A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Pi Lao only barked twice, then stopped.

It wasn't that I could endure it, it was that it was pointless—the excruciating pain came on suddenly and went away just as quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Gu Feng didn't stop him, just looked at him with a half-smile.

Pi Lao's mouth was still open, but he stopped making a sound.

Because the hand that had just seemed useless suddenly regained feeling. He tried to move it a few times, and his arm could move again.

Upon further reflection, he suddenly realized: Gu Feng had been deliberately chatting with him to distract him, taking the opportunity to reset his dislocated joint.

Seeing that Pi Lao was still stunned, Gu Feng waved his hand: "Alright, go back and rest for three to five days and you'll be fine."

Pi Lao left, thanking him profusely.

Gu Feng turned around and saw the three women looking at him strangely. Knowing they were still bothered by their earlier conversation, he explained, "He dislocated his shoulder. If I directly said he needed to reset it, he would definitely tense up, which would be counterproductive. So I distracted him with conversation. It's called 'feinting to the east while attacking the west.'"

The three women didn't argue, but they were all thinking to themselves: Even if you want to distract people, do you have to talk about that kind of topic?

"Next!" Gu Feng shouted to the remaining people, regardless of what they thought.

As a gangster with a broken right shinbone was carried in, He Qiaoqing leaned close to Gu Feng and asked a rather personal question in a low voice: "Brother, do you usually like going to those kinds of places?"

"Uh..." Gu Feng felt uncomfortable all over, and after a long while he shook his head, "I usually don't go."

He Qiaoqing visibly breathed a sigh of relief, then asked softly, "Brother, so you don't like...that kind of thing either?"

Gu Feng's face turned extremely embarrassed. This girl is too bold; how dare she ask such a thing?

"Um... Qing'er, I'm busy right now, can we not ask so many questions?" Gu Feng said seriously.

"Okay." He Qiaoqing nodded obediently, then added, "We'll continue our chat after you're done with your work."

Gu Feng's legs went weak, and he quickly looked down to check on the injured person who had just been carried up, pretending not to have heard.

The lower leg was fractured, but fortunately it was a simple fracture and not comminuted.

This kind of injury would be a challenge for a surgeon, requiring surgery. But for Gu Feng, it was a piece of cake. Manual reduction and external fixation would suffice.

Before he started, he needed to prepare some materials. He looked around, his gaze landing on a bamboo chair beside him. He picked it up, then put it down again, and called out, "Ah Si!"

"Here!" Fourth Brother rushed over. "Young Master Feng, what is it?"

"Take a look at this chair," Gu Feng said casually.

"Look?" Fourth Brother looked puzzled, circling the chair for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"Have you decided yet?" Gu Feng asked.

"Watch closely." Fourth Brother nodded.

With a sharp "smack," before anyone could react, Gu Feng slapped the bamboo chair to pieces.

He bent down and picked through the bamboo, selecting four bamboo strips about twenty centimeters long. Then he said to his fourth brother, "Now that you've seen them, buy me one exactly the same tomorrow."

Fourth Brother was dumbfounded. Why? He really wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.

Gu Feng is now in charge of the Nine Halls, and is his immediate superior.

Don't even mention asking him to buy a chair; you could ask him to deliver a woman to his door, and he'd have to do it.

Gu Feng didn't explain. He took the bamboo stick, walked to the table, and pointed to the gangster's injured leg: "Ah Si, grab his ankles with both hands and pull him down. Two more people, hold down his upper body."

Fourth Brother and his two subordinates obediently did as they were told.

The gangster was tightly restrained and was already in excruciating pain. Now, his face showed even more fear, wondering what this gang leader's son-in-law was going to do.

"It will hurt a little, just bear with it, it will be over soon," Gu Feng said to the gangster.

"Okay!" The man's face turned pale with fright, but he still answered defiantly.

The members of the Yihe Gang are truly tough guys.

Gu Feng nodded, glanced at his fourth brother, and said in a deep voice, "Ready, pull!"

Fourth Brother immediately grabbed the man's ankle and pulled him down, while the two men above him clung tightly to his upper body.

The gangster's leg was deformed due to the fracture, and when it was straightened, he screamed in pain on the spot.

Gu Feng immediately placed his hands on the fracture site and began kneading it up and down.

He heard two very soft "crack" sounds from under his palm, and knew that the bones had been aligned. He quickly wrapped a layer of gauze around his neck and then picked up the bamboo strips.

Only now did Fourth Brother finally understand why Gu Feng had smashed the chair, taken the bamboo strips, and told him to buy a new one the next day.

It turned out that the bamboo strips were used to fix the broken leg. Gu Feng placed a bamboo strip in front, behind, left, and right of the lower leg, and wrapped it tightly with gauze, just like applying a cast, but it was lighter.

"Alright, stop howling." Gu Feng clapped his hands.

The thug sat up, tried to move, and was even able to get down on one leg. Everyone stared in disbelief.

"A miraculous cure"—isn't that exactly what's described right now?

Mayumoto, who had been sitting idly to the side, no longer showed any contempt when she looked at Kofuru again.

He knew very well that for ordinary doctors to treat this kind of fracture, surgery and hospitalization would be required, and it would take three to five months to heal.

But Gu Feng merely fiddled with it a few times, and the pain on the man's face vanished. It was truly divine, ridiculously so.

The next few were all seriously injured, but Gu Feng treated them all quickly and efficiently. The group soon left completely.

In the living room, only Gu Feng, who was panting from exhaustion, He Qiaoqing, who was nestled against him like a little bird, Shi Yurou on the other side, and Ma Youben and Youcai sitting upright opposite him.

Upon seeing Gu Feng looking over, Mayu quickly put on a smile and said in broken Chinese, "Hello, Gu Feng-kun!"

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. Although Gu Feng didn't like this guy at all, he was no longer the naive young man he was when he first arrived in the modern world.

Having experienced so much, he understood: to survive in this world, one must learn to keep their emotions hidden. Moreover, the person sitting in front of him could very well be the head of an assassination organization.

If you want to get something out of him, you have to make a good show of it first.

So he smiled politely and said, "Mr. Mayumoto, I'm sorry, something came up at the last minute and I haven't been able to take good care of you. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"!·!@#￥" Mayumoto uttered another string of bird language.

Youcai quickly translated for him: "Uncle said it's okay. He didn't know you were busy, so please forgive him for bothering you."

Gu Feng was secretly delighted to hear this.

It seems like just a few days ago, this jerk was eager to send him to jail to eat government food.

"!@#$@#$%" Mayumoto said a few more words. Youcai then smiled and said, "Uncle said he came in a hurry this time and didn't prepare anything. This is just a small gift, please accept it as a token of his respect."

As she spoke, Youcai handed over a "Smooth Sailing" model – a silver sailboat model that felt very heavy, as if it were made of pure silver, and was worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.

The saying goes, "Those who offer unsolicited kindness are either up to no good or are thieves." Given the unexpected generosity, Gu Feng became even more wary.

This Mayumoto Ichi is definitely a night owl who only comes to the house when there's nothing going on.

I must be careful and not fall into their trap.