Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1538 - 739:

After finishing a cup of tea, Fang Cheng stood up and threw the empty paper cup into the trash can.

"It’s getting late, there are still many medical records to organize in the department, I’ll head back first."

He straightened his clothes and bid farewell to the two people.

Lin Xuhao and Cheng Leyi stood up together to see him off.

"Take care, Brother Fang. Once I’m discharged, I must treat you to a grand feast!"

Lin Xuhao said, waving his hand at the door.

"No need to see me out."

Fang Cheng nodded at the two of them, turned, and walked out of the ward.

As the sound of his leather shoes echoed on the tile floor, his tall figure gradually moved away until it turned into the stairwell, completely disappearing from sight.

Cheng Leyi stood at the ward door, arms crossed, her gaze lingering on the corner where Fang Cheng disappeared, not retracting for a long time.

Lin Xuhao turned his head and, seeing Cheng Leyi’s dazed expression, waved his fingers in front of her eyes twice.

"He’s long gone and you’re still looking? What, the elegant queen of the Action Department has taken a fancy to our young and handsome Doctor Fang?"

He grinned and joked:

"If you’re really interested, I can help set you up another day?"

Cheng Leyi snapped back to reality, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks for no reason.

She then glared at Lin Xuhao with mild annoyance, kicking his calf:

"What nonsense are you talking about! Expecting ivory from a dog’s mouth."

Lin Xuhao, with his thick skin, didn’t feel any pain from the kick, only chuckling away.

Cheng Leyi restrained the anger on her face, as her brows furrowed once more.

She turned her head to look at the empty hallway, her voice lowering:

"I’m not joking with you. Ahhao, don’t you feel... that there is a very familiar aura around Doctor Fang?"

"Familiar? Of course, it’s familiar."

Lin Xuhao, unconcerned, walked to the bedside table and took a bite out of an apple:

"Didn’t I just say, during the surveillance mission at Old Factory Street earlier this year, he was one of our observation targets. You’ve seen him several times through the binoculars; of course, he seems familiar."

"Not that kind of familiar."

Cheng Leyi shook her head, images of Fang Cheng’s back during the massage and his calm demeanor while talking replaying in her mind.

That feeling is hard to accurately describe with words.

It wasn’t just the physical resemblance, but a powerful qi field beneath the calm exterior.

Like deep undercurrents surging beneath a calm sea surface.

The answers Fang Cheng gave in the ward were impeccable.

Yet, the more perfect his answers, the stronger her inexplicable intuition grew.

"What kind of familiar, then?"

Lin Xuhao swallowed the apple in his mouth, mumbling with a puzzled face.

Cheng Leyi bit her lower lip, not answering immediately.

The detailed intuition of a woman, coupled with the keen sense developed from years on the edge of life and death, made her feelings towards this young Doctor Fang extremely contradictory.

Clearly, all logic and background checks prove that he is just a skilled ordinary doctor.

Yet she feels as if beneath that white coat hides a beast ready to tear its prey apart at any moment.

"Forget it, maybe I haven’t rested well lately, my nerves are too sensitive."

Cheng Leyi sighed, forcibly suppressing the unrealistic speculations in her mind.

She turned to Lin Xuhao, her expression reverting to work seriousness:

"Let’s not talk about him. You almost violated confidentiality discipline earlier by spilling team action plans."

"Be more discreet in the future. It’s lucky I was here; if someone else heard and reported it, would you still want to wear your uniform?"

Hearing this, Lin Xuhao shrank his neck, somewhat guilty, tossing the apple core in his hand into the trash can.

"I was only being quick-tongued because Brother Fang seems nice and skilled, after all. Plus, he’s an internal personnel of our Special Search Team, not exactly an outsider..."

Halfway through, seeing Cheng Leyi’s sharpening gaze, his voice trailed off to a whisper, finally holding up his left hand in a vow gesture.

"Alright, alright, I promise to lock my mouth next time, not letting a single word slip out, okay?"

Seeing his demeanor, Cheng Leyi didn’t probe deeper, her tone softening slightly:

"Regarding the selection matter, since you’ve mostly recovered, start your rehabilitation training in the next couple of days."

"I’ll put your name up, and whether you can secure a spot to the Otherworld depends on your own skills."

"Don’t worry, watch my performance!"

Lin Xuhao sat upright, forcefully patting his chest with his mostly healed left hand.

When mentioning the upcoming selection action, the earlier awkwardness disappeared, and a strong battle spirit reignited in his eyes.

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By evening, the sky over Guilan District was dyed a shade of orange-red by the setting sun.

The sea shimmered with fragmented golden light under the sunset, as the waves gently lapped against the coastline.

In front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, the warm red glow cast a diagonal hue on the floor, accentuating the solitude and coldness of the empty apartment.

The room was empty of people, and a thin layer of dust covered the surfaces of all furniture.

In the middle of the living room hung a black heavy punching bag, casting a long, mountain-like shadow in the twilight.

Click.

The lock of the door suddenly clicked.

A tall figure stepped inside, carrying two bulging plastic shopping bags in hand.

"Wow, after two weeks of vacancy, the place’s developed quite a smell."

Fang Cheng exhaled, casually shutting the door behind him.

The air carried a stuffy and stale scent from long unoccupation.

Yet the setup within the room hadn’t changed since his vacation to Yong’an Island.

At the entrance, Fang Cheng bent down to change into slippers, then carried the bags through the entryway straight to the kitchen.

Against the wall beside the kitchen stood a double-door horizontal large-capacity freezer.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to open the freezer door, and a burst of cold air immediately gushed out, white mist spreading instantly.

His eyes quickly scanned over it, finding nearly half of the stock remaining inside.

On the middle shelf neatly arranged were frozen beef chunks, marinated chicken breast, and several boxes of well-sealed high-protein seafood pies and instant dumplings.

Fortunately, they’re all frozen goods, perfectly fine after half a month of storage.

Fang Cheng placed the shopping bags on the counter, sorting the ingredients he bought on the way home today.

He first took out the freshly bought milk, eggs, and a few packs of fresh green peppers and garlic sprouts.

Then he arranged the cut lean pork and lamb chops on the middle shelf.

Finally, he placed dozens of packs of easy-to-store freeze-dried cheese cubes and braised drumsticks, and egg yolk buns in the metal hanging basket.

Looking at the once half-empty freezer now packed to the brim, Fang Cheng felt a hint of satisfaction.

As long as his Body Attributes don’t break through the extreme limits, triggering a mad appetite, these reserves could sustain his home consumption smoothly for several days.

Towards the end, Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the stockpile area at the bottom of the freezer.

There lay a piece of meat wrapped tightly in multiple layers of cling film.

The meat bore a deep, dark red hue, its texture intertwined closely.

Even through the frost, a faint enticing bloody aroma was noticeable.

It was mutant Crawling Beast Meat he’d brought back from the Wasteland World.

This kind of meat contained extraordinary Life Energy, extremely nourishing for ordinary people, even tantamount to deadly poisons.

Each time he consumed it, Fang Cheng would slice off just a small piece, leaving about eight to nine pounds remaining to this day.

"For dinner, I’ll make stir-fried Crawling Beast Meat with green peppers and garlic sprouts."

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, reaching to take out the meat and then placing it in the kitchen sink to thaw.

After setting the meat, he didn’t rush to cook but carried a basin to the bathroom and filled it with a half basin of water, and fetched a clean cloth.

He then moistened the cloth, wrung it out, and began wiping the coffee table, TV cabinet, and the heavy black punching bag in the living room.

The cloth wiped away the dust instantaneously.

After cleaning the furniture, he then began cleaning the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and finally, took a mop to thoroughly clean both the living room and bedroom floors.