Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 21: Astounding Everyone

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Astounding Everyone

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Everyone present looked at Chen Dashan in shock, doubting the truth of what he said.

Peng Hu squinted his eyes; Chen Dashan’s words undoubtedly struck a chord with him, making him very tempted.

Two days ago, Peng Hu had a conflict with another boss in the county. He thought he had practiced some martial arts and chose to resolve the conflict through a match. As a result, his hand was broken, and he lost.

Later, he sought treatment from various doctors. They all said his hand could be healed, but it would be useless after surgery. As someone who roamed the world of martial arts, he was unwilling to become disabled. Therefore, he asked around for renowned doctors, and his partner, Wang Shiman, heard about it and introduced him to Chen Dashan.

Unexpectedly, this Chen Dashan dared to boast about curing him.

"Brother Chen, I don’t like to joke. If you can’t cure me and you’re playing me, don’t blame me for teaching you a lesson without considering your sister’s face," Peng Hu said seriously.

Chen Dashan said, "Mr. Peng, I am certainly not joking with you. I am confident."

"But you need to fully cooperate with me."

Peng Hu readily agreed, "Alright, I can cooperate. Tell me, what do I need to do?"

Chen Dashan said, "Mr. Peng, I can treat your hand right now, but the process will be very painful. I’m afraid you won’t be able to help moving around, which could affect my treatment."

"I suggest you have your men hold down your limbs to keep you from moving."

Peng Hu laughed, "Brother Chen, you underestimate me. Over the years, I’ve been through life and death; there’s no scene I haven’t experienced."

"Whatever method you have, show me. I promise not to make a sound!"

What a joke, Peng Hu had been roaming the world of martial arts for over ten years, a ruthless man licking blood off the knife edge, who had sewn wounds without anesthetics before.

"Alright." Chen Dashan nodded slightly.

He walked up to Peng Hu and took out a box of silver needles from his bosom.

"Mr. Peng, I will first realign your bone, then perform acupuncture, and finally give you a prescription to nourish your body. You will recover within a month."

After saying this, Chen Dashan grabbed Peng Hu’s right arm with one hand. He extended two fingers from the other hand, bent them slightly like pliers, and clamped them down.

Then, he ran the two fingers down the arm along the way.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones cracking, like beans popping, echoed continuously.

"Ah!"

Sweat broke out on Peng Hu’s forehead as he couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

He had never experienced such excruciating pain before; it hurt more than when his arm was broken!

His whole body shook uncontrollably, and he twisted desperately, trying to stand up and break free.

"Don’t move!"

Chen Dashan’s face darkened, and he pressed the struggling Peng Hu back onto the sofa with one hand.

Peng Hu obediently lay on the sofa, enduring the pain in his arm, unable to move an inch.

"Uh, this?"

Peng Hu looked at Chen Dashan in horror.

At this moment, it was as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all!

This Chen Dashan, how could he have such great strength! He was holding him down with just one hand?

Peng Hu was a practitioner, with solid kung-fu, able to break bricks with one hand!

This Chen Dashan’s kung-fu was actually above his own; he was a true master!

While Peng Hu was in shock, Chen Dashan had already realigned his dislocated bone.

Then, he took the box from the table and removed the silver needles.

Twisting the silver needles, he performed acupuncture on Peng Hu’s arm continuously, clearing the meridians and blood vessels.

During this process, he used the Sun and Moon Technique to channel True Qi and heal Peng Hu’s broken bone.

Three minutes later.

He retrieved the silver needles, finishing the treatment.

"Mr. Peng, I will write you a prescription. Take it as prescribed, and don’t lift heavy objects with your hand for a month." Chen Dashan said seriously.

Peng Hu moved his right hand carefully and found it no longer hurt; he could even pick up the teacup on the table.

"It’s really healed!" Peng Hu said in amazement, looking at Chen Dashan with admiration.

"Great! Thank you, Mr. Chen!" Peng Hu thanked repeatedly, instructing his men, "Quickly, bring paper and a pen for Mr. Chen!"

Soon, a subordinate handed over the paper and pen, and Chen Dashan wrote a prescription and handed it to Peng Hu.

Peng Hu treated it like a treasure, carefully putting the prescription into his pocket.

"Mr. Chen, I’m sorry. Earlier, it was my fault for not recognizing your formidable skill! Please forgive my previous rudeness." Peng Hu stood up, bowed to Chen Dashan, and sincerely apologized.

"I, Peng Hu, admire people with real skills the most. From now on, you are my good brother. Your business is my business. If you need anything, just let me know." Peng Hu said.

Chen Dashan smiled humbly, "Mr. Peng, you’re too kind."

Peng Hu readily said, "Brother Chen, you cured my hand. I will pay you two hundred thousand yuan as consultation fee, and also give you an exclusive suite in the Red Leaf Resort. From now on, this place will be your home. Come and play often; all expenses are on me."

Chen Dashan chuckled, "Brother Peng, then I humbly accept."

He knew that dealing with someone like Peng Hu required straightforwardness. If he were too modest, Peng Hu would feel slighted.

"Great!" Peng Hu laughed heartily, then instructed his subordinate, "Call the lobby manager, Li Jiao, over to meet Brother Chen. From now on, whenever Brother Chen comes, take him to the exclusive suite and waive all his expenses! And tell Li Jiao to bring me the 1990s Moutai that I have been saving. I want to have a drink with Brother Chen."

The subordinate immediately took out his phone and made the call.

"Brother Chen, I’ve got a question. Have you practiced kung-fu? How do you have such great strength? I’ve trained in solid kung-fu for over ten years, and you held me down with one hand. It’s truly surprising." Peng Hu asked curiously.

Peng Hu knew that healers had their own unique techniques and didn’t ask how Chen Dashan cured him.

More than that, he was curious about how Chen Dashan, seemingly not very muscular, could have such great strength.

Chen Dashan smiled, "Brother Peng, the practice of medicine and martial arts are connected. I have indeed practiced some kung-fu."

Peng Hu praised, "Truly, heroes emerge from the young. Brother Chen, you’re so skilled in both kung-fu and medicine at such a young age. Your future is boundless!"

Saying this, he had already developed a desire to befriend Chen Dashan, thinking about how to curry favor with him.

Tap, tap, tap.

At that moment, the sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed.

Li Jiao entered with a bottle of Moutai, pushing the door open.

"President Peng, I’ve brought your wine."

Li Jiao said with a fawning smile and a flirtatious look.

Peng Hu waved and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Chen Dashan, Mr. Chen, my good brother. From now on, treat him like a VIP whenever he comes to the Red Leaf Resort."

"Come, pour drinks for me and Brother Chen."

"Alright." Li Jiao smiled sweetly.

When she saw Chen Dashan, she was terrified and froze on the spot.

What! This hillbilly!

He really was President Peng’s esteemed guest!

How could this be!