Chapter Nineteen I'll give it a try

  Zhao Menfeng looked at the faces in front of him, each one honest but filled with pain and pleading. His heart didn't feel good either. If possible, he would rather spend a lot of money to make some more healing talismans. However, making healing talismans required time and many treatment materials, which couldn't be gathered in such a short period of time!

  With a helpless expression, Zhao Menfeng spread his hands to the wounded who had not yet received treatment and sighed: "The symbols in my hand are really used up. If I draw more symbols, it will take some time to arrive. Your injuries must be treated in time, otherwise, even if you wait for me to finish drawing the symbols and treat you, it will be too late. I understand your difficulties, but I really can't do anything about it!"

  Wang Ke looked at the wounded men in front of him, their desperate pleas for help, and his excitement had dissipated. For these people living at the bottom of society, relying on selling their labor to make a living, he understood their suffering, their difficulties, because his family situation was not much better than theirs.

  At that time, if it wasn't for the family's poverty, and if he hadn't been unwilling to let his parents lose face by borrowing money, with his grades, even if he couldn't get into a top university, getting into an ordinary vocational college would have still been possible.

  Zhao Menhong's words made him feel disappointed too.

  Looking at the wounded soldier with a painful expression in front of him, Wang Ke's mind was racing.

  His own true energy had a very good effect on treating injuries, and in the past when he was injured, using his true energy to treat himself made his injuries heal quickly. However, if he really used his true energy to treat them here, he feared that his cultivation of true energy would be exposed to everyone present.

  But he couldn't bear it if nothing was done about it.

  His confidence didn't entirely come from the fact that he had treated himself initially, because he had also used his true energy to help others set bones before. However, the injured person he had helped was a drunkard who got completely drunk and broke his arm after falling down.

  The treatment was very effective that time.

  Half a minute later, he had already made up his mind.

  "Let me try! Maybe I can heal your injuries." Wang Ke said softly.

  Those migrant workers who were originally going to leave for the hospital looked shocked one by one.

  Can this young man who has been watching from the side heal his own and others' injuries?

  He's so young, how could he possibly have a way?

  Does he also have a healing symbol?

  Zhao Menfeng looked at Wang Ke, whose expression was calm and peaceful. Suddenly, he became interested in seeing what kind of treatment methods this young man, whom he had coincidentally met, possessed.

  One of the injured men, who had an injured arm, looked at Wang Qi's young face and asked with a hint of hope in his eyes: "This... this little brother, do you also have a healing talisman?"

  Wang Ke shook his head and said: "I don't have a treatment symbol, nor will I draw one."

  The wounded man's face showed disappointment, and the hope that had just appeared on the faces of others also dimmed.

  "Never mind, let's just go to the hospital! This young brother is too young, our injuries, if not treated properly, can't be cured at all!" One of them sighed bitterly, and his tone revealed his distrust of Wang Ke.

  "Let's go, let's go. Since Old Zhao doesn't have the treatment talisman anymore, we shouldn't make things difficult for him either. Going to the hospital is suffering a bit and spending some money, it's an unavoidable thing." Another person said with a gloomy expression.

  "We can't delay treating this injury any longer, we must go to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise it's easy to develop complications."

  Wang Ke's eyebrows slightly furrowed, he hadn't expected the migrant workers in front of him to be so skeptical about his ability to treat them. However, this wasn't the time for getting worked up, so he spoke seriously again: "I really do have a way to treat your injuries, although it won't be especially fast, but it's still faster than rushing to the hospital and letting doctors treat you."

  Zhao Men's eyes were filled with curiosity as he looked at Wang Ke's serious face and his just-so-definite tone, thought for a moment, then turned to the wounded soldiers who had not yet received treatment and said: "Since he is so sure, let him try it out! Anyway, letting him treat them won't cost any money. Who knows, maybe there will be results soon."

  Those wounded men looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.

  What Old Zhao said makes sense, anyway, let him try it out and it won't cost any money. If it really works, then that would save the money spent in hospitals! Of course, if he wants money for it, it should also be cheaper than hospitals.

  The middle-aged wounded man who had expressed his distrust of Wang Ke earlier spoke up, "Since Old Zhao has said so, I'll give it a try! Don't worry, little brother, even if we can't be cured, we won't blame you."

  Wang Ke gave Zhao Menfeng a grateful look, then nodded at the middle-aged wounded man and squatted lightly beside him.

  Silently circulating true energy to the center of his palms, Wang Ke placed his hand beside the opponent's fractured arm bone. With the help of the true energy, he could keenly feel the situation of the opponent's fracture.

  Ten seconds later, Wang Ke grasped the opponent's arm with both hands and pulled, twisted, and pushed to quickly reset his bones. His series of movements was like a flowing cloud, and with the sound of cracking bones, amidst the middle-aged injured man's screams, true energy flowed through his palms into the other person's wound.

  The true energy had a miraculous healing effect on the wound and skeleton, and the middle-aged wounded man's miserable cry lasted only six or seven seconds. Afterwards, the painful expression on his face slowly disappeared, and an unbelievable light flowed out of his eyes.

  "Huh? Doesn't hurt that much anymore... feels kind of itchy..."

  Wang Ke smiled in his heart and generously poured true energy into the opponent's wound.

  Zhao Menhong stared blankly at Wang Ke's just-performed orthopedic technique, listening to the middle-aged patient's murmurs, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

  What are the orthopedic techniques of traditional Chinese medicine?

  But why is it itchy?

  Suddenly, Zhao Menfeng discovered something he couldn't understand himself, the taste of which left him bewildered and deeply curious.

  The wounded people around stared at Wang Ke's series of actions in a daze, the kind of flavor that flowed out during treatment made them extremely surprised. The words of the worker who received the treatment also excited everyone, how did this young man do it? Can he really treat the injuries of these people?

  "Old Sun, does it really not hurt anymore? How do you feel?" asked a middle-aged man who had not yet received treatment.

  The middle-aged peasant worker who was receiving treatment had an excited look on his face, turned his head to the inquiring colleague and said excitedly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I feel like my bones have been connected again, it's just itchy... numb and tingling. You know what? When it's itchy, it feels a bit comfortable."

  "My goodness! How did this young brother do it? Just pull and twist, then smooth out and that's it? This is also too incredible! And also, how can it be numb and itchy?" The middle-aged man who opened his mouth to ask exclaimed.

  Others were also shocked, and they all gathered around.

  "Heavens! The wound has stopped bleeding, how did you manage this?"

  "Huh? The wound seems to have gotten smaller... no, wait, it's scabbed over?! Oh my god! Am I dreaming?!"

  "The wound is healing, and the treatment is effective..."

  “……”

  The migrant workers were shocked one by one, they saw the magical state of the treatment symbol, thinking that even if they saw other magical means, they would not be so surprised. However, seeing Wang Ke's treatment method, the change in the wound, and the therapeutic effect, they still couldn't help but be extremely shocked.

  Zhao Lao used to rely on healing charms to treat them, even if it was magical, it was the magic of the healing charms.

  But!

  This young man is using his own genuine skills!

  He actually used all sorts of tools and managed to come up with a miraculous cure, is he a divine doctor?

  Three minutes later.

  Wang Ke slowly loosened the middle-aged wounded man's arm, smiled and said: "Due to special circumstances, I can only treat you until now. Your fracture problem has been solved, and the deep wound has healed a lot. If you don't exert yourself too much, you will be able to recover within a week."

  The middle-aged wounded person moved his arm slightly, and the numbness feeling was not so obvious, but the previous pain had also disappeared.

  A hint of embarrassment and gratitude appeared on his face, and he said to Wang Ke: "This little brother, thank you so much. Just now I was blind to the mountain, not knowing that there was another expert here. I hope you can forgive me. You are a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering! In a week's time, I can wait, and I will take good care of myself."

  Wang Ke smiled and nodded, then walked towards the next wounded soldier.

  Half an hour later, Wang Ke treated all the remaining wounded men, and only then slowly stood up.

  At this time, the true energy in his body was almost exhausted, and the weakness he felt from his body made him feel uncomfortable. Due to the constant treatment, his spirit was also consumed greatly. If it weren't for him forcing himself to stay awake, suppressing the drowsy feeling that made him want to fall asleep, he would have probably fallen to the ground and slept.

  Those migrant workers expressed some words of gratitude to Wang Ke and Zhao Menfeng, originally they wanted to give them money, but were refused by the two.

  Seeing the migrant workers leave, Wang Ke felt that he really couldn't hold on any longer. Without even saying goodbye to Zhao Menfeng, he almost collapsed and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to start cultivating and recovering the consumed true energy.

  Standing in front of Wang Ke, Zhao Menfeng looked at Wang Ke's pale face and his limp spirit, and secretly sighed. He can now guess that Wang Ke's treatment for the wounded was probably related to his cultivation of true energy.

  He didn't disturb Wang Ke, and instead walked briskly to the gate of Zi Xing Ju, gently closing the door before returning to sit opposite Wang Ke, sizing up the young man in front of him.

  He doesn't seem like a show-off, but just now, he voluntarily exposed his extraordinary skills to treat the wounded, which is enough to prove that he is a kind-hearted young man.

  He understood Feng Shui and could read physiognomy, so he habitually sized up Wang Ke's appearance and gave him a physiognomic reading.

  After more than ten minutes, Zhao Menfeng's old body trembled slightly, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

  "The flower in the mirror and the moon in the water are vague, and the heavenly machine has not yet appeared. However, with oneself, it reveals an extremely deep connection."

  Zhao Men's eyes flickered with a bewildered expression, muttering to himself.

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