Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1149 - 560_2

"Chairman, I think the same."

Ah Le gritted his teeth and recounted his experiences on the way:

"At that time, I escaped alone, afraid to return to the gang for reinforcements, fearing I might fall right into the hands of the mole."

"With no other option, I went to the Shen Family Ancestral Mansion, but I didn’t even get through the door; the housekeeper directly kicked me out..."

At the mention of "Shen Family Ancestral Mansion," Shen Wei’s gaze darkened, and he lowered his eyes, silent.

Seeing Shen Wei looking somewhat desolate, Ah Le quickly shifted the topic:

"I was really at a dead end at that time, desperate, then I suddenly thought of how you always spoke highly of Mr. Fang, saying he’s extraordinary."

"So I came with a try-my-luck mindset to seek rescue, and fortunately, Mr. Fang chivalrously offered help... otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Shen Wei took a deep breath, suppressing the disappointment in his heart, lifted his head again, and his tone turned cold:

"There’s another thing, it turns out that the Flying Crane Gang is backed by the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps."

"It’s them?"

Ah Le was stunned, then suddenly understood:

"No wonder these bastards have become so arrogant lately, snatching our East City Association’s territories everywhere, turns out they’ve gotten Bloodthorn’s backing!"

Murderous intent surged in Ah Le’s eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly:

"Damn it, those fawning dogs, once I’m healed, I’ll personally take out their gang leader and tear apart that backstabbing traitor!"

"No rush."

Shen Wei sneered, a restrained anger in his eyes:

"Now that I’m back alive, some scores can be settled slowly."

"In the next couple of days, that mole will surely stir up trouble while I’m absent; once he makes a move, his hidden tail will surely show..."

As he spoke, Shen Wei suddenly grunted dully, a layer of cold sweat seeping on his forehead, his face turning pale.

"Chairman, what’s wrong?"

Seeing this, Ah Le was immediately aghast.

"The leg... there’s a problem."

Shen Wei bent down, rolled up his left pant leg.

Ah Le looked closely and gasped.

Shen Wei’s calf was swollen like a purple-black steamed bun.

The leg bone was twisted, clearly a severe closed fracture.

After the rough escape, the soft tissue around the fracture was seriously engorged.

If not treated promptly, if the blood vessels are compressed and cause necrosis, this leg would need amputation.

Ah Le’s eyes turned red, he struggled to get up:

"Let me... let me take a look, I know a bit of first aid..."

"Enough, your own injuries haven’t healed, let me do it."

At this moment, Fang Cheng walked over, holding a medical kit he had just found in the cabinet.

He squatted in front of Shen Wei, taking out iodine, gauze, medical cotton swabs, and splints specifically for fractures.

Then he glanced at the injured leg, nodded secretly in his heart.

Such a serious injury, the old man didn’t utter a word along the way, truly a tough guy.

"Bear with it, it’s going to hurt a bit."

Fang Cheng said in a deep voice, picking up a cotton swab dip in iodine, carefully cleaning the dirt and bleeding at the wound.

"Go ahead, Brother Fang, I can endure it."

Shen Wei nodded, unfazed.

Once the wound was clean, Fang Cheng placed his hand on Shen Wei’s calf, pressing gently.

The feedback from his fingertip touch made the position of the fractured bone vividly appear in his mind.

Fracture of the tibia, slightly dislocated, fortunately not shattered.

"Mr. Fang, you also know medicine?"

Seeing this, Shen Wei’s eyes flashed with surprise.

"A long illness makes the doctor, and martial artists can’t do without knowing Bone Setting."

Fang Cheng casually explained.

His expression suddenly sharpened, and he clamped down on Shen Wei’s ankle and below the knee like iron tongs.

He then rotated, pushed, lifted, the movements crisp and neat.

Crack!

A clear sound of bone joint snapping back together was heard.

"Uh!"

The veins on Shen Wei’s neck bulged, and a painful groan escaped his throat, gritting his teeth to hold back from making a sound.

"Done."

Fang Cheng’s movements were swift. Taking advantage of the moment the bone was set, he quickly fixed the injured leg with a splint, wrapping it tightly with a bandage.

Ah Le watched in wide-eyed amazement.

The skillful and proficient technique was like that of a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

More professional and efficient than the doctors at their gang’s black market clinic.

Fang Cheng supported Shen Wei’s leg, lowered his head, and checked the fix. A faint light flashed before his eyes.

[Bone Setting Experience +15]

[Bone Setting lv1 (72/250)]

Seeing the prompt information appear, he slightly smiled at the corner of his mouth, clapped his hands, and stood up, packing up the medical kit while seriously instructing:

"Take it easy these days, don’t put weight on it."

"If the bone heals quickly, in about two months, you should be able to start moving slowly."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang."

Shen Wei wiped his cold sweat, looking at his already well-treated left leg, feeling immensely grateful.

"Stay here tonight then."

Fang Cheng then pointed at the room and said:

"My mother went to visit my maternal grandfather’s house, won’t be back soon, no one to disturb, and it’s relatively safe."

"Much obliged."

Shen Wei wasn’t pretentious and nodded:

"I won’t say thanks for saving my life, but once I clean up the house and catch the traitor, I must repay Mr. Fang properly."

"Tomorrow, I’ll go find ’Rat Qiang’.

Ah Le interjected, his voice weak but with a fierce undertone:

"That kid is a small-time leader at the bottom; not much interest involved, plus he owes me a favor, he’s tight-lipped."

"Having him scout the news in the gang is the best fit; by then, we’ll naturally know which scumbag betrayed us."