Chapter 7 Removing Hidden Diseases

"Do you really want to leave?" Zhao Haiming regretted bringing up this topic. The only neighbor he could talk to nearby was Lao Chen. If he left, he would be lonely.

Old Chen waved his hand: "It's still early, it's not time to leave yet."

Old Chen looked at Zhao Haiming, and a narrow smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I see that your face is full of peach blossoms. Did you encounter anything good when you went to school today?"

"Don't mention it." Old Chen Yi said. Zhao Haiming sighed and omitted the conflict with Qiu Muyan, and only briefly talked about the rescue in the morning.

After hearing this, Lao Chen said with a smile: "I'll just say it's a good thing. You are a hero saving a beauty. This little girl must have a good impression of you. Why don't you seize the opportunity quickly?"

"Tch, she is the eldest lady, and I am a young apprentice. Even if I have a good impression, it is destined to have no good results in the future. Why bother?"

But Lao Chen chuckled: "You are young, but your ideas are more outdated than an old man like me. You are an apprentice now, are you going to be an apprentice for the rest of your life? People say that you should not bully young people who are poor. You have great ambitions, so why should you care about what others do?

think."

Zhao Haiming waved his hand, bared his teeth and pressed his waist: "Let's not talk about it anymore. After I rescued that girl, the girl's bodyguard also thought that I was bullying her and started fighting with me. The two guys were like big bears.

I knocked one down and my back hurt badly, and it's not gone yet."

Old Chen blinked: "Oh? Do you want me to help you take a look?"

Zhao Haiming was doubtful: "Do you know how to treat a doctor?"

"I have been ill for a long time, and my waist and legs are not good. I often try some massages, folk remedies, etc., and the results are pretty good."

Zhao Haiming thought for a moment, and he could bear the pain, but if it continued like this, it would be painful to knead the dough tomorrow. Anyway, he couldn't afford to go to the hospital. He was a dead horse and a living doctor, so let Lao Chen give it a try.

Lao Chen dragged out a folding bed from the back of the house, let Zhao Haiming lie on it, and lifted up his clothes.

As soon as Lao Chen's finger poked Zhao Haiming's spine, Zhao Haiming's whole body trembled as if being pricked by a needle, followed by a burning sensation, as if Lao Chen was scalding him with a soldering iron.

Zhao Haiming gritted his teeth and sucked in the cold air, then looked back at Old Chen: "Please be gentle, old man, I just have back pain, and I don't want my lower body to be paralyzed."

Old Chen snorted: "Young people just don't know how to control themselves. This is not a new sprain. It's obviously a disease caused by overwork. If I don't use some ruthlessness, how can I remove the root of the disease for you?"

As he said another heavy hit on his hand, Zhao Haiming immediately rolled his eyes and his limbs twitched, almost losing his breath.

After massaging like this for a while, Lao Chen finally called it a day and said, "Okay, be careful in the future and don't use brute force. You are quite strong, but you are too young and your bones have not yet formed, so you cannot withstand this kind of force."

Zhao Haiming was almost out of strength. He sat up feebly and looked at Old Chen dissatisfied: "Old Chen, you are too cruel. The Bai Mansion in Zhazidong doesn't have such cruel treatment, right?"

Lao Chen knocked him on the head: "You little bastard, don't know what's good, that's you. I'm too lazy to take action against others. You try again and see if your waist still hurts?"

Zhao Haiming gave it a try. Not to mention, his waist really didn’t hurt anymore. On the contrary, when he moved, a numbing feeling rushed up his spine, and his whole body felt comfortable, just like the reaction when Ye Luqi spoke in his ear in the morning.

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Zhao Haiming was happy: "Okay, Lao Chen, with these skills, why don't you open a massage parlor? It will definitely make more money than buying used books."

Lao Chen's eyes widened: "You think this is for nothing. After curing you, I have to rest for at least half a month before I can recover. I have old arms and legs. Wouldn't a few more of them cost my life?"

"I know you're working hard." Zhao Haiming quickly got up and poured tea for the old man. Lao Chen had a good tea set, which was placed on the small stove next to the counter. I don't know what the old man was thinking. There were books all over the room.

For flammable items, he actually built a charcoal stove with an open flame, so he was not afraid of being burned by a fire.

Zhao Haiming didn't care so much, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Old Chen respectfully.

"You always drink tea."

After drinking the tea brought by Zhao Haiming, Lao Chen smiled again.

Seeing that Old Chen's expression improved, Zhao Haiming smiled slyly: "Old Chen, can you teach me your craft?"

"Teach you?" Lao Chen drank tea slowly, "My skill is inherited from my family, but not everyone can learn it."

"I didn't say learn everything, just learn one or two hands. If you have a strain or contusion in the future, you don't have to go to the hospital." Zhao Haiming quickly apologized. After having been with Lao Chen for so long, Zhao Haiming knew that the old man had no children.

, said it was a family heirloom, who else could he pass it on to?

Lao Chen sighed: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but there is only one person in a million who can learn this. Even if I teach you, you may not be able to learn it."

Zhao Haiming started to cheat: "If you don't teach me, how come you don't know if I can learn it?"

Lao Chen was so troubled that he had no choice but to say perfunctorily: "Then let me ask you, how did you feel after pressing the button just now?"

"Feeling?" Zhao Haiming thought for a while, "It's not a big feeling. It's just that there's a cold air rushing through the spine, like electricity. But I don't know if this is caused by you always pressing it. I feel it today.

When the girl I rescued spoke, I had the same reaction, and my whole body felt weak. I didn't know which nerve was wrong."

"Pfft!" Lao Chen squirted all the tea in Zhao Haiming's face. He choked and coughed. Just like that, he coughed and asked urgently: "You said you reacted when that little girl spoke?"

Zhao Haiming was sprayed with tea leaves for no apparent reason, and he was afraid that the old man might have a bad cough, so he quickly patted the old man on the back: "Don't be anxious, just take it easy first."

Old Chen calmed down for a while and looked at Zhao Haiming with bright eyes: "Let me ask you again, is what you just said true?"

"Yeah, this kind of thing has nothing to do with you, why should I lie to you?"

Old Chen looked at Zhao Haiming blankly, and suddenly laughed loudly. Zhao Haiming was confused. Didn't this old man become a psychopath after choking on a mouthful of water?

After laughing for a while, Lao Chen patted Zhao Haiming on the shoulder and sighed self-deprecatingly: "You are really lucky. I have been looking for you all my life. I only met one when I was eighty years old. I didn't expect that you haven't practiced Kung Fu yet.

Someone came to your door."

Zhao Haiming was still confused: "What did you say? Why can't I understand?"

Lao Chen did not answer directly, but his expression became extremely solemn, as if he was a different person, which made Zhao Haiming worried.

After a long time, Old Chen slowly asked: "Xiao Hai, do you have any plans for your future?"

"Future?" Zhao Haiming was stunned. In fact, he had thought about it a long time ago. After graduating from high school, it should be no problem to go to college. If Zhang Dehao is willing to support him, he can finish college. If not, then he can only stay.
Chapter completed!