Fang Chengâs gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the Skill Panel.
Perhaps only after the "Qigong" skill reaches Master level would the issue of such inefficient use come to hope for improvement.
However,
when his eyes fell on the notification of gaining only 2 points of experience after practicing just now, Fang Cheng still felt somewhat helpless.
During regular days of step-by-step skill training, the speed of experience gain was as slow as a snailâs pace.
To achieve a breakthrough in this exclusive skill through painstaking effort, who knows how much more time it would take.
Currently, the most efficient shortcut to improvement, aside from combat, seems to be attempting to merge with other skills.
By leveraging the complementary features between different skills to achieve leapfrog growth and gain additional exclusive skill enhancement effects.
With this thought, Fang Chengâs gaze swept across the panel, looking at three skills that could be fused with "Qigong".
[Bone Setting lv0 (43/100)]
[Acupoint lv0 (20/100)]
[Massage lv0 (19/100)]
The footsteps of Chinese New Year are drawing ever closer.
In these days leading up to the New Year, the weather has been exceptionally good.
The bright sunshine has added a warmth and festive atmosphere to the winter days.
The neighbors of Old Factory Street are all decorating with lights and banners, hanging door couplets, presenting a vivid and lively scene.
In front of Lin Fushengâs Clinic, a group of children chases each other on the street, playing cheerfully.
Holding firecrackers, they occasionally throw them on the ground, and with loud "crackling" sounds they explode, provoking cheers.
Wen Xin stands quietly inside the store, her face pressed against the glass door, her gaze passing through that transparent barrier, looking out at the lively world outside.
"If you want to play, you can go outside for a while."
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Fang Cheng walks up and encourages, "Itâs also good to make some friends."
Wen Xin shook her head slightly, responding in a low voice:
"Those firecrackers are too dangerous. If youâre not careful, getting hit would be very painful."
Despite saying so, her eyes remain focused outside, with a flicker of longing thatâs hard to notice.
Fang Cheng gently patted her shoulder and said nothing more.
Wen Xinâs life experiences from a young age have made her seem overly introverted and self-deprecating, she still needs to gradually adjust her mindset, nurturing a more optimistic and cheerful side.
Fang Cheng turned around and saw Wen Huixi, who was busy giving a customer a massage.
Her technique was skilled, her expression serious, and her face no longer pale and unhealthy but instead flushed with a healthy glow.
"At least, everyoneâs life is heading in a good direction..."
Fang Cheng muttered to himself inwardly.
For the past couple of days, he had been helping out here.
As his physique had changed considerably and it wasnât suitable to show his muscles in public as a sparring partner,
Fang Cheng simply skipped work at the club and came to Master Linâs Clinic to focus on practicing medical skills.
Over these few days, his experience in Bone Setting, Massage, and Acupoint had considerably increased.
Tomorrow is Chinese New Yearâs Eve, and the Clinic will start the holiday break.
And at the hospital, having just called his uncle, he found out that his grandfather could undergo the discharge procedures that afternoon.
Fang Cheng relaxed, seeing that the clinic wasnât busy at the moment, so he planned to greet Master Lin and prepare to finish work to pick up his grandfather from the hospital.
Just at that moment, the glass door was pushed open with a "whoosh" by someone rudely.
A blond-haired youth stumbled in.
His face was bruised and swollen, his clothes torn in several places, his expression full of panic and desperation, gasping for breath as he frantically shouted:
"Mr.... Fang, something terrible has happened, my brotherâs in trouble!"