Chapter 19 Let Me Try

Looking at the faces in front of him which were simple but with pain and supplication, Zhao Menfeng did not feel good in his heart. If he could, he would rather spend a lot of money to make some more runes of healing. But making these runes took time and a lot of healing materials. It was impossible to get them all in such a short time! With a helpless look on his face, Zhao Menfeng threw up his hands to the wounded who had not yet received treatment, and said with a bitter smile, "I have used up all the runes of healing that I have. And there's not enough time for me to draw new runes again. You are so badly injured that you must be treated in time. Otherwise, it will be too late even if I draw runes to heal you. I understand your difficulties, but I really have no other choice!" As Wang Ke looked at the wounded people who were begging in front of him, the excitement in his heart disappeared. For these people who lived at the bottom of society and earned money by selling their labor, he understood their suffering and difficulties. Because his family was not much better than these poor people. Back then, if his family had not been poor and if he had not been unwilling to let his parents give their dignity and borrow money, with his grades, he could still go to a general junior college even if not a top university. Zhao Menfeng's words disappointed him. Looking at the painful faces of the wounded in front of him, Wang Ke was thinking fast in his mind. His spirit energy had a good healing effect. In the past, when he was injured, he could heal himself quickly with his spirit energy. But if he really treated them with spirit energy here, everyone present would know his cultivation of spirit energy. But he could not bear his being indifferent and doing nothing. His confidence did not come solely from the fact that he had healed himself. He had also used his spirit energy to set a broken bone for a man who was so drunk that he broke his arm. That treatment was very effective. Half a minute later, he made up his mind. "Let me try! Maybe I can heal your injuries." Wang Ke said softly. The injured migrant workers who were about to leave for the hospital all looked shocked. This young man who had been standing and watching could treat their injuries? He was so young. How could he possibly do that? Did he also have the runes of healing? Looking at Wang Ke who looked calm, Zhao Menfeng suddenly became interested. He would like to see what kind of treatment this young man, who he met by coincidence, would take. A man with his arm injured looked at Wang Ke's young face and asked with a hint of hope in his eyes, "Young... young man, do you also have the runes of healing?" Wang Ke shook his head and said, "I don't have any runes of healing, nor can I draw one." The man looked disappointed, and the hopeful look that had just appeared on others' faces also faded. "Forget it. Let's go to the hospital! This boy is too young. Without the runes of healing, it is impossible to heal our injuries!" One of them sighed bitterly, and his tone of voice revealed his disbelief in Wang Ke. "Let's go. Since Mr. Zhao doesn't have the runes of healing, let's not make it difficult for him. We have no other choice but to go to the hospital to suffer a bit and spend some money." Another person said with a gloomy expression. "We can't delay treating our injuries any longer and must go to the hospital as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be hard for us to completely recover." Wang Ke frowned slightly. He did not expect that these injured migrant workers in front of him did not believe that he could treat them. But this was not the time for being emotional, so he once again said seriously, "I can really heal your injuries. It will not be done in a super short time, but still shorter than the time it takes you to rush to the hospital and ask the doctor for treatment." Zhao Menfeng, with curiosity in his eyes, looked at Wang Ke's serious face and listened to his words in a firm tone. He thought for a while before turning his head to the injured who had not yet received treatment and said, "Since he's so sure, give him a try! Anyway, his treatment does not cost any money. And we will see soon if it will work." Those injured people looked at each other, and then they nodded their heads and agreed. Mr. Zhao was right. It wouldn't cost to give him a try anyway. And if it really worked, it could even save them from spending money at the hospital. Of course, if he asked for money, it would also be cheaper than at the hospital. The middle-aged injured man who expressed disbelief in Wang Ke said, "Since Mr. Zhao has said so, I'll try it first! Young man, don't worry. Even if you can't heal us, we won't blame you." Wang Ke gave Zhao Menfeng a grateful look. Then he nodded to this middle-aged injured man and gently squatted down beside him. Wang Ke ran the spirit energy to his palms and touched the fracture site of the man's arm. With the help of the spirit energy, he could keenly feel the fracture. A dozen seconds later, Wang Ke grabbed the man's arm with both hands. He dragged, stroked, twisted, pushed, and quickly set the broken bone. All of these were done in one go, as smoothly as floating clouds and flowing water. With a cracking sound of the bones and the miserable screaming of the man, the spirit energy flowed through his palms and into the man's injury. Spirit energy had a magical healing effect on wounds and bones. The middle-aged injured man screamed for only six or seven seconds. Then the pain on his face slowly disappeared and disbelief appeared in his eyes. "Huh? It does not hurt that much now. But it's so itchy." Wang Ke smiled in his heart and generously injected his spirit energy into the man's injury. Looking at how Wang Ke set the broken bone, Zhao Menfeng was dumbfounded. Hearing the middle-aged injured man murmuring, a shocked look appeared on his face. Traditional Chinese treatment of bone-setting? But how could it be itchy? Suddenly, Zhao Menfeng discovered something that he could not understand, which made him filled with confusion and curiosity. The injured around looked at Wang Ke's series of movements in astonishment. The rhythm of how he treated the man really amazed them. The words of the worker who received the treatment also excited them. How on earth did this young man make it? He could really heal the injuries of these people! "Sun, does it really not hurt anymore? How do you feel?" A middle-aged man who had not yet received treatment asked. With excitement on his face, the middle-aged migrant worker who received treatment turned his head to look at the fellow worker who asked, and said excitedly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. I feel my bones seem to have been connected. Just itchy. A bit itchy. You know what? The itch is also a bit comfortable." "Oh my goodness! How did this young man make it? Just a pull, a twist, and a stroke, and then all good? This is so incredible! And why it is itchy?" The middle-aged man who asked was shocked and shouted. Others were also full of shock and they all came much closer. "Oh my goodness! No more bleeding at the wound. How did this happen?" "Huh? The wound seems to have become smaller. No, no. Is it scabbing? Oh, dear! I'm not dreaming, am I?" "The wound is healing, and the treatment is working." "..." The migrant workers exclaimed. They had seen the miracle of the runes of healing and thought that they would not be marveled by any other magical means again. But seeing Wang Ke's treatment, they still could not help but be shocked beyond measure by the change of the wound and the effect of the treatment. Mr. Zhao had relied on the runes of the healing to treat them before. So even if it was magic, it was the magic of the runes of healing. But! This young man was relying on his own real skills! He just performed such a miraculous cure without even using any tools. Was he a highly skilled doctor? Three minutes later. Wang Ke slowly let go of the wound at the arm of the middle-aged injured man and smiled, "For some specific reason, I can only treat you up to this point. Your broken bones have been set, and the deep wounds have healed quite a bit. If you don't exert your strength too much, you will recover in a week at most." The middle-aged injured man moved his arm slightly. The itchy feeling was not so obvious, and the pain had also disappeared. A trace of embarrassment and gratitude appeared on his face. He said to Wang Ke, "Young man, thank you so much! I was just entertaining an angel unawares and didn't know that you are a real master. I hope you can forgive me. You are the living Budda who saves people from suffering. I can wait for a week. I'll definitely take good care of my arm." Wang Ke nodded with a smile and then went to the next injured person. Half an hour later, Wang Ke had treated all the remaining injured people before he slowly stood up. At this time, the spirit energy in his body was almost exhausted. The weakness coming from his body made him feel uncomfortable. And even his mind was also exhausted because of the constant treatment. If he didn't try hard to suppress the drowsy feeling, he would have fallen to the ground and passed out. Those migrant workers uttered some words of gratitude to Wang Ke and Zhao Menfeng. They were even going to give them money, but the two people refused. After seeing the migrant workers off, Wang Ke felt that he could not make it anymore. So without saying a word to Zhao Menfeng, he sat on the ground cross-legged and almost paralyzed. He closed his eyes and began to cultivate to restore his spirit energy. Standing in front of Wang Ke, Zhao Menfeng looked at his exhausted pale face and secretly sighed in his heart. He could now guess that the treatment that Wang Ke had just given to the injured people must have something to do with the spirit energy he was cultivating. He didn't disturb Wang Ke. Instead, he strode to the door of Self House and gently closed the door. Coming back and sitting down opposite Wang Ke, he looked at the young man in front of him carefully. He didn't look like a show-off. But just now, he was willing to expose his magical skills to treat the injured, which was enough to show that he was a kind-hearted young man. He knew Fengshui and could read faces. So he habitually looked at Wang Ke's appearance and began to read his face. Ten minutes later, the old body of Zhao Menfeng trembled slightly, and a touch of oddity appeared in his eyes. "It is like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water. All are in a blur and nature's mystery has not emerged. But it shows that his fate is deeply entwined with mine." Zhao Menfeng muttered with his eyes flashing with confusion.