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Lying on the stretcher, Zhao Gang's facial muscles were taut, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Those bloodshot eyes were wide open, staring straight at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling, as if enduring excruciating pain.

Fang Cheng remained expressionless and continued to concentrate on controlling his true energy.

The second thread then wrapped around the second fragment.

Traction, calibration, closing, reset.

The same operating procedure was carried out smoothly under his mental control.

"Click".

The second fragment was successfully put back in place, followed by the correction of the third fragment.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Fang Cheng's forehead, but his breathing remained deep and slow.

Such meticulous operation is so difficult that outsiders can't even imagine it.

Even the slightest mistake could damage the fragile spinal cord nerves, leading to lifelong paralysis with unimaginable consequences.

If you really want to compare them, it's far more mentally and physically demanding than fighting a powerful enemy.

Of course, this was also an extremely rare opportunity for Fang Cheng to practice and experiment.

"Click".

Three crisp sounds of bones returning to their places echoed clearly in the silent treatment area.

With each sound, Zhao Gang's body would tremble slightly.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single sound from beginning to end.

All three main fragments have been returned to their original positions.

Fang Cheng's actions did not stop.

The small bone fragments scattered along the edge of the spinal canal also need to be cleaned up.

If not handled properly, these sharp bone fragments will continue to irritate the spinal nerves, causing a persistent inflammatory response.

In severe cases, it can lead to further deterioration of nerve function, leaving lifelong sequelae such as limb numbness and limited mobility.

Fang Cheng used to spend a lot of time in the library and read many medical books, so he was naturally very clear about this.

He silently focused his mind, further refining the threads of true energy, splitting them into thinner strands, and gathering them into a bundle-like brush shape.

Then, like sweeping away dust, gently push each tiny bone fragment back into the vertebral framework from around the spine.

This process lasted for nearly three more minutes.

No one spoke; even the sound of everyone breathing was deliberately kept to a minimum.

Zhao Gang's two companions stood on either side of the stretcher, their eyes fixed on Fang Cheng's hands.

They couldn't understand what was going on, but every crisp sound of bones realigning felt like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.

The scarred, burly man's fists were clenched tightly, hanging at his sides.

Although he was extremely anxious, he dared not make a sound, for fear of disrupting Fang Cheng's rhythm.

Another comrade's Adam's apple bobbed, his lips parted, and he seemed about to ask a question several times, but he ultimately held back.

Other nurses gradually gathered around, covering their mouths with their hands and whispering among themselves.

But the scarred, burly man glared at him fiercely, and he immediately shut his mouth, only daring to steal glances at him.

They had never seen such a strange treatment method before, and were inevitably filled with curiosity.

The attending physician was equally bewildered, completely unable to understand what Fang Cheng was doing.

The young man didn't even knead the patient's skin with much force; he simply placed his hands lightly on the patient's skin, occasionally adjusting the angle of his fingers.

However, with each finger movement, Zhao Gang would hear a crisp sound of bones realigning inside his body.

It looks like a bone-setting surgery, but it goes completely beyond the scope of bone setting.

The attending physician was certain that this was not any kind of medical procedure he was familiar with.

Even though Master Sun and Lin Yue are professionals, they're not much better than him.

The two were filled with doubt, their eyes fixed on Fang Cheng's movements, trying to figure out what was going on.

A hush fell over the area; everyone held their breath, their nerves on edge.

Only the soft thud of bones returning to their places could be heard intermittently in the empty treatment area.

Fang Cheng remained focused, completely undisturbed by the tense atmosphere around him, and continued to carefully process the remaining small bone fragments.

Only after the last bone fragment was gathered into place did he exhale a long breath.

But he knew that wasn't enough.

Although the bone fragments have returned to their correct anatomical position, the vertebrae are already shattered, and nothing holds them together.

If Zhao Gang's body is moved even slightly, the broken bones that were painstakingly repositioned will immediately scatter and shift again.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then regrouped his true energy and changed the way he output his energy.

This time, it was no longer a fine silk thread, but rather spread out, transforming into a dense and uniform thin film of true energy.

He wrapped this thin film of true qi around the L1 vertebra that had just been repositioned, layering it on top of each other.

It's like using high-strength plaster to perfectly glue and seal together every single piece of broken porcelain.

True Qi seeps into the bone joints, filling the gaps between the fragments, and at the same time forming a tough "Qi shield" inside and outside the vertebrae.

This is a special effect that comes with the bone-setting skill—a brief period of immobilization.

At this moment, with Fang Cheng's true energy flowing into it, the treatment effect was greatly enhanced, increasing several times over.

It could perhaps be described as "super-strong short-term solidification".

While controlling his true energy, Fang Cheng could clearly perceive the arrangement of every bone fragment in Zhao Gang's body, as well as the subtle state around his spinal cord.

Judging from the current rate at which the true energy is dissipating, the strength of this protective layer should be sufficient to last for about three hours.

At least during this period, it can be ensured that the bone fragments are firmly locked in their repositioned position.

In this way, Zhao Gang can withstand normal ranges of positional changes during subsequent transport and surgery.

After doing all this, he slowly withdrew his hands and then said in a deep voice:

"All right."

The sound was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, abruptly breaking the tense atmosphere.

"What's ready?"

The burly man with the scar was the first to react, blurting out in a rough voice, "What do you mean?"

Fang Cheng did not answer, but instead looked down at Zhao Gang on the stretcher:
Try moving your toes.

All eyes turned to Zhao Gang's two feet sticking out of the harness.

one second.

two seconds.

Zhao Gang's right big toe twitched suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the toes of his left foot also trembled.

"Damn, this is a ghost..."

The scarred, burly man's eyes widened, and the vulgar words he was about to utter were abruptly cut off.

His comrades were stunned, staring in disbelief at the miraculous scene unfolding before them.

The nurses watching exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"This... is impossible."

The attending physician rushed to the stretcher, grabbed Zhao Gang's right foot, and quickly scratched the sole of his foot with the tip of his fingernail. Zhao Gang's toes immediately curled back.

"Babinski sign negative, plantar reflexes returned to normal?"

The attending physician's hand trembled, and he almost lost his balance.

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Fang Cheng. His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"What...what did you just do?"

Master Sun was completely stunned.

He pushed up his reading glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and blinked hard a few times behind the lenses.

Having spent most of his life practicing bone setting and massage, he knew all too well what those few "clicks, clicks, clicks" meant.

That was the sound of broken bones returning to their original positions.

This is a burst fracture of the spine, with bone fragments already penetrating the spinal canal.

Even the nation's top spinal surgeons would find such an injury challenging and would only dare to operate with the aid of a surgical microscope and various precision instruments.

This young man did not use any equipment or rely on video guidance throughout the entire process.

It can even target deep bone fragments and reposition them remotely with precision down to the millimeter.

That's absolutely incredible.

"Just what kind of genius has been introduced to me from above...?"

Master Sun muttered to himself, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Lin Yue, standing to the side, looked somewhat dazed, and the CT scan in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

His expression was as if he had been punched in the face; his mouth was half-open, and it took him several seconds before he mechanically bent down to pick it up.

It seems like no one ever imagined that a new employee could do something so crazy on their first day of work.

Fang Cheng remained calm and took half a step back.

Just then, a pale blue screen appeared before my eyes.

[You have gained a preliminary understanding of the new technique combining internal energy manipulation with medical skills, successfully completing a high-difficulty closed spinal repositioning, earning +100 chiropractic experience.]

【Bone Setting Lv1 (203/250)】

Looking at the notification message that only he could see, Fang Cheng subtly moved his mind and hid the panel.

He then turned to the attending physician and explained the situation:
"The bone fragments have all been repositioned and put back together, and the pressure in the spinal canal has been relieved. But what I did was only temporary fixation, which can probably only last for three hours at most."

"During this period, his spine can withstand normal transport and changes in position. You should hurry up and get him into the operating room to deal with the splenic bleeding and the subsequent spinal fixation surgery. We can do that once the abdominal injury has stabilized."

The attending physician seemed to wake from a dream, suddenly coming to his senses.

"Push the injured person into the operating room and notify the anesthesiology and general surgery departments to prepare for emergency abdominal surgery immediately!"

He opened his throat and yelled towards the other end of the corridor.

The stagnant air was instantly broken, and the surroundings came alive again.

The nurses sprang into action, unfastening the excess straps on the spinal plate and pushing the stretcher towards the operating room.

The wheels rolled over the ground, making a rapid "gurgling" sound.

As Zhao Gang was being pushed away, he laboriously turned his head and glanced at Fang Cheng out of the corner of his eye.

He opened his mouth as if to say something to express his gratitude, but the stretcher had already turned the corner of the corridor and disappeared behind the automatic door of the operating area.

The scarred, burly man and another comrade followed closely behind, running after him.

The scarred, burly man paused for a moment as he passed Fang Cheng.

He turned around, patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, and said in a sincere tone:
"Thanks, brother. My name is Fan Biao. If you ever need any help in the future, just come to the intelligence department to find me."

Another comrade, his eyes reddening, also bowed deeply to Fang Cheng, then turned and strode after the stretcher.

The corridor fell silent again, with only a few dark red bloodstains remaining on the ground.

Master Sun slowly walked up to Fang Cheng and took off his reading glasses.

He wiped it over and over again several times, then put it back on, scrutinizing the young man in front of him from head to toe.

His expression was as if he had only met him for the first time today.

"Xiao Fang... no, I mean Dr. Fang."

Master Sun changed his form of address for the first time ever, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation:

"Your skills...who did you learn them from? Could you introduce me to someone?"

"Master Sun, please just call me Xiao Fang."

Fang Cheng shook his head, his tone indifferent:
"My master, who taught me medicine, is a reclusive elder who has no fixed abode and does not like to be disturbed, so I'm afraid he cannot introduce me to you."

Upon hearing this, Master Sun looked disappointed, but his expression quickly turned to admiration, and he didn't ask any further questions.

By this time, Lin Yue had recovered his senses.

He moved closer to Fang Cheng, his eyes wide as saucers, as if he were looking at a hermit who had just come down from the mountain:

"Hey bro, are you sure you're a new recruit who just started today? Or are you some medical university professor here to experience life here?"

"Of course not, my resume is clearly stated in my onboarding report."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and casually replied with a few words:
"Master Sun, Brother Lin, I'm going to the cafeteria for lunch. I used up a lot of energy earlier and I'm hungry."

After saying that, he nodded to the two of them, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

A brief silence fell behind me.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yue suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Ah... Brother Fang, wait for me! I'll treat you to lunch today!"

He ripped off his white coat, shoved it into Master Sun's arms, and ran after him.

Master Sun stood there, holding his white coat, his mouth agape.

He slowly shook his head, his eyes following the two figures as they walked away.

Young people, you are truly a force to be reckoned with.

His eyes darted back and forth behind his reading glasses several times before he finally patted his thigh lightly.

"Hey, this time, our physiotherapy department has really struck gold."

At the other end of the corridor, several nurses huddled together, whispering in hushed tones.

"Did you see that clearly? How did that person do it?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but I just put my hands there and then I heard my bones cracking. After a while, I was able to move my toes."

"This is too bizarre. I've been a nurse here for five years and I've never seen such an emergency procedure before."

"I heard she's new to the physiotherapy department. She's already this arrogant on her first day. What will she be like in the future?"

A younger female nurse, her face slightly flushed, said excitedly:
"By the way, did you guys notice? That guy is really handsome! He's even more charismatic than the celebrities on TV."

"Yeah yeah!"

Hearing her say that, another nurse's eyes lit up, and she chimed in with a hint of excitement:

"He looks very refined and has a great physique, which is exactly my type. I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

"Stop being so infatuated. Even if you don't have a girlfriend, it's not your turn..."

The nurses chatted amongst themselves, and their conversation gradually veered off-topic, shifting from medical knowledge to gossip, their laughter echoing down the corridor.

And so, the legend of a young, handsome, miracle doctor spread throughout the various departments of the sanatorium in just one afternoon.

By evening, even the cafeteria ladies had heard about it.

A new physical therapist arrived, possessing extraordinary medical skills; he could pull people back from the brink of death with just his hands. (End of Chapter)