"What happened to your hand; it’s been injured?" Ge Dongxu asked with a slight frown, concern evident in his tone.
"Yes, someone severed my tendons," Zhang Junhui replied respectfully.
"I’ve studied some medical skills; let me take a look for you." Although everyone else addressed him as Mr. Ge, following Chairman Lin, only Zhang Junhui referred to him as Master Ge, a clear sign of someone who truly valued old relationships. Hence, without a second thought, Ge Dongxu offered help.
"Thank you, Master Ge, but there’s no need. Master Yang has already seen it, and thanks to his help, it has recovered somewhat; otherwise, this hand would be completely useless by now," Zhang Junhui said, his face showing gratitude.
"Ahui, since my uncle master has offered, this is your opportunity. Do not hesitate to thank Master Ge," Ouyang Murong quickly reprimanded Zhang Junhui with a glare when he saw the latter refusing Ge Dongxu’s kindness.
After the experience with lifting the Blood Curse and treating his master’s legs, Ouyang Murong had fully realized that his uncle master’s skills, be it spells or medical skills, exceeded those of his master by far.
To his master, Zhang Junhui’s severed wrist tendons might be irreparable, but that might not be the case for his uncle master.
As soon as Ouyang Murong spoke, everyone was greatly shocked, and their view of Ge Dongxu completely changed.
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Even though Ouyang Murong had been calling Ge Dongxu "uncle master" before, the others hadn’t really paid much attention to Ge Dongxu; after all, he was too young. At most, they were surprised by his familial seniority and, for the sake of Ouyang Murong, were superficially polite to him, never truly believing that he possessed any remarkable abilities.
And no wonder—they each held military power and had come up through gunfire and bullets. How could they possibly take a young man seriously?
But clearly, there was more to Ouyang Murong’s words!
Could it be that this young man’s medical skills were even superior to Master Yang’s?
"It’s been so many years; there’s really no need..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Junhui was also shocked, but he quickly declined graciously.
Hearing Zhang Junhui say this, Ouyang Murong also showed a hint of hesitation and dared not speak further.
If the tendons were reconnected in time, most of their functionality could be restored, but after many years, once everything was set in place, what could be healed had healed already—seeking further improvement was next to impossible.
Ouyang Murong had studied medicine too, and he was clear on this point. Earlier, he had merely been full of admiration for his uncle master’s medical skills and had forgotten this factor.
"It’s alright; let me have a look. If it can be cured, I’ll treat it; if not, then we’ll just have to let it be," Ge Dongxu said, noting both Zhang Junhui’s lack of confidence in him and his concern not to offend, which is why he had hastily declined. Ge Dongxu couldn’t help but feel an increased fondness for him.
"Then I’ll trouble you, Master Ge," Zhang Junhui said, extending his hand reluctantly, while the others shook their heads discreetly, chuckling at themselves for their earlier overreactions. Their view of Ge Dongxu returned to normal, and some even harbored a hint of scorn.
Ge Dongxu grabbed Zhang Junhui’s hand and conducted a thorough investigation. Although the tendons had been reconnected, they were only superficially joined together, not truly connected.
It was like something broken that had been glued back together; although it might appear fixed, it hadn’t really become a unified whole.
"It should still be treatable," Ge Dongxu said after examining it.
"It’s been ten years already; can it really still be treated?" Even Chairman Lin was greatly moved by the remark and couldn’t help but ask.
"As long as it’s a disease, there’s a way to treat it. Sometimes the doctor just hasn’t reached that capability yet," Ge Dongxu replied indifferently and then said to Zhang Junhui, "Brace yourself for some pain."
As he spoke, Ge Dongxu unblocked the meridians and joint connections with his True Qi, and then used True Qi to moisturize and repair them, making the connections truly fuse into one.
Ge Dongxu’s method of treatment, although not severing and rejoining completely, was somewhat similar in intention, so when Ge Dongxu exerted his power, Zhang Junhui immediately felt such intense pain that his whole body started to spasm, his forehead covered in sweat.
However, Zhang Junhui was a tough man, resolutely not letting out a sound, which greatly impressed Ge Dongxu.
Watching Ge Dongxu hold Zhang Junhui’s hand, continuously rubbing at different parts of his wrist, then seeing blood seeping out from Zhang Junhui’s wrist with a tinge of black in it, the people in the private room looked at Ge Dongxu with an unconscious hint of awe in their eyes.
None of them could perform this feat themselves.
After about five minutes, Ge Dongxu finally released his hand, saying with a smile, "It’s been quite a while indeed, I estimate it can only recover about seventy to eighty percent of its strength."
"Thank you, Master Ge, thank you, Master Ge. I can already feel it, this hand is much stronger now," Zhang Junhui repeatedly bowed to Ge Dongxu, his face filled with excitement and reverence.
After expressing his gratitude, he even made a point of clenching his fist.
The fist of someone with no strength is different from that of someone who has it.
Especially Zhang Junhui, his fists used to be limp, which Chairman Lin and others were very familiar with; they were shocked to now feel the sense of power in his clenched fist and their whole bodies shuddered as they looked at Ge Dongxu with an indescribable awe, completely devoid of their previous casualness and disdain.
That someone could recover strength in their hand after ten years of sequelae from a tendon injury within mere minutes—if not witnessed with their own eyes, who would believe it?
At this moment, those present finally understood why Ouyang Murong had been maintaining such a respectful attitude towards the young man Ge Dongxu from the beginning, and they also realized why Ouyang Murong had glared at Zhang Junhui earlier.
"You should go wash your hand first, try not to exert too much force with this hand tonight, and it should be fine by tomorrow," Ge Dongxu said quickly as he saw Zhang Junhui clench his fist emphatically. Continue your journey with freewebnovel
"Yes, yes," replied Zhang Junhui hastily, then after repeating his thanks a few times, he hurried off to wash his hands.
Watching Zhang Junhui’s hasty retreat, people subconsciously looked at Ge Dongxu’s hand, and their hearts couldn’t help but shudder at the sight.
Ge Dongxu’s hand appeared white and clean, with not a single stain, yet they had clearly seen him rubbing at various parts of Zhang Junhui’s wrist.
"Mr. Ge, please take the seat of honor," Chairman Lin repressed the tumult in his heart, slightly bowed, and made a gesture for Ge Dongxu to sit, his attitude respectful and filled with a touch of awe.
Ge Dongxu did not demur, nodded, and took the seat reserved for the guest of honor.
Given Ouyang Murong’s status in Shan State, if his esteemed uncle had been modest, it would have caused Ouyang Murong to lose face.
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Ouyang Murong’s influence in the region of Shan State was significant. After a few phone calls the previous evening, they received news by the next noon.
"For some reason, Zhang Kaixuan and Ma La were taken away from Ma La’s home by Gan Lei’s people," Ouyang Murong said, his expression somewhat grim.
"Do you have a grudge with Gan Lei?" Ge Dongxu asked, seeing the dark look on Ouyang Murong’s face.