Chapter 19: Rushing Thunder Hand Fang Tai Lai!

Li Si walked up to him to examine him, before saying impassively, "It's fine. You must have used too much force when you performed CPR, causing your Fifth Brother's ribs to break and puncture his lungs."

"…"

Embarrassed, Jiang He changed the topic. "What were you going to say, Fourth Brother?"

"What I wanted to say was that Fifth Brother had overexerted his spirit, and your emergency rescue method is useless."

"!!!"

What the hell!

Speechless, Jiang He complained, "Why didn't you say so earlier, Fourth Brother?

Fifth Brother's ribs wouldn't have been broken if you did. "

"…"

Li Si was dumbstruck.

You're blaming me?

Considering that Jiang He's spirit was not good and still needed medicine to control it, Li Si did not dwell on the issue, and instead corrected him, "Actually, your first aid method is wrong, Sixth Brother."

"Well, I'll teach you!"

"As a martial artist, it's inevitable that you'll get injured in the future. Learning first aid can sometimes save your life …"

Li Si put down the unconscious Pockmarked Wang and said, "Take CPR for example. First, the patient must lie on a flat surface …"

With that …

He began to perform CPR on Pockmarked Wang as an example.

Blargh …

He pressed, and Pockmarked Wang vomited a mouthful of blood.

He pressed, and Pockmarked Wang vomited blood.

Jiang He cried out, "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother is vomiting blood again …"

"It's fine. That's the ribs you broke before, and now it's poking into his lungs."

Li Si said. "Your Fifth Brother is rank-six pinnacle for better or worse, and such a minor injury is nothing to him … watch, learn, and don't be distracted!"

The second half of the sentence …Li Si let out a stern shout.

That tone made Jiang He feel as if he was back in elementary school, learning A, O, E, and so he promptly straightened his clothes and sat still, seriously observing while feeling emotional inwardly —"Fourth Brother is really a strict and dedicated teacher!"

After watching for two minutes.

Jiang He felt that he had grasped it, and asked, "Fourth Brother … should I try?"

"No …"

That was when Pockmarked Wang slowly regained consciousness. Vomiting blood, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "No!"

Just like that, a proper first aid lesson was interrupted.

Nonetheless, Li Si brought Pockmarked Wang to the VIP ward on the fourth floor for a chat, leaving Jiang He dejectedly to return to Ward 207.

What followed was yet another boring day.

Eat on time.

Take your medicine on time.

As for the training after lunch … by the time he finished his night run and had his fruits, Jiang He was already close to the 2500kg mark.

"Let's go out for supper later. I've already achieved half of the target that Third Elder Brother set for me."

After practicing Basic Fist Technique and Basic Body Technique in the ward for a while, Jiang He finally sauntered out of the asylum.

They reached the gate.

He was stopped by the security guards.

The security guard had a round body, and his security hat was slanted on his head. He had a sloppy look, and he was chewing bubble gum in his mouth. He snapped, "Why are you running around in the middle of the night?

Hurry back to the ward! "

Jiang He recognized the security guard.

The man who helped Feng Shaoyu catch him the other day claimed to be an expert in movement techniques.

"Hehe."

Jiang He smiled faintly at the guard's reprimand and said, "I heard that you're good at body movement?"

Once he mentioned it …The security guard promptly puffed out his chest and said smugly, "I didn't expect that even a patient in the hospital would hear about my legend … That's right, my burst of speed has reached the standard of the martial artist's three mock trials, and I can reach 24m/s for a hundred meters."

"If my punching strength and reflexes weren't up to standard, I might have become a martial artist by now …"

Jiang He sneered. "What's the point of saying so much? Why don't we have a match?"

He was being challenged by a mental patient.

Feeling insulted, the security guard quickly said, "You want to compete with me?

I'll let you run twenty meters first. "

"Alright!"

Jiang He exerted strength in his legs.

A total of 2,490 kilograms of force exploded from his legs, and the cement floor beneath his feet cracked. With the push of this force, he was out of the mental hospital with a whoosh.

"What the hell!"

"So fast?"

Stunned, the security guard chased him out of the hospital gates, only to find Jiang He's back disappearing under the streetlights in the distance. He could not help being confused. "An illusion …"

"This must be an illusion!"

"How could a mental patient run so fast?"

…

"What the heck …"

"I forgot to change my clothes."

It was only after running eighteen hundred meters that Jiang He came to his senses.

Glancing at the hospital gown embroidered with 'Anning Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center', Jiang He chuckled bitterly. "People would really think that I'm a mental patient if I wear this!"

But soon …

He had a flash of inspiration.

He quickly took off the hospital gown and smiled smugly. "Now that I've taken off my clothes and bared my upper body … no one would be able to tell."

Inwardly, he gave himself a thumbs up for his own intelligence.

With that, Jiang He strode towards the night market street.

Xixia was in the northwest.

It was the end of August, and the weather was still hot.

At a small stall on the night market street, it was not uncommon to see several men drinking and playing finger-guessing with their upper bodies bared.

Jiang He found an empty spot and sat down, ordering several skewers of kidney, chicken wings, thirty mutton skewers, a grilled fish, and five bottles of cold beer.

At the table next to his.

There were three girls.

Once Jiang He sat down, they had been pointing and whispering, with one of them even whipping out her phone to take pictures.

As his physical strength grew, Jiang He noticed that his hearing was becoming sharper.

He could vaguely hear words such as' so handsome ',' such a nice body ', and' want to touch '.

Eventually, one of the girls mustered the courage to approach Jiang He, winking flirtatiously. "Can I sit with you, handsome?"

Jiang He glanced at the grilled meat on his table, and then at the voluptuous girl, and barked angrily, "Get lost …"

Damn it!

You're trying to scheme against me?

Running over to me after my grilled meat? Are you trying to freeload off my grilled meat?

The girl did a double take for several seconds.

Then, she cursed 'mental patient' and turned to leave.

That was when …

A voice spoke behind Jiang He.

"Bro … aren't you being a little ungentlemanly to a beauty like that?"

Jiang He turned around.

He found two men sitting at the table behind him.

They were in their twenties, and the table was filled with grilled meat and beer … aside from that, there was also a blade and a sword.

Carrying a sword with him on the streets, he should be a martial artist.

It was a violation of the Public Security Law for ordinary people to carry weapons on the streets.

Jiang He could not be bothered with either of them, and turned to eat the supper on the table … since he was done eating, he had to return to his ward to rest early.

The man did not use his status as a warrior to be aggressive. He had deliberately opened his mouth just to show off in front of the three girls. Immediately, he changed his tone and looked at the three beauties. He smiled and said, "Three beauties, we are disciples of the Thunder Rush Martial Arts School. Would you like to meet us?"

"Rumbling Thunder Dojo?"

One of the girls was shocked and asked, "Is it the Rumbling Thunder Martial Arts Club that produced a grandmaster some time ago?"

The man said proudly, "In Wu City, it seems that only our martial arts club dares to be called 'Thunder Rushing Martial Arts Club' … The master you are talking about is our club owner, the famous Thunder Rushing Hand Fang Tai Lai."

"Rumbling Thunder Martial House!"

Jiang He, who had been munching on a large kidney did a double take.

This name …

It was somewhat familiar.

Yun Yanchen seemed to have said that the Rumbling Thunder Martial Club was most likely in cahoots with the Heavenly Fiend Sect.

(End of Chapter)