disagreement, while others nodded their heads in agreement. Even Professor Chen and his group gave mixed responses; some nodded in agreement, while others shook their heads in disbelief. Those who sh...Chapter Thirty-One: Following

"Grandpa, Dad, this is my good friend Xiao Yu!" Upon entering the house and seeing the two sitting on the sofa reading newspapers, Zhuo Simiao pointed to Xiao Yu and introduced him.

"Grandfather Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo, I am Xiao Yu. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I heard that you both like tea, so I brought some tea leaves!" Upon hearing Zhuo Simiao's introduction, Xiao Yu bowed slightly as a sign of respect and placed the purchased tea on the table.

"Xiao, don't bring anything when coming to your own home! This is not something to repeat in the future!" Seeing this young man who was neither servile nor overbearing but rather polite and respectful, General Zhuo Hongxing (Zhuo Simiao's grandfather) smiled slightly and said.

"Xiao, come sit down. Make yourself at home here; don't be too formal!" Zhuo Simiao's father, Zhuo Gloria, put down the newspaper with a gentle demeanor and stood up.

Looking at these two people before him, who were humble and kind despite their high positions without any airs about them, it was no wonder that his second brother didn't have any of the arrogance typical of officials' sons. It's clear that the Zhuo family has excellent moral education and strict family values.

"Xiao Yu, did you fix Zhang Dahan’s arm" As soon as Xiao Yu sat down on the sofa in the living room, Zhuo Gloria asked.

Zhuo Hongxing also leaned forward to listen intently. He truly couldn't believe that an arm which his entire family struggled with for a whole day could be fixed by a young man like him. Inside, Colonel Zhuo Hongjun felt somewhat indignant about this.

"Well, it was just luck; I had seen a similar medical case before!" Xiao Yu nodded and said modestly.

"Oh... that explains it!" Zhuo Hongxin, who had been listening by the side, nodded and let out a long breath. He thought to himself that this explained why he could treat the condition well; it turns out he had seen similar medical records before. If my family had seen such cases before, we should also be able to handle them... However, this young man is not bad either; just having seen one case and being able to perform the technique correctly is quite skillful indeed. So he casually asked: "I heard from Xiaomiao that you practice a hereditary medical skill. Is it specifically bone-setting"

"No, it's traditional Chinese medicine passed down through my family, but I only have some knowledge of bone-setting." Xiao Yu shook his head and said slowly.

"Xiao, how did you manage to treat Zhang Dahan Would you mind explaining the reason" Zhuo Guangrong suddenly asked.

"Grandpa, Dad..." Zhuo Simiao knew that every family practicing traditional Chinese medicine, especially those with hereditary skills, had their unique techniques. These were often passed down within a single line of descent and not even to disciples or daughters in some cases. So when he heard his father's question, Zhuo Simiao called out quickly.

Hearing Zhuo Simiao's call, Zhuo Guangrong suddenly realized that his question might have touched upon someone else’s unique skills. He then said solemnly: "Xiao, I'm sorry, it was my thoughtlessness!"

"Second Brother, Uncle Zhuo..." Just as Xiao Yu was about to speak, the phone in the living room rang, interrupting him. Zhuo Simiao ran over and picked up the call: "Is Commander Zhuo Hongxin at home"

Upon hearing that the caller wanted his grandfather, Zhuo Simiao quickly passed the phone over: "Hello, this is Zhuo Hongxin speaking."

"Old Zhuo, hello, I'm Xiao Liao from the Office. Grandpa Zhong has had a sudden heart attack, it's critical!" The man hurriedly said over the phone.

"Alright, I'll be right there!" After hanging up, Zhu Hongxing told Zhu Guangrong: "Old Zhong's heart disease has flared up again, it's critical. You and I should go take a look."

"Yes, Father!" Zhu Guangrong responded and got ready to accompany his father.

"Xiao Miao, Xiao Xiu, you both come along with us! It'll be good for you to learn something!" As Zhu Hongxing walked towards the door, some unseen force made him call out Zhu Simiao and Xiao Yu as well.

On their way, Xiao Yu said to the Zhuos: "Uncle Zhuo, Grandpa Zhuo, have you heard of the martial arts world"

Zhu Guangrong shook his head blankly while Zhu Hongxing nodded and replied: "I've heard my father mention it before. But he also mentioned that after the war and ten years of turmoil, the martial arts world has declined and is almost extinct!" He then looked at Xiao Yu in surprise and asked: "Are you saying Zhang Dahan's injury is related to the martial arts world"

Xiao Yu nodded and slowly explained: "From what my grandpa told me, despite the war and ten years of turmoil, the domestic martial arts community never truly vanished. Some martial artists retreated into deep forests in semi-seclusion, while others moved overseas to America, Hong Kong, Macau, and Southeast Asian countries. The injury Zhang Dahan received was caused by a variation of the 'Little Dislocation Bone Technique' which was once popular among martial artists in southwestern China."

Pausing for a moment to let everyone digest this information, Xiao Yu continued: "The Little Dislocation Bone Technique is a simplified version of the Southern Shaolin's Dislocation Bone Technique and its power is only one-tenth or less. Fortunately, Big Brother was hit with the former; if it had been the latter, I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it even now. Since Big Brother got injured at the border, it must have been done by a disciple of the Southern Shaolin branch that moved abroad back then."

'Sss!' A cold breath was drawn collectively by several members of the Zhuo family. Even this simplified version was already so terrifying; if it were the real bone-dislocating palm technique, then...

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The General Hospital of PLA, VIP ward.

Xiao Yu followed three people from the Zhuo family to the top floor of the high-ranking officials' specialized care unit in the General Hospital of PLA. As soon as they got off the elevator, two PLA soldiers were standing guard at the entrance. A man around forty years old was pacing back and forth restlessly. Upon seeing Zhuo Hongxing step out from the elevator, he hurriedly greeted him: "Old Zhuo, you’re here!" Then he nodded to acknowledge Zhuo Rongguang's presence as well. As for Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu, they were completely ignored.

"Little Liao, what happened Wasn’t everything fine this afternoon" Zhuo Hongxing asked the man while walking alongside him.

"I’m not quite sure. After Old Zhong had some food for dinner, he suddenly fell ill without any prior indication!" The man named Little Liao frowned as he thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.

Following behind the others, Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao felt an eerie sense of being watched every time they walked a short distance with their sharp instincts.

"Old Zhuo, Director Zhuo, Old Zhong’s condition is currently stable. The幾位專家正在會議室等著您們會診。”名叫小廖的男子走到寫著會議室的門前，對卓紅星和卓光榮說道。

至於卓思邈和蕭煜則是理也冇理，直接把他們當成跟著長輩漲見識來的小輩。心裡對卓老微微有一絲埋怨，鐘老這麼重的病，您老還有心思教晚輩？當然這話他不敢說出口，雖然小廖級彆不低是鐘老辦公室的主任正廳級，但跟卓老一比就什麼也不是了。et, he had no idea where exactly this place was.In fact, this is one of the four great snowy peaks in Tibet – Daguo Snow Mountain, said to be a gathering place for gods and immortals.Xiao Yu stood on...