Chapter 13 Ointment Massage

On the second floor of Kang's Clinic.

"Come on, take off your clothes!"

"You can scream if it hurts, I'll try to be gentle."

"Stop for a minute, are you practicing those special skills? If not, you don't need to take off your underwear."

"..."

Qi Sui was lying on the bed with his hands under his chin, naked, with only a pair of underwear left.

"Come on, raise your arms!"

A sturdy middle-aged man was doing whatever he wanted to Qi Sui's body. He poured the secret recipe of the pharmacy on his palm and evenly spread it all over the boy's body, turning the slightly pale skin into a shiny brown.

Qi Sui closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

The wandering palms were covered with calluses and rough, but full of strong power, and the massage was moderate, allowing the ointment to fully penetrate into his severely damaged muscles.

The faint cool feeling gradually drowned out the soreness of the muscles.

"Life force +1, mental force +1"

"Life force +1, mental force +1"

"..."

An illusory translucent green number floated above his head.

"Young man, how is my skill? Is it okay?" The middle-aged man took the initiative to talk.

Qi Sui squinted his eyes and said, "Very good, uncle should be an old employee of the clinic, right? This massage skill is really amazing!"

"Hahaha, I have been working under Mr. Kang for almost ten years. Many bigwigs have praised my massage skills. It's just that you are lucky today. There are not many customers in the clinic, otherwise it would not be your turn to enjoy it." The middle-aged man laughed heartily.

He thought that high school students with immature appearance like Qi Sui were mostly socially anxious, but he didn't expect that this guy spoke very nicely, which also aroused his interest in chatting.

"Have you heard of Qin Long, the master of the martial arts gym? He is a martial arts master who is well-known in the martial arts world of our Xia country. Every time he comes to the pharmacy, he will ask me by name to give him a massage."

"If you haven't even heard of Mr. Qin, can you still be considered a Qinhai City person?" Qi Sui smiled and replied, "I didn't expect that I would also enjoy the treatment of a martial arts master today."

Qin Long, the owner of Qin Long Martial Arts Gym, is a legendary figure in Qinhai City.

As early as more than 50 years ago, he won the supreme honor of Xia Country's martial arts champion in the martial arts college entrance examination.

Later, he graduated from Qinglong University, the first of the four major martial arts colleges in Xia Country, with dazzling results. He was selected by the central government to enter the high-level martial arts of Xia Country. He was in the limelight for a while, and overwhelmed the contemporary proud children.

Just when everyone thought that he would achieve extraordinary success with an invincible posture, who could have expected that the sky would be jealous of talents.

He suffered heavy injuries in a secret battle.

Although he was lucky enough to save his life, he had no hope of becoming extraordinary in this life. He was disheartened and chose to return to his hometown and founded the Qinlong Martial Arts School. From it came batches of outstanding martial artists, shining brightly on the territory of Daxia.

"Young man, I saw you wearing a school uniform just now. You should be a martial arts student of Qinhai No. 1 Middle School, right?"

"Which martial arts school did you learn from?"

The two chatted casually, and the man's hands were strong, making Qi Sui's bones and tendons make comfortable and crisp sounds from time to time.

"The martial arts school is too expensive, I haven't been there yet."

"You haven't been to a martial arts school?"

The man stopped his hand movements, and then continued to massage, saying: "Young man, this kind of money can't be saved. If you want to get good results in the martial arts college entrance examination, it will be difficult not to join a martial arts school."

Qi Sui certainly knew this truth.

The significance of a martial arts school to martial arts students is far more important than those extracurricular tutoring classes in his previous life.

The martial arts education popularized by Xiaguo High School is all very basic. If you really want to practice something and deduce the skills to a high level, you can only join a martial arts school with powerful martial artists or even martial arts masters.

"Uncle, I don't want to save money, but I really can't afford it. My parents are both working class. The entrance fee of Qinlong Martial Arts School is 500,000 yuan, which requires them to spend nearly ten years without eating or drinking." Qi Sui smiled bitterly.

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "So that's it. If you didn't join a martial arts school and relied on your own exploration to practice to this level, it means that your basic talent in martial arts is very good."

He has massaged at least 800 martial artists.

Qi Sui's muscles gave him a very "powerful" feeling, which was considered the best among martial artists. If there was professional guidance and reasonable training, the strength would increase very quickly.

"I know a few friends at Qinlong Martial Arts School. I heard that they are recruiting some people with martial arts skills to work part-time. The remuneration is not low. If you perform well, you may even get some pointers. What do you think? Are you interested?" the middle-aged man asked.

Hearing this, Qi Sui subconsciously wanted to sit up, but was pushed down on the bed by the man again: "Is there such a good thing? Of course I am willing to go. Even if there is no remuneration, it is good to go inside and see them practicing."

"Okay, you go and tell the manager there that I recommended it."

The middle-aged man smiled.

This kind of thing is just a matter of words for him. As for whether Qi Sui can be favored by Qinlong Martial Arts School, it depends on his own ability.

"Okay, the massage is over. Do you want to add more time?"

The middle-aged man squeezed Qi Sui's soles several times, then stood up and packed up.

"No more, sorry to bother you, uncle."

Qi Sui turned over and sat up, moving his body briefly.

His bones and tendons made bursts of noise.

It was like a rusty machine that had been idle for many years, and suddenly it was lubricated and smooth.

[Life force: 101/110]

[Spiritual force: 113/150]

It was worth the 15,000 yuan!

"Okay, remember to give a five-star review, go wash it."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and disappeared out the door.

Seeing that there was no one around, Qi Sui took off his underwear and got into the bathtub next to him.

The bathtub was soaked with medicinal materials, which helped to repair the body, but the price was much cheaper than the "Runzhiling Paste", which was considered a free item for the massage package.

After a simple wash, Qi Sui put on his clothes and walked downstairs with wet hair.

While it was still early, he wanted to go to Qinlong Martial Arts Hall to check out the situation.

"Qi Sui, how do you feel?"

Kang Qinghe sat at the counter, biting a yogurt straw at the corner of his lips, and was carefully flipping through a pathology book.

Qi Sui bowed his hands to express his gratitude: "Kang's Medical Hall is well-deserved. I feel much better. If I need it in the future, I'm afraid I will have to come to your door to trouble you."

"What's the trouble? Just bring enough money!"

Kang Qinghe took a sip of yogurt, and two cute dimples appeared on her beautiful face: "But you still have to pay attention to your body when you practice in the future. Martial arts emphasizes gradual progress. The first injury is relatively easy to treat. If you don't pay attention to nourishing your body later, it will become more and more difficult until it leads to an incurable hidden disease."

"Okay, okay, thank you for reminding me, we will meet again if we are destined to." Qi Sui expressed his gratitude again.

"It's not a good thing to see me again. The best thing is to never see you again!"

Kang Qinghe shook his head and lowered his head to continue studying the pathology book.

Qi Sui looked at the black hair that fell on the girl's cheek for a few more times. There seemed to be a black line slowly moving under her thin right cheek skin.

Dizzy?

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He lifted the door curtain and walked out of the clinic. The cold air rushed in his face and rushed into his chest. He felt indescribably refreshing. He waved his hand to stop a taxi.

"Qinlong Martial Arts School."

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