Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 963 - 483

The morning light pierced through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the luxurious hotel room.

A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, intertwined with the aroma of incense in the room, diluting the bloody scent left from last night’s battle.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling window was a clear blue sky, with the shimmering Cuihai below.

Several white boats, like leisurely swans, slowly created ripples on the turquoise lake, their trails gradually dispersing.

"Look, look! There’s a woman in a bikini on that yacht, seems like she’s shooting an ad?"

Pan Wendi held up a high-power telescope, nearly pressing half his body against the glass.

His eyes were wide open, his tone full of the excitement of discovering a new continent.

Bai Ling tiptoed, trying to squeeze beneath his arm to share the same view:

"Where? Let me see!"

Pan Wendi didn’t even turn his head, blocking her with his arm, muttering:

"Shoo, shoo, little girl, what does looking at beauties have to do with you? What’s the fuss?"

"You’re so silly!"

Bai Ling, unconvinced, placed her hands on her hips, snorting lightly:

"Where there’s a beauty, there’s bound to be handsome men around, that’s called the law of attraction, don’t you know?"

"Not necessarily."

Pan Wendi finally lowered his telescope a bit, turned his head, raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile:

"I just saw, beside the beauty stands a... hmm, a pot-bellied, balding director."

"Tch!"

Bai Ling deflated like a popped balloon, muttering "how boring" under her breath and walked away glumly.

The commotion by the window didn’t affect the calm atmosphere in the living room at all.

Fang Cheng, bare-chested, leaned against the ivory leather sofa.

Lin Chuqiao knelt on the carpet in front of him, her long hair loosely tied at the back of her head, focused on treating the man’s injured right arm.

A small table in front of her was neatly arranged with an open medical box, containing cotton balls, gauze, ointment, tweezers, and more.

Fang Cheng’s right arm looked exceptionally gruesome.

In many places, the skin was charred and wrinkled, as if scorched by high temperatures.

Around it was obvious swelling, and even a light touch would seep out fine beads of blood.

These were relatively minor; worse were the crisscrossing lacerations.

The wounds, intricately like a spider’s web, almost covered the entire arm, with the deepest parts even revealing the stark white bone.

It seemed as if countless sharp blades had simultaneously stabbed and sliced, leaving the muscular tissue turned outward.

The edges were still stained with dried dark red blood, intertwined with the charred skin, looking particularly hideous.

Lin Chuqiao, using tweezers, picked up a cotton ball soaked in iodine, and her movements were as gentle as handling a rare treasure.

"Bear with it..."

Seeing such terrifying injuries, her face was full of pity as she softly instructed.

At the moment the cotton ball touched the wound, a sharp pain instantly burst forth.

Fang Cheng’s muscles instinctively tensed, his brows furrowing, but he didn’t utter a sound.

His expression remained composed, only his gaze falling on the woman in front of him.

Lin Chuqiao slightly tilted her head, a few strands of hair slipping from behind her ear, draping onto her smooth cheek.

The morning light outlined her delicate features, her skin had a fine luster.

Her long eyelashes cast small fan-shaped shadows on her eyelids, trembling slightly with her gentle movements.

Her lips were naturally pale pink, now tightly pressed together, even her breathing was kept extremely light.

She seemed afraid of disrupting the precision in her hands, causing Fang Cheng more pain.

Neither of them uttered a word, making the atmosphere rather solemn.

"Hiss..."

Fang Cheng deliberately sucked in a breath, speaking with a teasing tone:

"No need to be so meticulous, speed up, and I’ll suffer less."

"Brother Cheng, you mustn’t be careless about this."

Lin Chuqiao immediately lifted her gaze, her clear eyes filled not with jest, but with seriousness:

"Otherwise, if the wound isn’t properly treated, bacteria will breed, the infection will spread, and this arm will be useless."

Though her tone carried a slight reproach, her actions were increasingly gentle.

After cleaning one wound, she immediately switched to a cotton swab, carefully dabbing away the surrounding bloodstains.

The meticulousness and patience she showed seemed like restoring a broken piece of art.

Once the disinfection was done, she then opened a tube of ointment, squeezing the translucent gel onto her fingertip.

"I went to several pharmacies to find this special ointment, said to be very effective for burns and cuts."

As she spoke, she gently blew on the wound, seemingly trying to make the impending pain more bearable.

Her index finger was slender and fair, the nail trimmed round and clean.

The cool ointment on her fingertip touched the wound.

Fang Cheng could clearly feel the faint medicinal aroma and the warmth of her fingertips, and inexplicably, he felt at peace.

The initially tense body, under the soothing caress, gradually relaxed as well.

This was at the Four Seasons Hotel by the Cuihai Lake, the hotel they checked into upon reaching Tian Nan Province.

After driving away that mysterious strongman last night, Fang Cheng, stark naked, fell from the sky onto a chaotic street.

Though it was dawn, the explosion, as terrifying as a missile attack, still alarmed countless citizens.

Many onlookers quickly gathered around, phones in hand, exclaiming repeatedly.

To avoid attention, he hadn’t returned to Haoting Hotel, opting instead to leave the battle zone immediately.

He encountered a thug attempting to loot amidst the chaos on the way, borrowing a full set of clothing from him.