Where's my golden core? Did you think I removed a kidney stone?

Chapter 29 The Technique is Complete! Inch Punch!

Zhou Jingtang looked at Su Ye, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The ward was quiet for a moment. The elderly man with gray hair slowly stood up, straightened his sleeves, and looked out the window as if he were looking at a very, very far place.

"I'm old now, my era has passed."

His voice was calm, without a trace of self-pity. Looking at Su Ye, he saw a flower similar to himself and felt quite emotional.

Zhou Jingtang was once a medical genius, full of vigor and leaving behind many wonderful stories. He was a legend in his own right. Now that he is old, his thinking has become rigid and his reactions have slowed down. He has to admit that the younger generation is surpassing the older generation.

Even though he's older, his experience, vision, and the almost terrifying accumulation of knowledge are unmatched by the younger generation.

Some things can't be learned from books.

It won't be on the test.

You have to do it one cut at a time, one step at a time, and endure it year after year before you can truly immerse yourself in it.

Zhou Jingtang turned his head and looked at Su Ye, his gaze softening slightly.

"You're good."

"Quick-witted, with agile thinking, daring to think and act, and more importantly, not impetuous. There aren't many young people who can do that."

Su Ye felt a chill run down his spine and straightened up.

Zhou Jingtang was also preparing to leave. Before he left, he said:

"I will be returning to the hospital a few times in the near future, and I will have the hospital notify you in advance."

Zhou Jingtang had actually retired, but the meaning behind his words was quite clear: he wanted to return to public life, and the reason was naturally because Su Ye had aroused his interest in talent.

Su Ye was overjoyed. He was completely convinced of Zhou Jingtang's abilities. Although he was now acting like he had a cheat code, Zhou Jingtang was, after all, a medical master with decades of experience. The knowledge, experience, and judgment in his head were the most precious treasures.

Every word Zhou Jingtang said in the ward just now was exceptionally precise, all thanks to his experience.

Li Yuefeng's situation is a "new field"!

Su Ye composed himself and solemnly said:

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingtang smiled and waved his hand.

"What are you thanking me for? I'm old now, and it's rare to see a promising talent that I like."

After saying that, he turned and left, walking slowly and gradually disappearing into the distance. The sound of high heels could be heard from downstairs; it was the old man's daughter coming to pick him up.

……

After leaving the ward, Su Ye walked along the corridor.

The scene kept replaying in his mind: the trembling of Li Yuefeng's forearm muscles, the compression of force, the resonance between the fascia and muscle fibers, and the dense ripples on the surface of the water in the glass when the last palm struck.

The difference between illness and treatment is truly only a fine line.

As he was thinking, he suddenly bumped into a familiar figure.

Vice Dean Zhao.

The vice dean seemed to be in a great mood today, his face was glowing, and his steps were lighter than usual. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw Su Ye.

"Su Ye!"

Su Ye stopped in his tracks: "Dean."

Vice Dean Zhao strode over, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Old Master Zhou Jingtang just told me that he will be coming to the hospital soon to oversee several patients. The old man is back in action! This is fantastic news for the hospital!"

He was clearly in high spirits.

It's not his fault.

For the hospital, someone of Zhou Jingtang's caliber is more than just an "expert"; he is a living symbol, a pillar of the hospital, a source of strength, and one of the hospital's backbones. If he is willing to lend his name or offer a few pointers, that is already a great honor.

But now, Old Zhou is actually willing to come out of retirement for consultations again and even come to the hospital.

This was an unexpected and delightful surprise for the First People's Hospital.

Vice Dean Zhao knew even better that the root of all this lay with Su Ye.

Old Master Zhou has decided to take on a disciple!

Thinking of this, Vice Dean Zhao's gaze towards Su Ye changed.

This is hardly a resident trainee.

This is truly a lucky star for their hospital.

Vice Dean Zhao patted Su Ye on the shoulder, his voice tinged with laughter:

"Keep up the good work, you have a bright future ahead of you! I believe in you!"

Su Ye almost laughed, but he held it in and simply said politely:

"You flatter me, Dean."

"You flatter me," Vice President Zhao waved his hand. "Just focus on learning from Professor Zhou. The hospital will take care of everything else, understand?"

"clear."

After saying a few more words, Vice President Zhao left satisfied.

The corridor fell silent again.

"Phew, I'm getting better too."

"However, I want to verify something more right now!" Su Ye's eyes were burning, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

……

After a while.

Su Ye arrived at an open space.

This place is behind the inpatient department. Few people come here usually. It is surrounded by old walls and the view is not very open. It is very suitable for short-term experiments.

He stood still for a moment, his mind slowly unfolding.

His senses spread outwards like an invisible ripple, and after confirming that no one was around, Su Ye finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The insights I had gained in the ward earlier began to surge through my mind.

"When an ordinary person exerts force, it is through the continuity of tendons and bones, and the successive action of muscle groups, so that the force travels a long distance."

"But Li Yuefeng is different."

"His evolved physique allows the forces dispersed in the fascia, muscle fibers, and motor units to resonate, converge, and unify in an instant, ultimately collapsing into a small area and exploding at a single point."

Su Ye closed his eyes and simulated it in his mind over and over again.

Muscles, tendons, fascia, motor units.

Convergence, compression, collapse.

Then return to one.

"Luckily, I studied medicine."

He suddenly smiled.

If someone else were to see the prototype of this "technique," they would at most think it's amazing and mysterious, but they might not be able to dissect, understand, or even replicate it in a short period of time.

But Su Ye is different.

He understands the human body.

Understand muscles.

Understand neural recruitment.

Understand what the synchronization of motion units means.

His mind raced, his mental energy flowed slowly through his body, and he began to gradually control his power generation pattern.

Shoulders, elbows, wrists.

Chest and back, waist and abdomen, legs and hips.

The force is not thrown out directly, but rather first gathered, first vibrated, first concentrated.

It's like pressing in layers.

Suppress it to the limit, then release it.

Su Ye's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw out his right fist!

boom!

A deep rumble of thunder suddenly exploded in the air.

It was a shorter, muffled, and more concentrated explosion, as if something had been violently shattered in front of the fist.

The surrounding earth seemed to tremble slightly.

Several withered leaves on the ground nearby were shaken and bounced up, spinning and flying away.

Further down the corridor, someone suddenly looked up.

"Is it thundering?"

"Where did this lightning come from?"

You can peek out to take a look.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Looking down again, there was no one left in that open space.

Only the wind was still blowing slowly.

Su Ye, already standing in the shadows, slowly withdrew his fist, a glint gradually appearing in his eyes.

It became.

It's not complete.

It could only be considered a very rough prototype.

But this punch truly embodied the feeling of "compressing scattered power into a single point," several times stronger than his previous air strikes! What's even more terrifying is the explosive force within it—an unimaginable destructive power!

Su Ye looked down at his fist. Beneath the knuckles, there was still a faint heat. He had touched something.

术。

The true techniques belong to those who cultivate themselves.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.