Ultimate Village Doctor

Long Xiaoshan looked around his room for a while, appreciating the luxury of the five-star hotel. It was his first time staying in one, and Shangguan Baihe had booked him a room second only to the presidential suite.

It even came with amenities like a massage bathtub.

After setting down his things, bored Long Xiaoshan headed to the hotel gym to practice his boxing.

He had just learned the Yue Family Fist Technique from Yue Ling the previous night.

Though he had already achieved some proficiency, there was no end to martial arts.

Long Xiaoshan was also zealous when it came to training.

The gym wasn't crowded during the day. Long Xiaoshan looked around and found an empty room resembling a training venue, complete with punching bags. He entered and began to train diligently.

Long Xiaoshan practiced his boxing with single-minded focus, immersing himself in the experience.

After a while, he sensed five or six people entering the room.

But he didn't mind them and continued his training, being careful to control his strength and refraining from using True Qi, which would have been too showy.

The newcomers were dressed in white training suits.

They seemed surprised to see someone practicing boxing inside the venue.

Among them, a burly man with many acne scars on his face approached and said brusquely, "Hey, this is the Weifeng Martial Arts School's training area. Make some room."

Long Xiaoshan stopped his boxing and stood up.

Looking over, he frowned and replied, "Isn't this a hotel venue? Since when did it become a martial arts school?"

"The Martial Arts School is under renovation, so we've rented this place. Now move along," the man with acne scars said.

Long Xiaoshan felt displeased. If the man had asked politely, he would have given way, but seeing the man's aggressive tone, he replied calmly, "That has nothing to do with me. I'm a guest of this hotel, and I have the right to use its facilities. You should call the hotel manager to talk to me."

"You—" The man with acne scars was furious.

"Older brother, let it go. We don't have many people, and there's enough space. We're all martial artists here, just let him practice on the side," said a girl with a ponytail, speaking softly. Her demeanor was traditional, composed, and even-tempered. Dressed in a white training outfit, cinched at the waist, she accentuated the fullness of her chest and the slimness of her waist.

Long Xiaoshan took another look at her, not expecting to see such a beauty.

"Fine, kid, consider yourself lucky," the man with acne scars said, seeming to care a lot about the ponytailed girl's opinion, and glared at Long Xiaoshan.

Without even glancing at him, Long Xiaoshan cheerfully thanked the girl, "Thanks, beauty."

The girl just smiled faintly and replied, "No problem."

After the brief interlude.

The six members of the Weifeng Martial Arts School did some warm-up exercises before starting their practice.

It seemed the man with acne scars was also a coach.

He directed the five others, occasionally stepping in to correct their movements.

After completing two rounds of practice, Long Xiaoshan took a break.

Curious, he observed the Martial Arts School disciples training. As a novice in ancient martial arts who had only started formal training yesterday, he was eager to see what modern Martial Arts Schools were like and wondered if he might pick up a few moves.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help feeling profoundly disappointed.

This was the level of Martial Arts Schools?

Even though he had only learned ancient martial arts last night from Yue Ling, he could tell that the practice of these people wasn't even worthy of being called fancy boxing or showy legwork. Not to mention his current skills, but even when he had just come out of prison, he could have taken down these few people.

The only one with some ability seemed to be that acne-scarred man.

His footwork was stable, and he had some technique in applying force; it was obvious that he had genuinely trained in martial arts.

Currently, the man with acne scars was sparring under the guise of practicing with the traditional-looking girl.

Long Xiaoshan watched with a frown.

The acne-scarred man was clearly stronger than the traditional-looking girl.

One could tell at a glance that the girl was an amateur.

In the sparring session, the man with acne scars was completely indulging in a grappling state.

It looked intense, but it was clear that he was taking advantage of the classical girl, his hands constantly grazing her waist and buttocks, and occasionally the two would fall to the ground together, their limbs entwined, with the pockmarked man pressing his entire body on top of her.

The classical girl's face was flushed red.

Although she also felt his hands were inappropriate.

Yet since it was martial arts practice, physical contact was inevitable.

So she endured it, thinking it was an accidental touch.

"Scum," Long Xiaoshan spat out two words.

Although he didn't say it loudly, everyone in the venue could hear him.

The pockmarked man immediately got up from the ground and shouted at Long Xiaoshan with a stern voice, "What did you say?"

"I said scum, are you admitting to it?" Long Xiaoshan spread his hands.

"Kid, are you looking for death?"

The pockmarked man rushed in front of Long Xiaoshan, his finger almost poking Long Xiaoshan's face, spittle flying.

If it weren't for the guests of the five-star hotel staying here, he would have started a fight already.

"Whether I'm seeking death or not, what's it to you? Get your hand off me."

Long Xiaoshan slapped away the pockmarked man's hand.

"Go to hell!"

The pockmarked man was completely enraged, being a Martial Arts School Disciple, he was naturally aggressive and ferocious, and his status was no simple matter. With a twist of his footwork, he aimed a kick at Long Xiaoshan's abdomen.

The kick was fast.

And it was very decisive, ruthless. If an ordinary person were hit by this kick, they would definitely be crippled.

Long Xiaoshan's eyes narrowed, the smile on his face growing thicker.

But those who knew him were aware.

This meant Long Xiaoshan was very angry.

Slap!

Crack!

The pockmarked man cried out in pain, falling to the ground.

His other leg was twisted at a strange angle, it wasn't clear if it was broken or dislocated.

"Brother!"

The other Martial Arts School Disciples rushed over, helping the pockmarked man up.

The pockmarked man was in so much pain that his face twisted, and with a ferocious look, he said to Long Xiaoshan, "You dare break my leg, do you know who I am?"

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll break the other two of your legs," Long Xiaoshan said with a smile, showing eight big white teeth.

A hint of fear flashed across the pockmarked man's face.

Although he wished he could kill Long Xiaoshan right now, he was aware that he was no match for him. He hadn't seen the kick coming, and if he kept being stubborn, he would only be hurting himself.

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. As long as this kid remains in Hechuan City, I'll be able to avenge this broken leg sooner or later.

"Take me to the hospital," the pockmarked man gritted his teeth and said to the Martial Arts School Disciples.

The Martial Arts School Disciples hurriedly carried him towards the exit.

Several people walked out.

But the classical girl hesitated for a few steps. Watching the pockmarked man being carried away, she said to Long Xiaoshan, "You've caused a big problem; he's the son of Weifeng Martial Arts School's Master. If you've broken his leg, the Master will definitely come looking for you."

"Beautiful lady, you seem quite concerned about me," Long Xiaoshan said with a smile.

"I just don't want to see you die," Bai Xuehen said with annoyance.

"Don't worry, I won't die. As for you, don't continue practicing with them, you won't learn much."

"I know."

"You know?" Long Xiaoshan said in surprise, "Then why do you still learn from him?"

Bai Xuehen's eyes clouded with a touch of sorrow, and shaking her head, she walked out of the venue.