If it were anyone else facing this situation, they’d be resigned to their fate, but Tang Ming was proficient in dical skills. Although a doctor cannot treat himself, setting bones is child’s play for him.
After setting his right hand, Tang Ming imdiately reset the joints in his left hand and both legs.
Soon after, Tang Ming stood up, stretching his muscles and bones, and coldly looked at Sun Zhuangjia on the bed, reaching to turn on the room light.
"Hmm?"
Faced with the light, Sun Zhuangjia furrowed his brows in confusion and groggily shielded his eyes: "Who is it?"
"Sun Zhuangjia, you had a good ti beating earlier, didn’t you?"
Tang Ming walked over to the bedside, smiling slyly at Sun Zhuangjia.
"Tang Ming? How are you standing?"
Sun Zhuangjia stared at Tang Ming in horror.
"Heh, your master is indeed powerful, but alas, his thods have no effect on ."
Tang Ming sneered coldly, slowly raising his fist.
"What are you trying to do? Master, save—"
Sun Zhuangjia, realizing sothing was amiss, imdiately called for help.
"Bam bam bam bam!"
Tang Ming reached out and unhinged Sun Zhuangjia’s mouth, using his other hand to slap his face manically.
"Worthless scum, dare to hit ? I said I’d get my revenge, and I will."
Tang Ming dragged Sun Zhuangjia off the bed and gave him a thorough beating.
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
Sun Zhuangjia clutched his head, continually yelling, but couldn’t make clear sounds.
"I was too lenient with you before, you bothered ti and ti again, yet I never truly aid to take your life."
After beating him, Tang Ming grasped Sun Zhuangjia’s throat: "This ti, I won’t hold back, you can die now."
"Mmm mmm mmm."
Sun Zhuangjia looked at Tang Ming in terror, never imagining that this guy truly ant to kill him. This was no joke; he could clearly feel Tang Ming’s murderous aura and anger.
"Young man, you certainly have guts, attempting to kill my disciple knowing I am next door."
At this mont, the door opened, and the crazy old madman wheeled into the room.
"Crazy old man, I know I’m no match for you, but to make surrender, there’s no way."
Tang Ming, holding the now white-eyed and tongue-lolling Sun Zhuangjia, looked at the old madman coldly: "At worst, it’s just death; if I kill him, I’ll at least have soone accompany to the grave, so I wouldn’t lose."
"Can you kill him with here?"
The old madman sneered and curled his lip, flicking his fingers, and with an invisible force, Tang Ming was flung into the wall.
"Hu hu hu hu."
Once free, Sun Zhuangjia gasped deeply: "Master, you must kill him; we can’t leave such a person as a future threat."
"Ahem ahem ahem, try , see if I’ll even bat an eyelid."
Tang Ming climbed up from the floor, standing straight.
"Interesting, truly fascinating."
The old madman suddenly laughed, curiously eyeing Tang Ming: "Despite breaking your limbs, you can reset them yourself. You know dical skills?"
"Of course, I am the Divine Doctor."
Tang Ming curled his lips and suddenly glanced at the old man’s legs: "Senior, you don’t necessarily have to kill . Perhaps I can help heal your legs."
"What?"
The old man was slightly taken aback, looking at Tang Ming with skepticism.
"I said I’m the Divine Doctor. If you’re willing to let try, maybe I can heal your legs."
Tang Ming nodded confidently.
"You..."
The old man’s eyelids twitched a few tis, his hand unconsciously reaching for his legs: "Hmph, you think you can trick with such a thod, how naive."
"What would I deceive you for? I truly am the Divine Doctor."
Tang Ming confidently raised his chin.
"Divine Doctor?"
The old madman hesitated. He hid in such a place because his legs were crippled, making movent difficult. If he ca out, the Chou Family might easily find him. But if his legs were healed, it would be a different story.
Looking around the world, the number of people stronger than him could be counted on one hand. He wouldn’t have to hide in such a ghostly place.
"I don’t believe you."
After a mont, the old madman shook his head: "You personally crippled Sun Zhuangjia, and with my skills, there’s no way to fully heal him. If you can heal him, then I’ll believe you."
"Heal him?"
Tang Ming looked at Sun Zhuangjia with disdain.
"Exactly, if you can treat injuries that even I can’t, then I’ll believe you might have the ans to heal my legs."
The old madman nodded seriously.
"Alright, since the reason you’re troubling is because of him, then I’ll heal him."
Tang Ming gritted his teeth, staring cautiously at the old madman: "Is it true that if I heal him, you won’t trouble anymore?"
"If you heal him, I won’t take revenge on you. If you heal , I won’t trouble you."
The old madman pondered before proposing an ambiguous condition: "Otherwise, I’ll ensure I don’t trouble you, but you must stay with ."
"Whatever, I’m confident in my dical skills."
Tang Ming indifferently curled his lips, tossing Sun Zhuangjia back onto the bed, and began examining his body.
"Huh, this guy’s injuries are lighter than I thought. I rember I already completely crippled his limbs."
After examining, Tang Ming expressed his surprise.
"Do you think I know nothing about dical skills? Although you were ruthless, I managed to restore him a bit with my abilities, it’s just..."
The old madman snorted coldly, stopping short. Though his dical skills were limited, recovering Sun Zhuangjia to this state was already quite impressive.
"Alright, since that’s the case, I won’t waste any more words. But you need to unlock my cultivation; otherwise, I can’t use my dical skills."
While limbering up, Tang Ming uncertainly looked at the old madman.
"Fine! With your skills, there’s no way you could pull any tricks in front of ."
The old madman didn’t waste words either, pointing a few tis from a distance toward Tang Ming.
"Remote pressure point manipulation, truly amazing."
Tang Ming curled his lips, then removed his needle pouch from his wrist and began applying needles to Sun Zhuangjia.
"Tianxuan Nine Needles? Are you from the Tang Sect?"
The old madman was suddenly intrigued during Tang Ming’s needle application.
"Stop talking, so you don’t disrupt my treatnt."
Tang Ming was too busy to pay attention to the old madman, focusing on saving the person, feeling a pang of regret. If he’d known this, he shouldn’t have beaten Sun Zhuangjia so severely in the first place, it was pure trouble for himself!
"He’s really from the Tang Sect."
The old man’s expression was complex as he stared at Tang Ming, "No, this acupuncture technique, while appearing in the Tang Sect, isn’t the Tang Sect’s top skill. Only one person knew it back then, but he later disappeared! Could this kid be his successor?"
Upon thinking of this possibility, the old man couldn’t help but beco excited. If Tang Ming were indeed that person’s successor, taking him under his wing and rging the expertise from both that person and himself, Tang Ming could certainly shake the world in the future!
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