Chapter 2: Internal Force Treatment

  Wang Zhi walked up to the man, gently crouched down, his eyes slightly dazed, and his hands casually patted the man's body a few times. Wang Zhi's face suddenly turned solemn.

  With just a brief observation, Wang Zhi had already fully understood the man's condition. There were several minor scratches on his face, which didn't matter much. Three of his ribs were broken in his chest, and most importantly, one of them had shifted to the side of his heart, and if he wasn't careful, it could easily pierce through his heart.

  And after such a long time, the man had obviously lost too much blood. In this situation, in just a few more minutes, the man would absolutely die.

  "Big brother, how is it? Can you save him?" The young woman saw Wang Zhi walking over and was also anxious, completely unaware that the young man she had randomly met on the road was a doctor. She had a frantic expression, tears constantly falling, hoarsely asking Wang Zhi.

  "Stay on the side, don't speak." Listening to the young woman's plea, Wang Zhi couldn't bear to leave like this, and lightly said a sentence. His hands instantly stretched out and pressed down on several acupoints of the man, stopping the bleeding wounds that were still flowing with blood.

  After doing all this, Wang Zhi's eyebrows were tightly locked, looking a bit hesitant, and indeed he was hesitant.

  For the man's condition, Wang Zhi is confident that he can completely cure it, but now there are no tools around him at all. The only way is to use internal force to condense needles, but this method is too shocking and unconventional. Wang Zhi really doesn't want to get into trouble. Now Wang Zhi's heart knot has not been solved yet, and being able to produce the idea of saving people this time is already very rare.

  After a slight melancholy, Wang Zhi still took action. After all, it was a life, and although Wang Zhi had become somewhat disillusioned with life, he couldn't be completely indifferent after years of practicing medicine.

  Once he decided to save the person, Wang Zhi's demeanor changed instantly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the style of a generation of divine doctors was revealed without a doubt.

  Wang Zhi's hands exerted force, and with a light tear, the man's shirt was torn open. He pointed out and carefully observed, absolutely able to see that on Wang Zhi's fingertips there was a hint of extremely fine air needles instantly shooting out. Wang Zhi's two hands moved in unison, and in an instant, they stabbed down at more than ten acupoints on the man's body. Then his two hands lightly shook above the man's chest, controlling dozens of air needles to continuously revolve.

  About three minutes later, Wang Zhi lightly let out a breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Since returning to the city, Wang Zhi's mood had been gloomy, and he hadn't rested or eaten well. Now, using his true energy like this, Wang Zhi was also slightly exerting himself.

  Nowadays, the body of a man has several acupoints that have gradually begun to regain vitality under Wang Zhi's stimulation. The self-healing potential of the human body is activated by Wang Zhi, and the functions of various parts of the body are slowly starting to operate.

  The only trouble now is that the man's displaced ribs must be put back in place with internal force, otherwise, if there is even a slight collision during the move, the man will inevitably die.

  Taking a deep breath, Wang Zhi's hands slowly pressed down on the man's chest again, with internal energy flowing continuously from his palms into the man's body, gently touching the displaced rib.

  At this time, Wang Zhi's energy was highly concentrated, isolating all distractions. To put a man's ribcage back in place is an extremely difficult task, not allowing for even the slightest carelessness. If there was even a hint of negligence, the man might return to the underworld.

  About ten minutes later, under Wang Zhi's careful pushing, the rib finally deviated from the position of the heart, although it was not fully restored to its original position, but there was no longer a great danger. At this time, Wang Zhi had also consumed too much energy and his face turned slightly pale.

  "Alright, you're basically out of danger now. Wait here and I'll go call 120. Remember to remind the doctors when they arrive to move gently and not use too much force. If the hospital does its best, you should be able to move around in about a week." Wang Zhi stood up and reminded the young woman softly before walking away without looking back.

  At this time, the young woman slowly came back to her senses, looking at Wang Zhi's departing figure, and for a moment, she even forgot about her husband beside her. It must be known that although the young woman couldn't understand Wang Zhi's actions when he was saving people earlier, his demeanor as a top-notch doctor was unmistakable - that focused expression, those sharp eyes, were absolutely not something an ordinary person could possess.

  Wang Zhi swayed and walked slowly, the previous treatment had taken a great toll on him, causing his legs to feel slightly weak. If it weren't for Wang Zhi's deep foundation in internal energy, he would have been unable to move at all. After all, the internal power cultivated over a thousand years was not something to be underestimated. Even during the chaotic battle at the end of the Ming dynasty, if Wang Zhi hadn't lost his focus and been hit by a cannonball, who could have killed him?

  Wang Zhi made a phone call at the telephone booth on the street, casually found a small food stall by the road, ordered a bottle of beer and a few dishes, and slowly started drinking. This kind of life was Wang Zhi's necessity for the past few days. Although he had just saved a patient who almost died, it didn't mean anything to Wang Zhi. How many people had he saved over the years?

  And without mentioning that Wang Zhi was drinking beer on the side of the street, staring at the starry sky and losing his mind again, it's said that 120 received Wang Zhi's call and arrived at the scene in 10 minutes, and after a flurry of activity, they sent the couple to the hospital.

  At this time in the operating room of Jianghuai City Central Hospital, Professor Zhou Boran, the director of surgery, looked at the man's injuries and his mind was a mess.

  "How is this possible?!" Zhou Boran muttered to himself, from the various test results, it was clear that the man had suffered a fatal injury at the time and being able to survive until the doctor arrived was simply a miracle.

  But now, the man's wound didn't bleed without being stitched, and what's more, Zhou Boran, as a renowned doctor for many years, could clearly see that one of the patient's ribs had been slightly moved by an external force, and it was from the heart area. This is simply unthinkable! To think that there were no surgical scars on the patient's chest, and yet, without undergoing surgery, someone had managed to move a rib inside his body...

  Zhou Boran waved away the chaotic thoughts in his mind and hastily began the operation. Although he was shocked by the patient's condition, as an experienced doctor, Zhou Boran knew that this was not the time for research.

  After more than half an hour of surgery, Zhou Boran cleaned and sutured the man's wound, and carefully treated the fractured ribs. It wasn't until he walked out of the operating room that Zhou Boran had time to recall what had just happened.

  "Xiao Zhou, go ask that lady if anyone had treated the patient before we arrived." After a brief silence, Zhou Boran instructed the doctor beside him.

  "Professor Zhou, didn't the operation fail?" asked a doctor on the side cautiously.

  "What's he thinking, very successful, I just need to verify some things." Zhou Boran impatiently glanced at the doctor and didn't bother to respond, continuing to ponder his previous doubts.

  The doctor was cold-shouldered and didn't dare to complain, quickly leaving and soon came back: "Professor Zhou, the lady said that before we arrived, he had sought help from a young man, and it was also the young man who made the emergency call. He said that the young man had given some treatment to the patient before our arrival, and also said that if the hospital did its best, the patient should be able to recover in a week."

  "A young boy!" Zhou Boran was very surprised and looked uncertainly at the doctor.

  "That's exactly what the lady said," the doctor confirmed.

  "Alright, I know. You can go now, just remember to check on the patient's condition frequently." Zhou Boran lightly waved his hand and slowly walked towards the office, but his mind was still recalling what the doctor had said earlier. The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. After all, Zhou Boran had also made an estimate of the patient's recovery time based on their post-operative condition, but that young man had predicted it much earlier, which left Zhou Boran perplexed.

  "What a miraculous treatment method, what accurate judgment! Which master's disciple is this? But even if it were a famous master from all over the country, they shouldn't have such methods." Zhou Boran sat in his office chair, wildly speculating.