High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

"Dad, we've arrived at the neighborhood."

"Um!"

Chen Mingyuan didn't know what to say, so he responded and let Chen Mo carry his wheelchair out of the car with him.

Seeing the entrance to the residential area not far away, he felt an urge to run away.

How will others perceive me if I act like this?

"Dad! You don't need to worry about what others think. Your leg will get better soon, there's no need to worry."

Chen Mo noticed the change in his father and tried to comfort him.

"Hmm!" Chen Mingyuan smiled immediately when he thought of his son, who was already a martial artist.

Having a martial artist's son should be a source of pride, not a cause for worry.

If the residents of the community knew that their son was a martial artist, they would all rush to curry favor with him; how could they dare to laugh at him?

After entering the residential area, passersby who saw Chen Mingyuan and Chen Mo, and those who didn't know them, would just glance at them and leave.

Some familiar people stayed far away. Upon seeing those people, Chen Mingyuan told his son:

"Those people weren't genuinely friendly. When they heard that your dantian was ruined, they made sarcastic remarks and mocked us."

"Dad, we don't need to pay attention to those people!"

"Yes! I know!"

"By the way, Zhang Hongda and his family will be coming to our house today to apologize. I've already taught them a lesson."

Hearing that his parents were being bullied, Chen Mo naturally wanted to retaliate. If Zhang Hongda hadn't refrained from violence, he would have crippled him at least once.

"Yes, they really should apologize. We've known each other for so many years, and they still haven't changed! I usually try to maintain good neighborly relations and avoid antagonizing them."

"Now, there's no need to care anymore. People who kick you when you're down are not worth associating with. Xiao Mo, at school, if Zhang Hongda tries to curry favor with you, don't confide in him!"

Last night, the Zhang family truly broke Chen Mingyuan's heart. After this experience, he has come to understand that strength is everything and only through ability can one earn the respect of others.

Soon, the two arrived at their doorstep.

As soon as the door opened, Chen's mother, Lin Fang, who was sitting in the living room, stood up abruptly. When she saw her husband in the wheelchair, her expression changed, and she rushed over to the two of them.

"Brother Yuan, what happened to you? Your leg?"

Lin Fang looked worried and, upon seeing the cast on her leg, quickly began to examine it.

The so-called "examination" was really just reaching out to touch, and they were being extra careful for fear of hurting Chen Mingyuan.

"Dad, Dad, are you hurt? Does it hurt?" Chen Wan'er followed, full of worry.

"Dad, let me blow on it for you, it'll make the pain go away!"

After saying that, Chen Wan'er leaned close to the plaster cast and blew hard on it.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Yes, Wan'er, don't worry, Daddy doesn't hurt anymore!" Chen Mingyuan lovingly patted Chen Wan'er's head, feeling warm inside.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! Wan'er is amazing, she made Daddy's leg stop hurting in no time."

Hearing the praise and seeing her father's smile, Chen Wan'er's worried expression disappeared, and she smiled too.

"Alright, let Daddy rest. Wan'er, let's not disturb him."

"Mmm! Daddy, you need to get better soon!"

"Yes, it will be fine in a few days."

The family then sat down in the living room and started chatting.

Neither Chen Mo nor his son wanted Lin Fang to worry, so they didn't mention the kidnapping.

It's just that Chen Mingyuan had an accident at work, which resulted in a broken femur, but he's fine now.

"Dinner is ready, let's eat!"

After chatting for a while and learning that it was just an accident, Lin Fang wasn't too worried and let everyone eat.

"good!"

After half an hour.

After dinner, Chen Mo and Chen Wan'er played games to aid digestion, while their father, Chen Mingyuan, watched from the side, and their mother, Lin Fang, washed the dishes.

After Lin Fang finished washing the dishes, she pushed Chen Mingyuan and told him to go and rest.

Chen Mo also pulled his younger sister along, telling her to take a nap.

Inside the room, Chen Mo took out the pills.

A single Fumai Pill, valued at 150,000, has the effects of repairing meridians, healing injuries and relieving pain, and replenishing qi and blood.

"Little sister, come here, take this pill. It will give you more energy."

"Uh-huh!"

Sitting on the bed, Chen Wan'er blinked her big eyes and obediently opened her mouth, waiting for Chen Mo to feed her.

Chen Mo gently placed the pill into Chen Wan'er's mouth, and Chen Wan'er swallowed it.

She's already taken too many pills; she doesn't need to be taught how to take them.

After the pill entered her stomach, Chen Wan'er felt her whole body swell and her face began to turn red. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, but she still endured it without making a sound.

"Lie down quickly, let your brother give you a massage."

"Um!"

Chen Wan'er nodded and, with Chen Mo's help, lay down on the bed and obediently closed her eyes.

Seeing his sister in distress, Chen Mo felt heartbroken. Without further delay, he used the massage techniques the doctor had taught him to help Chen Wan'er digest the medicine.

Under her mental perception, the medicinal power of the Fumaidan spread from Chen Wan'er's stomach, outwards, and rampaged around.

In some places, the medicinal effect is too strong; in others, it is too weak; and in some places, it is even nonexistent.

Suddenly, Chen Mo remembered a novel he had read in his previous life, where when a master taught a disciple a martial art, he would help the disciple guide the martial art to circulate within the body.

Should I use this method to help my sister guide the medicinal power within her body, directing it along specific meridians? Only by guiding the medicinal power in this way can it exert a greater effect.

This way, the medicinal effects can be better utilized and absorbed.

The method has been thought of: using the complete standing meditation to form the circulation route through the body.

Do what you want to do.

Chen Mo immediately used his mental power to gather the medicinal power emitted by the Fumaipan.

"Little sister, shall we play a game?"

"Okay, okay!" Chen Wan'er opened her eyes happily upon hearing about playing games.

"Close your eyes first."

"Uh-huh!"

"Very good. Can you feel a slight pulsation in your stomach where my finger is touching?"

"I felt it."

"Okay, just pay attention to this bouncing thing. Follow its movements, okay?"

"good!"

"If you feel pain, tell your brother. Don't hold it in, okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Mo then used his mental power to guide the gathered medicinal power to circulate according to the circulation route of the basic stance training.

Of course, he didn't release all the medicinal power at once, but instead extracted a trace, one-thousandth of the medicinal power, and let it circulate along the meridians.

When absorbing the premium Qi and Blood Pill, Chen Mo summarized a lot of experience: one should not rush in violently, but take it slowly.

It was because of this experience that he dared to try it on his sister.

Chen Mo guided her while observing her sister's expression, and only felt relieved when he found that she did not show any signs of pain.

The Fuma Dan lived up to its name; under his guidance, it exerted a powerful medicinal effect, and Chen Wan'er's meridians were significantly repaired.

Without proper guidance, only half of the medicinal power can be absorbed, and the rest will be wasted.

Chen Mo's guidance allowed Chen Wan'er to absorb 95% of the medicinal power.