PCJ – Chapter 481 The Scar Has Disappeared

“Brother Zeng, don’t rush to admire him! Why don’t you give it a try too? Dr. Zhang, how about giving Brother Zeng a chance as well?” Wu Yuan immediately shouted. However, his excitement and the prolonged horse stance on the plum blossom poles made his body sway violently, nearly causing him to fall off. Predictably, Zhang Jiaohua’s stick instantly landed on the chubby guy.

“Ouch! No, no, no! I won’t do it again!” Wu Yuan quickly begged for mercy.

“Hahaha… this is karma for bad people,” Zeng Lei couldn’t help laughing. But as soon as he turned around and saw Zhang Jiaohua, his laughter abruptly stopped. He suddenly realized he had unintentionally insulted Zhang Jiaohua as well.

“Uh, um, I’ll go deliver breakfast to the old man now. Oh, I also bought breakfast for you all—just grabbed some random stuff since I didn’t know what you liked,” Zeng Lei said, quickly finding an excuse to head indoors.

Zhang Jiaohua glared at Zeng Lei and called out loudly to his retreating figure, “If you’re serious, be here tomorrow morning at six. Join the chubby guy.” Zhang Jiaohua was determined to find a chance to teach this guy a proper lesson. Once he’s hooked, there’s no turning back. Humph…

“I’ll think about it,” Zeng Lei’s voice came from inside the house.

The old man quietly asked, “Are you really going to learn from him? Look at the state of the chubby guy—he’s covered in bruises. This kid is reckless. But I have to admit his medical skills are impressive. Yesterday, I drank a bowl of water—it tasted just like plain water, no hint of medicine—but it actually worked. My foot, which was swollen and painful, doesn’t hurt anymore, and the swelling has significantly reduced. This method of treatment is something I’ve never seen before.”

“Old man, do you think I should learn martial arts from Dr. Zhang?” Zeng Lei asked.

“I don’t think so. It’s not the age of cold weapons anymore. No matter how skilled you are in kung fu, a gun can take you down. Look at the chubby guy; there’s not a single unbruised spot on his body. You should have a good talk with Dr. Zhang to stop this. Otherwise, the chubby guy might not survive this.”

“Old man, I think he’s actually very measured. The chubby guy is lazy by nature. Without someone being strict with him, he’d never change. Now, we finally have someone who can keep him in line. Let’s see if he can transform completely this time,” Zeng Lei said, differing from the old man’s view.

Wu Yuan’s endurance on the wooden stakes reached its limit after ten-plus minutes. His body trembled uncontrollably. This time, instead of hitting him, Zhang Jiaohua struck the stakes with his stick, making loud snapping sounds that startled Wu Yuan into drawing out his latent energy.

“There’s still over ten minutes left! Hold steady, or I’ll really hit you with the stick!” Zhang Jiaohua shouted as he whipped the stick through the air, making it whoosh loudly.

Zeng Lei and the old man, thinking Zhang Jiaohua was beating Wu Yuan again, rushed out to check. They saw Zhang Jiaohua holding a bowl of water, spraying it on Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan, who was on the verge of collapse, trembling violently and about to fall off the stakes, suddenly felt a surge of energy as the water hit him. His strength returned, and he not only steadied himself but stood even more firmly.

Zeng Lei and the old man were dumbfounded. To their astonishment, the scars on Wu Yuan’s body disappeared as if they had been washed away by the water.

The two exchanged a shocked glance, each seeing the same amazement in the other’s eyes.

“I think you should learn too,” the old man said with a smile.

Zeng Lei didn’t reply, but his gaze shifted outside, lost in thought.

“Chubby guy, time’s up. You can come down now,” Zhang Jiaohua said, tossing his stick aside.

Instead of jumping down immediately, Wu Yuan patted his plump chest and exclaimed, “I suddenly feel invincible!”

“If you can keep it up for another half hour, I might believe you,” Zeng Lei joked.

Wu Yuan jumped down, but his legs gave way, and he landed on his backside.

“Whoa, that’s a lot of meat hitting the ground!” Zeng Lei laughed heartily.

After breakfast, Zhang Jiaohua began the old man’s second treatment. His approach this time was noticeably different but appeared similar to the previous day to the others. However, Zhang Jiaohua’s hand seals were distinct.

He sprinkled some of the talisman water on the old man’s leg and had him drink the rest.

“Will drinking this cure him?” Zeng Lei asked.

“How would I know? Let’s wait and see,” Zhang Jiaohua replied coolly.

The old man, now accustomed to Zhang Jiaohua’s curt demeanor, chuckled and changed the subject, “Dr. Zhang, we agreed yesterday that I’d pay for today’s treatment. How much is it?”

“One hundred yuan,” Zhang Jiaohua said.

“That’s too little! Even an expert consultation costs more,” the old man said, handing over 200 yuan.

“Fine, 200 it is,” Zhang Jiaohua nonchalantly took the money and stuffed it into his medical kit.