Chapter 300: Healing

Cheng Feng said, "The weak must have the self-awareness of the weak!" His hands did not stop, taking out and setting aside the cloth, wooden boards, and white bandages one by one.

Watching Su Qiang take the bait, Cheng Feng smiled and said, "That's not necessary; whether you call me that or not, you are still my brother-in-law. It's just that the Hong Sect is lacking an Offering, and I hope that once you've recovered, brother-in-law, you can provide some support."

Su Qiang also felt that he had fallen into Cheng Feng's trap, but with the atmosphere already at this point, how could he back down?

He said toughly, "You're overthinking it; I've never cried once from childhood to adulthood."

Cheng Feng did not respond and said, "Fine, then bear with it."

After speaking, he began directly cleaning the old scars for Su Qiang. Since his brother-in-law had said he wasn't afraid of pain, Cheng Feng naturally wouldn't bother showing off the anesthetic he had specifically prepared.

Cheng Feng poured a circle of his own strong liquor directly onto the dead flesh of the old wounds. The intense pain caused Su Qiang, a man at Bone Refining Perfection, to have his veins bulge and cold sweat pour down his forehead, but he gritted his teeth tightly and didn't let out a single sound.

"Brother-in-law, you're tough."

Cheng Feng praised him upon seeing this, a faint, imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, while his hands moved even more gently and meticulously, as if performing a piece of precise artistic creation.

Su Qiang was naturally proud to see the somewhat admiring look in Cheng Feng's eyes; it was merely a bit of pain, after all.

"Brother-in-law, just endure it and it will pass. Although this strong liquor is painful, it can remove the rot and generate new flesh, which is of great benefit to your injuries." As Cheng Feng spoke, he used a clean cloth to gently wipe around the wound, his earnest expression as if he were treating a rare treasure.

Although Su Qiang's resentment had not yet dissipated, he was moved by Cheng Feng's focus and meticulousness. He secretly vowed that once his injuries healed, he would definitely get his own back and let Cheng Feng know he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

Cheng Feng was naturally not finished yet. He took out a brand-new small knife and roasted it over the specifically prepared candle flame.

The scalding hot blade, after being disinfected, touched directly onto the wound that had been doused with strong liquor.

"Ow, ow. Fucking hell, that hurts."

Even as a Bone Refining Martial Artist, his brother-in-law let out a miserable scream, and beads of sweat the size of peas gushed out.

Su Qiang thought to himself: 'Cheng Feng, you brat, you are absolutely doing this on purpose. You just wait.'

But seeing that Cheng Feng ignored his screams and continued to earnestly scrape away the dead flesh, Su Qiang began to doubt his own assessment.

"Brother-in-law, this is the third step; you must hold on."

Without waiting for Su Qiang to react, he straightened the fractured bones in Su Qiang's right hand and right leg one by one, which was equivalent to forcibly snapping Su Qiang's bones back into place.

The sudden, intense pain made Su Qiang let out a roar, and he nearly fainted.

Cheng Feng quickly circulated his own Blood Qi to perceive the changes in Su Qiang's wounds, ensuring the ointment could penetrate deep into the tissues and exert its best therapeutic effect.

As the dead flesh was cleared away bit by bit and the bones were forcibly moved back into position, fresh blood began to seep out.

Cheng Feng quickly took out the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment; the ointment looked even darker in the morning light and emitted a reassuring medicinal fragrance.

He carefully applied the ointment to Su Qiang's wounds. The ointment emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance, as if it possessed magical power; every scar seemed to be gently stroked, slowly repairing Su Qiang's damaged body.

Then, he used wooden boards to fix Su Qiang's fractured and separated bones and muscles in place, only then letting out a sigh of relief.

The treatment of the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment was not just external application, but also the internal harmonization and nourishment of Qi and Blood.

After the whole process was finished, Cheng Feng packed up all the medicine and tools, looking at the remaining Black Jade Intermittent Ointment—it could be used one more time before it was gone.

As a Bone Refining Martial Artist, Su Qiang naturally didn't need to be told much; once Cheng Feng had handled all the external conditions, it was up to Su Qiang to circulate his own Blood Qi to recover slowly.

"Brother-in-law, how do you feel now?" Cheng Feng's voice was gentle and concerned; he looked up at Su Qiang, his eyes shining with a sincere light.

"This Black Jade Intermittent Ointment is truly worthy of its reputation. I can feel a warm current wandering through my body, and the pain seems to have lessened a lot." Su Qiang finally couldn't help but speak, his voice carrying a trace of surprise and gratitude.

Cheng Feng smiled slightly and said, "That is only natural. I obtained this medicine from a wandering traveler; this is the only portion, and it is very precious. However, if you want to recover completely, you still need to calm your mind and recuperate; do not be overly eager for quick success."

The atmosphere between the two had eased due to this treatment; although there were still barriers between them, at this moment, they were both working toward the same goal—to get Su Qiang to recover as soon as possible.

Although Su Qiang was pale from the intense pain, he had seen every move Cheng Feng made; there was no mockery or mischief in it, only the plainness of a healer's benevolent heart.

With an added sense of admiration and gratitude in his eyes, Su Qiang took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart, and said slowly, "Cheng Feng, I... I underestimated you. Your Medical Skill is truly breathtaking."

Cheng Feng smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "Brother-in-law, you are too kind. I only did what I could. Although there were misunderstandings between us, we are family after all; I naturally hope you can recover soon."

While waiting for the medicine to take effect, Cheng Feng's heart was full of anticipation and prayer. He hoped Su Qiang would recover soon, and he also hoped that Su Min would therefore be more at ease staying by his side.

He still needed his brother-in-law, a Bone Refining Perfection Martial Artist, to help with capturing the Strange Beast!

As time passed, the medicinal effect gradually manifested, and Su Qiang's injuries showed obvious improvement. Cheng Feng saw it in his eyes and felt happy in his heart; everything was developing along the trajectory he had envisioned.

I hope that big black snake doesn't let me down!

In the following days, Cheng Feng not only diagnosed Su Qiang daily but also personally guided him through rehabilitation training; the relationship between the two changed quietly without them realizing it.

Su Qiang gradually discovered that this brother-in-law, whom he had once found displeasing, actually possessed extraordinary Medical Skill and profound strategy. More importantly, his sincerity and care for Su Min made Su Qiang feel a sense of relief.

Time flew like a white horse passing a crack; in the blink of an eye, Su Qiang's injuries had greatly improved. He was not only able to move freely but even felt that his Bone Strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

All of this was inseparable from Cheng Feng's careful treatment and dedicated guidance.

All of this was seen by Su Min. Being teased by Cheng Feng every day, she obeyed all of Cheng Feng's various instructions—wasn't it all to save her brother?

Watching Su Qiang circulate his Blood Qi Bone Strength to absorb the medicinal power daily, Cheng Feng concluded that Su Qiang would recover after one more application of medicine.

Su Min, who had come to see her brother, was overjoyed; her efforts had not been in vain, and the Su Family bloodline had not been severed.

That very afternoon, Su Min put on the Cheongsam that Sister Cai'er had mentioned, along with what was said to be Cheng Feng's favorite silk stockings.

Carrying a teacup, she came to the study.

Seeing Su Min's attire, how could Cheng Feng not know what the situation was?

The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table were swept away, and the lingering, endless sound of reading aloud echoed through the study.