Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1536 - 738_2

"Ahhao has been praising you over the phone these past few days, saying you’re unique in the heavens and earth. I’m glad to finally meet you today."

"Hello, Officer Cheng. Brother Hao overpraised me, I’m just doing my job."

Fang Cheng reached out and lightly shook her hand, briefly touching and then releasing.

The woman’s palm was slightly cool, her skin seemed fair and tender, but there was a thin callus on her fingertips and thumb base.

Clearly an imprint from years of holding a gun.

Fang Cheng smoothly retracted his hand, his gaze naturally darting across her face.

Inside, he had long recognized the identity of the woman before him.

Compared to that rainy night a few months ago, Cheng Leyi now appeared much less disheveled.

Her attractive face reflected composure and confidence, with bright, spirited eyes.

Her physique was well-proportioned and tall, exhibiting the tautness and health from years of training, yet her skin was incredibly fair.

Especially those straight, long legs under the blue denim skirt, so strikingly white in the sunlight.

While Fang Cheng secretly observed the familiar face from the past.

Cheng Leyi was also carefully scrutinizing the young doctor before her.

His frame was tall and upright, clad in a tidy white coat, his face handsome and demeanor cultured.

Yet, those eyes appeared exceptionally deep, standing there with a maturity beyond his age.

Unexpectedly, staring at Fang Cheng’s broad shoulder contour, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, like she’d seen a similar build somewhere.

Fang Cheng paid no mind to Cheng Leyi’s evaluating gaze, he nodded slightly to acknowledge her, then turned his attention to Lin Xuhao as the patient.

"Take off your shirt, I’ll give you another therapy session, aiming to eliminate the root cause of the problem."

Fang Cheng’s tone was calm, with a distinctive professional tone.

"Sure, sorry for the trouble, Brother Fang."

Lin Xuhao was very cooperative, without a word he kicked off his slippers.

Then he unbuttoned his patient gown, revealing a muscular build and thick chest hair, obediently lying prone on the hospital bed.

Fang Cheng stood by the bed, extended his hands, palms on Lin Xuhao’s broad back.

Then spread his fingers, applying pressure along the muscles on either side of the spine, as he began to ask:

"How has your body felt these past few days? Still experiencing that needle-like stabbing pain or the numb, cold symptoms?"

"It’s not cold anymore, and the numb feeling has completely subsided."

Lin Xuhao turned his head, his face against the pillow as he replied:

"It’s just that when I get up in the morning, my left shoulder blade feels a bit tight, if I make an effort to lift my arm upwards, there’s a slight soreness in the joint socket."

Fang Cheng nodded, mentally noting it.

He slightly increased the force of his hands, his thumbs precisely pressing into the junction of the trapezius and rhomboid muscles on Lin Xuhao’s left side.

With the force from his finger joints, true qi injected in, the previously hard-knotted muscles were gradually kneaded open.

With the support of master-level bone-setting skills, Fang Cheng, guided by tactile feedback from his hands alone, could mentally reconstruct the muscle pathways under Lin Xuhao’s skin and skeletal structure.

Soon, he discovered that the deep fascia of Lin Xuhao’s shoulder joint still had some adhesion.

This should be a residual issue from previous assaults, when it was affected by penetrating cold.

Fang Cheng held his breath and concentrated, his movements suddenly accelerating.

Sometimes using the palm base to press the Da Zhui acupoint, sometimes aligning his index and middle fingers, transforming them into a nail shape, precisely targeting major acupoints like Jian Jing and Qu Chi.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The dull thudding resonated in the ward.

Every time his fingertips landed, Lin Xuhao’s body would instinctively tremble slightly with the force, followed by a gratifying muted grunt.

Sitting nearby, Cheng Leyi kept her gaze fixed on Fang Cheng’s back.

Even through that slightly loose white coat, she could still discern the broad, upright contour of the young doctor’s shoulders and back.

Especially during the massage exertions, the muscles on Fang Cheng’s arms became faintly visible, exuding a strong core control power.

This did not look like the physique of an ordinary doctor accustomed to sitting for consultations.

Cheng Leyi’s eyes were becoming increasingly filled with curiosity.

This morning, she had deliberately taken the time to visit the injured and hospitalized Lin Xuhao.

During their casual conversation, Lin Xuhao mysteriously bragged about a young doctor at the rehabilitation center.

Upon hearing the name "Fang Cheng" and mentioning his previous residence in the tubular building on Old Factory Street, Cheng Leyi immediately recalled.

Earlier this year, the Special Search Team monitored the Old Factory Street area in pursuit of the mysterious strongman codenamed "White Owl."

Fang Cheng was among those they focused on at that time.

But who would have thought, that young man who appeared so ordinary with his early morning exercise routine, would reappear before them?

Not only did he successfully pass the public examination, join the rehabilitation center of the Special Search Team system, becoming their colleague, but also showcased such extraordinary medical talent.

Fate works in mysterious ways; no one can foresee its twists.

Yet Cheng Leyi, with her professional instincts, developed a keen interest in this coincidence.

Under her probing, Lin Xuhao thus borrowed the excuse of lingering soreness in his body, and specifically called Fang Cheng over for a face-to-face.

At this moment, witnessing Fang Cheng’s near-artistic proficiency firsthand, Cheng Leyi couldn’t help but ask:

"Doctor Fang, your medical skill is truly eye-opening."

"Nowadays, it’s rare to find young people who have mastered traditional massage and acupoint techniques to this extent. Where did you learn it, or is it from your family heritage?"

Fang Cheng’s movements did not pause at all, responding naturally:

"No family heritage, I used to enjoy reading ancient medical texts in school and taught myself medicine."

"Later, when I joined the rehabilitation center, I learned from the old expert Master Sun in our department for a while. Plus, my strength is greater than ordinary folks, and my sensitivity is keen, suitable for handling bruises and injuries like these."

This explanation was reasonable and raised no questions.

But Cheng Leyi did not stop there, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and casually continued:

"Indeed, having strength is an advantage. Dr. Fang, with your physique, you must have put in considerable effort in the gym, haven’t you? Have you practiced any fighting skill or similar?"

Fang Cheng switched to kneading with both hands, his palms generating heat on Lin Xuhao’s shoulder joint, speeding up blood circulation.

He turned his face partially, meeting Cheng Leyi’s probing eyes, his lips curving into a gentle smile:

"Officer Cheng, you jest, I’m an office-bound doctor, why learn fighting skill?"

"I just have a habit of morning exercise, like doing push-ups and pull-ups, these basic exercises to maintain wrist strength."

"After all, bone-setting massage requires physical stamina, facing muscular patients like Brother Hao, it takes some effort to press them."

"I see."

Cheng Leyi nodded thoughtfully; within seconds, however, she abruptly shifted her line of questioning:

"I hear Dr. Fang used to live on Jiangbei Old Factory Street, in January this year, there was a series of serial murder cases in that area, did you notice anything peculiar around you?"

"For example, hearing strange sounds late at night, encountering strangers with exceptional skills, or neighbors with odd behaviors?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuhao turned his ears slightly, appearing curious but remained silent.

Fang Cheng paused his massage movements.

He straightened up, grabbed a towel from the nearby rack, wiped away the sweat on his forehead, his face reflecting just the right mix of reminiscence and puzzlement:

"January? The tubular building on Old Factory Street had poor sound insulation, it was quite common to hear feral cats at night, occasionally there would be drunken punks causing a ruckus in the alleys."

"As for running into strangers or neighbors with exceptional skills, I’ve never seen any..."

Fang Cheng shook his head, puzzledly asking:

"Officer Cheng, is there new evidence in the serial murder case, do you have hope of catching that murderer and bringing him to justice?"

His eyes were candid, and his questioning tone carried the curiosity of an ordinary citizen about security incidents.