Xuan Mo hurried over as soon as he heard that, only to be utterly shocked. He muttered, "Uncle Fang, even if you and Uncle Li have a grudge, you can't just smash one of his arms! Isn't that a little too brutal?"
Fang Xu gave an awkward smile. "Well... I'd just learned the cultivation method from you, so I wanted to try it out. Old Li is pretty skilled too. I never expected to win when our fists collided, so I went all out."
Xuan Mo chuckled. "Good grief. Wait a second. Let me figure out how to treat this." But what he was really thinking was, All the bones are shattered. An ordinary hospital probably couldn't fix it. But if I used my supernatural powers, would that frighten Uncle Li? Forget it. I'll look for a treatment method from this world.
Xuan Mo took out his phone and searched through various medical videos. He slowly repositioned the broken bones in Old Li's arm, then followed the method shown in the video, carefully stitching the arm back together bit by bit.
"Ow! Kid, be gentler! Gentler! This arm is how I make my living!" Old Li grimaced in pain, complaining that Xuan Mo's technique was too rough while struggling desperately.
"Don't move! It'll be even harder to set if you keep moving!" Xuan Mo held Old Li's arm steady and spoke in a low voice.
"Gah—this hurts like hell! Do you actually know what you're doing? If you don't, stop showing off!" Old Li's anger kept rising, and he wished he could kick Xuan Mo away.
"Don't worry. It'll be done soon." As he spoke, Xuan Mo forcefully bent Old Li's arm back into place. With a sharp crack, the arm was put back together.
"Gah—ow! Finally!" Old Li sucked