My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1614 - 1613: I Can Help You Heal Your Legs
If it were anyone else facing this situation, they’d be resigned to their fate, but Tang Ming was proficient in medical skills. Although a doctor cannot treat himself, setting bones is child’s play for him.
After setting his right hand, Tang Ming immediately 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 time beating me 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 methods have no effect on me."
Tang Ming sneered coldly, slowly raising his fist.
"What are you trying to do? Master, save—"
Sun Zhuangjia, realizing something was amiss, immediately 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 me? 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 me time and time again, yet I never truly aimed to take your life."
After beating him, Tang Ming grasped Sun Zhuangjia’s throat: "This time, 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 meant 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 moment, 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 me 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 someone accompany me to the grave, so I wouldn’t lose."
"Can you kill him with me 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 me, 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 me breaking your limbs, you can reset them yourself. You know medical 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 me. 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 me try, maybe I can heal your legs."
Tang Ming nodded confidently.
"You..."
The old man’s eyelids twitched a few times, his hand unconsciously reaching for his legs: "Hmph, you think you can trick me with such a method, 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 movement difficult. If he came 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 moment, 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 means to heal my legs."
The old madman nodded seriously.
"Alright, since the reason you’re troubling me 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 me anymore?"
"If you heal him, I won’t take revenge on you. If you heal me, 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 me."
"Whatever, I’m confident in my medical 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 remember I already completely crippled his limbs."
After examining, Tang Ming expressed his surprise.
"Do you think I know nothing about medical 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 medical 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 medical 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 me."
The old madman didn’t waste words either, pointing a few times 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 treatment."
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 become excited. If Tang Ming were indeed that person’s successor, taking him under his wing and merging the expertise from both that person and himself, Tang Ming could certainly shake the world in the future!
