Chapter 7

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Everyone looked at Wang Cheng.

The man who had been guarding Liu Qing's side immediately glared at Wang Cheng and shouted, "Whose kid are you? What are you looking at? What do you understand? Go play somewhere else."

Zhang Qiangyuan, who hadn't left yet, also shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Kid, don't just want to be in the spotlight. You think you're great just because you've learned a little bit. If something happens, you'll be in trouble, and you'll ruin Old Li's reputation. Old Li, aren't you going to do something about this?"

Zhang Xuan tugged at Wang Cheng's arm, signaling him not to step forward. She didn't think Wang Cheng could really do anything, especially since even Old Li had shaken his head. However, she didn't understand why Wang Cheng, who was usually so quiet and low-key, would step forward at this moment.

Old Li remained calm and didn't comment on Zhang Qiangyuan's words, staying silent.

Wang Cheng ignored Zhang Qiangyuan and said to the man, "If you want Liu Qing to be fine, let me handle it."

The man and his companions were about to speak, but Old Li finally spoke, saying, "Let him try. I can't do it. Otherwise, you'll have to carry him away and prepare for the funeral."

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Zhang Qiangyuan hurriedly said to Old Li, "Old Li, how can you do this? This is a matter of life and death, not a game. This kid is only a few years old. He doesn't even know the herbs, how can he save someone?"

Old Li shook his head at Zhang Qiangyuan and ignored him. Zhang Qiangyuan was at a loss, after all, this was Old Li's territory, and he couldn't force his way in. If he did, he might become an enemy of Old Li, and he would need Old Li's help in the future, so he couldn't do that.

"How do you know my brother doesn't know the herbs? I think you don't know, hmpf."

The little girl, Wang Yuanyuan, glared at Zhang Qiangyuan and said indignantly, defending her brother.

"Old Li, are you saying Master Liu?"

The man, hearing Old Li's words, was full of anger and sorrow, thinking Master Liu was dead.

They were all martial artists and naturally understood some basic knowledge. No pulse, no heartbeat, what else could it be if not death?

Wang Cheng stepped up to Liu Qing and said, "Not necessarily."

Li Mushan and Feng Xihe stepped aside to see what this young man would do. Zhang Qiangyuan's face was heavy, and he was already prepared. If someone really died under this young man's hands, he would call the police and testify that it was the young man's own actions, not related to Old Li. He thought Old Li would remember his good deed, preserving the reputation of Renhe Hall, making it easier to recruit Old Li next time.

The other disciples of the Six Harmonies Boxing Club also stepped aside, intimidated by the aura Wang Cheng displayed, naturally not daring to block his way.

Wang Cheng found it somewhat amusing inside, not as serious as the others, because he knew Liu Qing was definitely not dead. He hadn't expected that the joke he and Daoist Changhe played back then would lead to this, sending him a hot potato that he had to handle, or he wouldn't have wanted to be in the spotlight.

He had to act.

A month ago, Wang Cheng came down from Wu Sheng Mountain and treated a master from a Tai Chi Boxing Club at Renhe Hall. The injury was caused by a special martial arts technique from the Zangding Temple on Wu Sheng Mountain, which no one else could treat except the experts on Wu Sheng Mountain. Wang Cheng had stayed at the Zangding Temple for two months, practicing martial arts with the other Taoists every day and studying the temple's texts, thoroughly understanding their martial arts. He easily cured the Tai Chi master, who then challenged Daoist Changhe again and spread the news.

Now, Daoist Changhe had beaten Liu Qing to the point of being between life and death, specifically mentioning that he should be sent to Renhe Hall, clearly because of the incident a month ago.

The unique martial arts techniques of Wu Sheng Mountain were not something anyone could learn, let alone understand deeply. Untangling the injuries caused by these techniques was even more difficult.

Wang Cheng knew this was a test from Daoist Changhe.

A test of how well the doctor at Renhe Hall understood the martial arts of Wu Sheng Mountain. This time, the injury was more severe, almost fatal.

Seeing Wang Cheng's calm demeanor, everyone felt more at ease. This is why most doctors give a calm and composed impression, as it makes patients and their families feel more secure and naturally trust them.

Wang Cheng extended his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and extended his thumb, pressing firmly on several major acupoints on Liu Qing's chest. The effect was obvious. As Wang Cheng's thumb pressed down, Liu Qing's pale face gradually improved, gaining a hint of redness, and the pallor began to fade.

He pressed a total of ten major acupoints, and finally, Wang Cheng struck the Zhanzhong point with his fist.

*Slap!*

Everyone was stunned, including the national-level TCM expert Li Mushan, because this massage technique seemed to have no method, and all the points were important chest acupoints. Even Li Mushan wouldn't dare to stimulate so many major points on the chest, as it could cause severe organ reactions, leading to death.

However, as Wang Cheng's fist struck, Liu Qing, lying on the stretcher, suddenly sat up, spitting out a mouthful of blood that shot out several meters, splattering on the ground in the shape of arrows, indicating the accumulation of qi in his organs.

"Damn, that hurts."

Liu Qing muttered.

His consciousness was still in the state of the match with Daoist Changhe. The martial arts style of Daoist Changhe was not part of the three major internal martial arts systems. The final move had knocked him unconscious, causing intense pain.

Even in his unconscious state, the pain still lingered, showing how severe it was.

"Master Liu, you're awake? Are you okay?"

The man who had been guarding him was overjoyed and helped Liu Qing up.

Liu Qing finally came to his senses, looked around, and realized he had been injured and brought to Renhe Hall. He quickly jumped down, still agile, and bowed to Li Mushan, saying, "Thank you, Old Li, for saving my life. These guys must have offended you. Please don't take it to heart. I apologize on their behalf."

Liu Qing was not a hothead. He knew his dozen or so disciples had fiery tempers and hoped they wouldn't offend this elderly man, or it would be hard for them to get by in Jiangzhou.

Old Li waved his hand. Over the years, he had seen everything and didn't mind such small matters. He said, "The one who saved you wasn't me, but him."

He pointed at Wang Cheng.

Liu Qing's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "It's you, Little Orange. Did you really save me?"

Zhang Xuan was speechless. How did everyone seem to know this guy?

Wang Cheng had worked as a helper at the Six Harmonies Boxing Club and naturally knew Liu Qing. He had even sought advice from Liu Qing and other masters about Xingyi Quan, asking very critical questions, leaving a deep impression. Unfortunately, Wang Cheng's body was too weak at the time, so he could only practice but not fight, which was a regret for Liu Qing and the other masters, wasting a good talent.

Wang Cheng met Liu Qing's gaze and smiled, "I saved you, but it was an accident. It seems Daoist Changhe is deliberately making things difficult for me."

"Don't go to Zangding Temple again. Next time, I might not be able to save you."

That set of techniques was Wang Cheng's current limit, one of the unique secrets of Wu Sheng Mountain's martial arts. He hadn't mastered the deeper aspects of Wu Sheng Mountain's martial arts, so he couldn't understand all the secrets and techniques. If Daoist Changhe made it even harder next time, he would be at a loss. He didn't want others to suffer because of his hidden competition with Daoist Changhe, as a small mistake could cost lives.

Liu Qing laughed and said, "I've already failed, so I won't go again. Little Orange, thank you for saving me this time. If I hadn't, I would have been in big trouble. Next time you come to the boxing club, I'll teach you a few moves."

He knew his own condition. If he had woken up any later, even a god couldn't have saved him. It was fortunate that Wang Cheng was there, sparing him from a certain death.

Otherwise, although Daoist Changhe didn't intend to kill him and sent him to Renhe Hall to find the person who had untangled his technique, how would he know who that person was? He subconsciously thought it was Li Mushan, but it was actually Wang Cheng, who couldn't always be at Renhe Hall.

So, Liu Qing's survival was truly a matter of fate.

After seeing off Liu Qing and his group, Renhe Hall returned to its usual quiet.

Zhang Qiangyuan's face was red with embarrassment. Seeing Wang Yuanyuan's open disdain, he knew he couldn't stay and hurriedly said to Old Li, "Old Li, I'll visit you another time." Without waiting for Old Li's response, he turned and left.

A young man at the door, who had come with Liu Qing, recognized Zhang Qiangyuan and couldn't help but say, "Master Liu, that's the director of the city hospital."

Another young man laughed, "The city hospital, what else can they do besides cheat the common people?"

"They can treat colds."

"No, they turn colds into terminal illnesses and give you imported medicine and IVs, directly injecting the drugs into your bloodstream. It's hard for them not to cure you."

The director of the hospital heard all this and was furious but didn't dare to react, as the martial artists were telling the truth. He coldly snorted and hurriedly called a car and left.

Wang Cheng and Old Li sat down.

The waiter brought tea for Wang Cheng, Zhang Xuan, and Wang Yuanyuan, and Li Mushan. Li Mushan curiously asked, "Xiao Cheng, what technique did you use just now?"

"Unique technique, and a martial arts technique. It's normal that you don't understand, Old Li."

Wang Cheng didn't hide it but didn't explain in detail, as it was a unique technique of Wu Sheng Mountain. If it spread through him, Daoist Changhe would definitely cripple him.

Li Mushan, being a wise man, immediately realized it was a unique technique of Wu Sheng Mountain and said, "What's wrong with that old Taoist?"

He thought Daoist Changhe had really intended to kill, which Wang Cheng didn't know about the incident a month ago.

Wang Cheng smiled bitterly, "I don't know either. I guess he wants to test Renhe Hall and your skills, Old Li."

"My skills, that old Taoist already knows. I don't understand their Wu Sheng Mountain martial arts. How did you learn to untangle it?"

Li Mushan asked curiously. He had known Daoist Changhe when he was young and understood each other's strengths, recognizing each other as top masters in the country, though they were unknown due to their seclusion on Wu Sheng Mountain.

Wang Cheng truthfully said, "I learned it on Wu Sheng Mountain. I've met Daoist Changhe a few times but never had the chance to learn martial arts from him."

Li Mushan laughed, "That old Taoist, besides being superstitious, only knows a few tricks."

"Will you come and sit in my clinic next semester?"

Li Mushan then asked.

He intended to have Wang Cheng sit in the clinic, becoming a real doctor who could diagnose and prescribe. The procedures could be handled by him with a call to the city government.

Only he knew how deep Wang Cheng's medical skills were. He didn't want Wang Cheng to be buried.

As for school?

It's fine not to go.

Wang Cheng laughed and finished his tea, saying, "Old Li, spare me. If I sit here, people will see a kid and run away, ruining your reputation. I'm a student now, and my task is to study well. I have the college entrance exam next semester, aiming to get into a prestigious university, find a good job, save money to buy a house, pay the down payment, and then trick a girlfriend into marrying me. We'll happily pay off the mortgage for the rest of our lives."

"Life is without regrets~!"

Wang Cheng sighed, looking as if he had already lived a full life.

Old Li also smiled bitterly, gently patting the boy's head, and said, "You sly one, if you don't want to come, that's fine. Studying well is also a path."

"What a pity!"

What he was sorry for, he didn't say, but both he and Wang Cheng understood, and Feng Xihe had a vague idea.

"Alright, Old Li, I won't talk to you anymore. Look, I still have a wound on my head. I'll go home. I have a family to take care of, so it's inconvenient."

Wang Cheng stood up, took his sister Wang Yuanyuan's hand, and bid farewell to Old Li.

Old Li nodded and personally saw them to the door before returning.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Li."

"Hehe, Yuanyuan, come visit Grandpa Li when you have time."

Li Mushan also liked the little girl.

...

"Brother, you're amazing."

Wang Yuanyuan jumped up and gave her brother a thumbs up.

Wang Cheng smiled, "Just okay."

"Hmpf!"

Zhang Xuan coldly snorted, wanting to say something but afraid of offending Wang Cheng. She didn't know why, but she cared deeply about this. When she first saw Wang Cheng, she felt frustrated and angry at his lack of ambition, but now, facing him, she felt inferior and dared not look him in the eye. Her lips moved, but she only said, "Wang Cheng, you said you would study hard and go to college."

Wang Cheng nodded, matter-of-factly, "Of course, if I go, I'll go to the best university."

"What university do you want to go to?"

"Well, it depends on my mood. The best one..."

"What mood? Is it Jingcheng University or Qingmu University?"

"It's about my mood. Those two are too far away, and I might not adapt to the climate in the north. It's not good to catch a cold or something..."

After years of illness, Wang Cheng felt unusually relaxed and teased Zhang Xuan a bit.

Zhang Xuan pouted, feeling a bit wronged. She genuinely cared about Wang Cheng, but he seemed indifferent, making her feel hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes but were swallowed back. She lowered her head and didn't speak.

After passing two intersections, Zhang Xuan went home, leaving a message, "I'll find you when school starts."

Wang Cheng was taken aback, "Okay." He watched Zhang Xuan disappear at the intersection.

"Brother, Zhang Xuan likes you."

The little girl, Wang Yuanyuan, suddenly said seriously, looking up at her brother.

Wang Cheng lightly tapped her forehead, smiling, "Nonsense, you're just a kid. What do you know about liking? We're old classmates, just concerned about each other."

Wang Yuanyuan said earnestly, "I know, I'm not a kid. Zhang Xuan has always cared about you. Brother, will you marry Zhang Xuan when you grow up?"

Wang Cheng was speechless. Kids these days are so precocious?

"Are you concerned about your brother's future? Zhang Xuan wouldn't look at you. You have no money and poor grades, you don't match her. Think about yourself, little girl. Have you finished your homework?"

Wang Cheng said helplessly. This girl.

Wang Yuanyuan proudly said, "Of course, it's so easy, I finished it long ago. School has already started, and you're only now concerned about my homework. You're not a good brother."

"Go, I never asked before because I trust you, Yuanyuan."

Wang Cheng immediately said. He had indeed paid attention to Wang Yuanyuan's studies before because he didn't know how long he would live. He hoped Wang Yuanyuan could become independent, so she could live on her own if he suddenly left.

Wang Yuanyuan shook her brother's hand, smiling, "Brother, do you think I'm pretty?"

This question couldn't be delayed. Wang Cheng immediately said, "Pretty, no one is prettier than our Yuanyuan."

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes narrowed with a smile, "Then, is Zhang Xuan prettier or am I?"

"Definitely Yuanyuan. You're young, and Zhang Xuan is old."

Wang Cheng laughed. The two siblings hadn't had such a relaxed conversation in a long time. With his illness gone, Wang Cheng felt light and his concern for his sister burst out. He kept touching Wang Yuanyuan's head.

Wang Yuanyuan said seriously, "Then, will you marry me when I grow up?"

Wang Cheng was speechless. What was this little girl thinking? He lightly tapped her head again, saying, "You're too young. What are you thinking? You're my sister, you know?"

Wang Yuanyuan huffed, "Hmpf, I'm smarter than you. I know everything. I'm not your real sister, so we can get married. Hmpf, you don't want to marry me because you don't like me. You like Zhang Xuan."

"Nonsense!"

Wang Cheng was helpless.

"Then, if you don't like Zhang Xuan, why don't you marry me?"

"Because you're my sister."

"That's not a reason. I'm not your real sister. If you don't marry me, it's because you don't like me, you hate me."

"You're too young."

"Hmpf, I mean when I grow up."

"Let's talk about it when you grow up."

"Brother, carry me..."

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