Late at night, in an old storefront.
"Ah—!"
A sudden scream rang out, like a pig being slaughtered.
The sound was so shrill it nearly echoed across half the street.
Yet the neighbors all around heard it without the slightest reaction, as if they had long since grown used to it.
Inside Lin Fusheng Bone Setting Clinic.
At that moment, a group of bruised, swollen thugs covered in blood had gathered there.
Because there were not enough beds, some of them sat on chairs while others simply lay on the floor, groaning and moaning.
Most only had dislocated joints or minor fractures; a few had knife wounds, which had already been bandaged.
"It hurts so much!"
One man, who had taken off his shirt to reveal a vicious tattoo across his back, let out a scream while receiving treatment.
Seeing this, Lin Fusheng, who was wearing reading glasses, hurriedly let go and patiently soothed him:
"Brother Fei, my technique is already very gentle. You have to try to bear it."
As he spoke, he pressed down on the joint of his shoulder again, trying to find the right position to exert force.
"Ah—!"
Brother Fei could not help crying out in pain again:
"Master Lin, are you getting old and losing your touch? It didn't hurt this much the last time I came to you for bone setting!"
Last time? It hadn't even been two weeks...
Lin Fusheng complained inwardly, then shook his head helplessly.
"Since you're all so afraid of pain, I'll let my apprentice set your bones next. He's young enough."
Hearing this, the thugs still shouted in dissatisfaction:
"Your apprentice? Is his medical skill any good?"
"When did you take on an apprentice? What's his name? Is he from Old Factory Street too?"
"If his technique isn't