Yang Feilong practiced his basic skills in his room.
To practice boxing without practicing skills is to waste effort in old age. Skills refer to basic skills, hand techniques, footwork, and leg techniques, all of which are basic skills!
Although he was on the path of Qi cultivation, which was a method of immortals, he had not abandoned the basic skills that the country had inherited for thousands of years. He had combined the strengths of various schools, taking the essence and discarding the dross.
This was his daily routine.
Through wind and rain, for more than ten years, it had never stopped.
Of course, the purpose of practicing martial arts was also very clear: first, to strengthen the body, and second, to help the weak and uphold justice.
His body had a 'disease,' and it was a serious one. He was not supposed to live past the age of six, but thanks to his master's miraculous healing, he was able to live until now.
And with a stronger body, he could better treat his own 'illness.'
Ding dong~~~
At this moment, the doorbell rang.
"Who would come to find me at this time?" Yang Feilong tidied himself up, then looked through the peephole. It was Ouyang Yixue.
He was not surprised that Ouyang Yixue had come to his door. After all, she could have just asked at the office!
He opened the door and let Ouyang Yixue in.
Ouyang Yixue looked at Yang Feilong with his upper body bare and felt a bit embarrassed. However, she was filled with emotion, thinking, "I really didn't expect my teacher to have such a good physique. His face is resolute, and he even has some nice-looking abdominal muscles."
"Teacher, are you practicing martial arts?" Ouyang Yixue couldn't help but ask, as she saw that Yang Feilong was covered in sweat.
"Yes!" Yang Feilong replied. As he spoke, he wiped himself with a towel, then put on a short shirt. He glanced at Ouyang Yixue, whose eyes were still red and swollen despite the treatment, and asked, "Did you come to see me after your check-up?"
Ouyang Yixue nodded and apologized, "I'm sorry, Teacher Yang. I shouldn't have doubted you before."
"No need to apologize. I didn't take it to heart. Tell me your thoughts!" Yang Feilong chuckled lightly.
"My thoughts?" Ouyang Yixue was stunned.
"Do you want the hospital to treat you, or do you want me to treat you?" Yang Feilong said.
"Can Teacher treat it?" Ouyang Yixue was overjoyed at this.
"I can," Yang Feilong nodded.
"Does it require surgery? Can it be completely cured?" Ouyang Yixue asked, suppressing her shyness. This was what she cared about most.
She already knew the hospital's treatment plan: surgery was required, with no guarantee of a complete cure, and there was a possibility of recurrence. If it recurred, she would only be racing against the King of Hell, and when she could no longer run, she would bid farewell to this world!
"No surgery is needed, and it can be completely cured!" Yang Feilong said without hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Yixue was ecstatic. Her teacher must truly be a divine physician from Baiyun Mountain. He could completely cure her without surgery!
"Then I'll let Teacher treat me!" Ouyang Yixue said repeatedly, almost weeping with joy.
As a woman, who would want to become incomplete? And that too, one of a woman's most important parts.
"Don't agree so quickly. I haven't told you my treatment method yet," Yang Feilong sighed.
"What method?" Ouyang Yixue's heart skipped a beat.
"Because I need to perform acupuncture and massage. And for that, you cannot wear a shirt," Yang Feilong shrugged.
"..." Ouyang Yixue's face instantly turned red.
No wonder.
Now she somewhat understood why Yang Feilong had asked her to get a check-up before.
"Although I am a doctor and don't mind this, you are still a woman. If you have such reservations, it's better to go to the hospital. After all, it's still early, and the hospital can do it," Yang Feilong said with a shrug. "You can think it over, or you can discuss it with your family."
"Can I have some time to think?" Ouyang Yixue took a deep breath and said.
"Okay, take your time to think," Yang Feilong nodded and poured Ouyang Yixue a glass of hot water.
He then began practicing Tai Chi in the room. He liked Tai Chi very much because it allowed him to better control his body.
Ouyang Yixue held the teacup and drank water absentmindedly.
She had previously had a prejudice against Yang Feilong and hadn't looked at him carefully. But now, as she watched him practice Tai Chi, her mood became inexplicably calm, and she even blushed a little, thinking that to be treated, she would have to be completely open. Even though it was only her upper body, she was still a woman!
Of course, it was also fortunate that Yang Feilong was very handsome. Although she was shy, she did not feel disgusted or strongly resistant.
Yang Feilong practiced for an hour, and Ouyang Yixue watched for an hour.
"Have you decided?" Yang Feilong asked. "Do you need to contact your family again?"
"No need to contact them. I can make this decision myself. I've thought it through. I hope Teacher can save me!" Ouyang Yixue said with a blush and a deep breath. It was too embarrassing to tell her family about this.
"Since that's the case, then take off your shirt and lie down on the bed!" Yang Feilong said. "The sooner you get treated, the sooner you can relax. Moreover, this illness is easier to treat the earlier it's addressed. I'll go make some preparations!"
The next step was very difficult for Ouyang Yixue, especially undressing in front of a man.
"Wait, you don't need to take off your pants," Yang Feilong said as he entered the room and saw Ouyang Yixue about to take off her pants, quickly stopping her.
Hearing this, Ouyang Yixue was so ashamed that she almost buried her face in the blanket. She was so nervous that she had forgotten what Yang Feilong had said earlier.
Although Yang Feilong had treated many people, this was the first time he had seen a woman undressed. Even though it was only half of her, she was a peerless beauty whose looks were not much inferior to his master's. He repeatedly chanted the Heart Cleansing Mantra to suppress the stray thoughts in his mind.
Ouyang Yixue closed her eyes, her body stiff.
"Relax a little, don't be nervous, otherwise, the effect of the treatment will be affected," Yang Feilong's voice sounded.
"En, I'll try my best," Ouyang Yixue's voice trembled.
Next, this treatment was very long for Ouyang Yixue.
When Yang Feilong finished the treatment, she even felt a sense of loss.
This made her secretly curse herself, "Ouyang Yixue, you shameless woman! Teacher Yang is treating your illness, what are you thinking about!"
Yang Feilong's massage was not ordinary. It involved the use of true qi. Why couldn't ordinary people treat this illness? The reason was naturally the absence of true qi.
After the massage and kneading, Yang Feilong took out silver needles for acupuncture, also using his true qi.
The true qi flowed in, merging with the true qi that had entered during the massage.
Whoosh~~
It began to kill the cancer cells.
Yang Feilong's soul power even infiltrated, destroying every single cancerous cell and even improving the activity of Ouyang Yixue's cells in that area.
He worked for about an hour.
Then Yang Feilong took out a white cloth to cover that area.
"Wait for half an hour, and it'll be fine after I remove the needles," Yang Feilong said weakly.
Ouyang Yixue finally opened her eyes. Her face was flushed, but when she saw Yang Feilong's pale complexion, she couldn't help but care, "Teacher, you look very tired."
"I'm fine. This kind of illness is not easy to treat!" Yang Feilong chuckled.
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Ouyang Yixue inexplicably recalled what had just happened. Her face turned red, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to turn over.
"Don't turn over, you still have needles in you," Yang Feilong said quickly.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Teacher. I, I almost forgot," Ouyang Yixue said with a blush.
Yang Feilong also turned his back. Although her upper body was covered, the exposed scenery was still enough to make one's blood boil. He was a doctor, and a skilled cultivator, but he was not a pure-hearted monk; he was also a vigorous young man.
Half an hour later, Yang Feilong removed all the silver needles from Ouyang Yixue.
Then he placed the needles in the medicinal basin he had prepared to sterilize them and let Ouyang Yixue get dressed.
"Teacher, I feel better than ever! My condition is even better than before," Ouyang Yixue said with a blush, coming to Yang Feilong's side.
"The breast cancer is gone, so naturally, you're feeling better," Yang Feilong smiled. Of course, it was better. There was still residual true qi within your breasts, improving your body.
"Teacher, let me help you clean these needles!" Ouyang Yixue said.
"No need," Yang Feilong waved his hand. "You can go back now!"
"En, okay. Thank you, Teacher. If you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to tell me," Ouyang Yixue said earnestly.
"I don't need anything," Yang Feilong waved his hand. "Just don't spread my medical skills, otherwise, I'll be worked to death!"
Having treated two serious illnesses in two consecutive days, he felt like his body was being drained.
"I remember!" Ouyang Yixue nodded, then thought for a moment and asked, "Teacher, will it recur? Do I need another check-up?"
Yang Feilong pondered for a moment. "It's best to have one or two more treatments, coming back in seven or eight days. Otherwise, there's still a possibility of recurrence."
"Ah?" She had only asked casually, and she hadn't expected that she would actually need a follow-up. Did she have to relive today's experience one or two more times?
"If you don't want a follow-up, that's fine. At worst, it'll recur, and we'll treat it again," Yang Feilong said with a smile.
"Then, let's go for a complete cure!" Ouyang Yixue said, biting her lip. After all, she had gone through it once, so she could accept it a second or third time.
But if it recurred later, it might be more severe, and treatment would be more troublesome then!
"Then, Teacher, I'm leaving," Ouyang Yixue said.
"En," Yang Feilong nodded.
Thus, Ouyang Yixue took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and left.
She was going to the hospital for a follow-up check-up. Of course, before going to the hospital, she decided to go back to her dormitory to change her clothes, as she had sweated profusely out of nervousness. The thought of this made her feel extremely ashamed. Teacher had treated her illness, and she had been so useless.
It was truly mortifying!