The Final Treatment

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu circulate his qi and press down, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and reminded him, "Second Brother, Uncle Xu's joints were crushed before. You should apply force in the direction his joints healed in, so they can return to the way they were before being crushed."

"Mm." Zhang Xiaohu answered, his fingers feeling around the joint for a long while before he exerted force and crushed it anew. Though Uncle Xu's acupoints had been sealed, he still frowned.

"Like this?" Zhang Xiaohu asked softly without raising his head.

"Mm, very well done, Second Brother. Next, crush all the other joints the same way." Zhang Xiaohua smiled encouragingly.

"As if you needed to tell me?" Zhang Xiaohu said with great disdain. "I told you things like this plenty of times when you were little!"

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaohu worked from top to bottom, crushing anew all the joints Uncle Xu had previously had crushed. By the time he straightened up, his forehead was already beaded with sweat.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at him and asked, "How was it, Second Brother? Not an easy job, was it?"

"Mm, it really wasn't." Zhang Xiaohu wiped away his sweat. "I was afraid of crushing healthy bones, and besides, he's my own martial uncle. It doesn't feel very good."

"It's fine, Second Brother. You're treating Uncle Xu's injuries. Besides, even if you crush healthy bones, can't we still heal them?"

As he spoke, he took a jade bottle from his robes and handed it over. "There are nine Bone Condensing Pills here. Keep them for now, and give Uncle Xu one."

"Mm." Zhang Xiaohu took it, poured out a Bone Condensing Pill, and placed it in Uncle Xu's mouth. Then he looked at Zhang Xiaohua.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua standing there motionless like a withered tree