron.

"Relax, take a deep breath, then exhale."

Fang Cheng instructed in a calm voice.

The man complied, letting out a long gust of stale air.

At the moment his breath emptied, Fang Cheng’s palms suddenly exerted force, pressing down on the jammed small joints, then opening up and pushing diagonally upward.

Crack.

A crisp sound of bone realignment echoed in the quiet room.

"Phew—"

The man on the bed immediately sighed in relief.

His previously tense shoulders slumped, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Get up and move around a bit,"

Fang Cheng withdrew his hands, turned to the nearby sink to wash them.

The man supported himself on the edge of the bed, sitting up straighter, and tentatively twisted his neck and spine.

The former piercing stiffness was gone, and the meridians in his whole back seemed to be suddenly opened up, with blood and energy flowing freely, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Doctor Fang, your skills are really impeccable!"

The man gave a thumbs-up, his tone full of genuine admiration:

"My back has been hurting for more than half a month; I’ve tried acupuncture and cupping, but they only work for a day or two. With just one press from you, my entire spine feels ten pounds lighter. Who knew bone setting could have such magical effects..."

Fang Cheng pulled out a tissue to dry his hands, explaining casually:

"Many people have misconceptions about bone setting, thinking it’s only for fractures or dislocations. But, for joint jamming after sprains, muscle stiffness, and deep fascial compression, bone setting and massage are mainstream treatments."

He threw the tissue into the trash, turned around, and continued:

"Often bones aren’t broken, just slightly misaligned. If this skeletal deviation isn’t corrected, the fascia will remain compressed."

"Compared to emergency bone setting, managing these chronic conditions, loosening and aligning the misaligned bone segments, is actually more difficult and tests the technique more."

The man nodded repeatedly as he listened, with a newfound respect in his eyes.

Fang Cheng maintained an outwardly calm demeanor, but inside he was well aware of this patient’s background.

Before the appointment, he reviewed the man’s file.

This person was named Liang Xiaotang, only twenty-five years old, and a Level One Officer in the Special Search Team’s intelligence department.

Holding firm at this level relied on high intelligence acumen and formidable individual combat skills.

His record included several first-class personal merits, making him a young officer intensively nurtured within the Special Search Team.

Young and successful, traces of arrogance were inevitable on him.

Half an hour ago when Liang Xiaotang first came in, he kept a cold face, his eyes glued to his phone screen the entire time.

He didn’t even glance at Fang Cheng, considering him just a regular massage technician.

But now, that arrogance had long vanished into thin air.

The change from haughty to humble didn’t surprise Fang Cheng.

People with real skills are welcomed everywhere.

Especially for someone like Liang Xiaotang, who had been working on the front lines for years, who among them didn’t have a few old injuries?

It’s absolutely a beneficial deal to make friends with a doctor adept in medical skills.

"You all are often out in the field, experiencing high mental stress and performing many explosive movements, putting far greater strain on your spine than common people—it’s a classic occupational illness."

Fang Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down, writing a few medical recommendations in the medical record:

"Generally, you can do more hanging stretches and reduce explosive anaerobic workouts."

"In our field, where do we find spare time for maintenance? When emergencies arise, we just have to push on; there’s no choice."

Liang Xiaotang gave a wry smile and shook his head, his tone now more familiar:

"Doctor Fang, my body will surely need your help often in the future."

"It’s my duty. You can rest here a while before going."

Fang Cheng closed the medical record, stood, and bade farewell.

Then he pushed the door open and went outside.

The spacious corridor was lined with non-slip mats, and the air was filled with a faint scent of disinfectant.

Several wheelchairs were parked at the edge of the walkway, and sunlight streaming through the glass windows at the end lit up half of the wall.

"Doctor Fang, good morning."

A nurse carrying a tray of medicine passed by, smiling and greeting him.

"Morning."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Several patients in hospital gowns halted as they saw Fang Cheng, greeting him warmly.

Most of them had benefited from Fang Cheng’s treatment and respected the young doctor from the heart.

Fang Cheng remained polite and acknowledged each one with a nod.

At the end of the corridor by the elevator, he pressed the down arrow.

Ding.

The metal elevator doors slid open.

The elevator was empty except for a young man in a hospital gown with a cast on his leg, sitting in a wheelchair.

Fang Cheng stepped inside and turned to press the button for the 3rd floor.

He planned to check on Lin Xuhao’s recovery progress.

Earlier, while organizing files in the office, Lin Xuhao had given him a mysterious call, insisting on introducing a beauty to him and urging him to make time to stop by the third-floor ward.

Fang Cheng considered it a joke, but since he was heading downstairs anyway, he might as well visit the ward on his way.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and it began its smooth descent.

Fang Cheng stood quietly with his arms relaxed by his sides.

At that moment, a thought crossed his mind, and a faint blue light screen, visible only to him, quietly appeared before his eyes.

[You completed an intensive bone setting and fascial alignment, Bone Setting experience +5]

[Congratulations, through unyielding effort, your skill has reached Master Level]

[Bone Setting Level 2 (0/500)]

[Obtained Enhancement Reward One, Temporary Solidification Upgrade]

[Obtained Enhancement Reward Two, Spirit Attribute +3]