If you don't want treatment, get out! This doctor has a terrible temper.

Chapter 129 Guan Shan's "Gentle" Bone Setting Lesson

Since Renxin Pharmacy's "Midnight Diner" became popular, the people who come to see the doctor during the day have become increasingly strange.

That afternoon, a special patient came to the clinic.

She was dressed in a flowing practice outfit, with a slender figure and an ethereal air, clearly someone who had practiced dance for many years.

But her walking posture was very strange; she barely dared to put weight on her right leg, and her face was full of pain.

"Doctor, I...I think my hip is dislocated." The woman's voice was weak, tinged with a sob. "Tomorrow is the provincial dance competition finals, I...can I still dance?"

Zhao Na helped her sit down. Li Siyuan stepped forward, took her pulse, and examined her legs. He frowned and said, "It's a posterior dislocation of the hip joint, accompanied by a ligament sprain. This... is a bit serious."

"Can it be cured? Doctor, please, you must help me!" Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. "I can't use violence. My body is very sensitive. If I injure any muscles, my career will be over."

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat troubled.

This type of joint dislocation does require skillful manipulation in conventional reduction techniques, but the person in front of us is a top dancer with an extraordinary body structure and flexibility, making reduction extremely difficult.

If they accidentally cause secondary damage, they cannot afford to take the responsibility.

"Boss?" Li Siyuan looked to Wang Minyu for help.

Wang Minyu was leaning back in his recliner, flipping through a well-worn book titled "Postpartum Care of Sows," when he heard this. He lazily raised his eyelids and said, "It's nothing. Guan Shan!"

"Hey boss, what's up?" The curtain at the back of the kitchen was lifted, and Guan Shan's mountain-like figure emerged, a baguette made by Pierre dangling from his mouth, crunching it down.

"Come here," Wang Minyu said, pointing to the female dancer.

The female dancer turned pale with fright when she saw Guan Shan's explosive muscles and massive, fan-like hands. She instinctively shrank back, crying, "No...no! He...he'll crush my bones!"

Eight out of ten online rumors about Renxin Pharmacy are related to this "physical anesthesiologist".

What about slapping someone's chin back into place, or kicking a medical disputer until they're half-paralyzed... each one is full of violent aesthetics.

"Don't worry, he's eating vegetarian today," Wang Minyu casually made up.

Guan Shan walked up to the female dancer and squatted down.

When his enormous body squatted down, it was exactly at eye level with the seated woman.

He didn't immediately start, but instead smiled憨厚ly, revealing two rows of big white teeth: "Girl, don't be afraid, I know what I'm doing."

His voice was loud, but surprisingly not intimidating.

"How long have you been learning to dance?" Guan Shan asked.

"It's been... fifteen years," the woman replied nervously.

"That must be really tough, right?" Guan Shan scratched his bald head. "I used to see you guys practicing dance like this when I was in the hospital. You were doing splits and backbends all day long. It looked painful."

"It's...it's alright, I'm used to it." The woman relaxed a little.

Guan Shan didn't continue the topic, but pointed to her leg: "Try it, stretch your right leg as usual, and slowly bring it towards your chest. Yes, just like that, at the slowest speed you can manage."

The woman did as instructed, though she was still somewhat skeptical.

"Very good. Now, imagine your hip bone is a rusty door hinge, and you need to turn it open with the lightest possible force. Turn your knee to the left, and then a little bit to the left. Yes, can you feel the resistance there?"

Guan Shan gently placed his hands on the woman's knees and upper thighs, but he did not exert any force; he merely used them as a support.

"I can feel it, it hurts a lot..." Cold sweat beaded on the woman's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, pain means you've found the right place." Guan Shan's voice was as steady as a rock. "Now, listen to my instructions. Take a deep breath... and then, the moment you exhale, focus all your attention on your toes, imagine your toes stretching forward to reach for something you want most."

"The thing I want most..." the woman murmured.

"Yes, a championship trophy, or a contract, anything is fine."

The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

As she slowly exhaled and her toes instinctively pointed, Guan Shan's hand on her knees rotated outwards with a force imperceptible to outsiders, while his other hand quickly pressed down on her buttock muscles.

"Click".

A sound so faint it was almost inaudible.

Before the woman could even react, she felt the sharp pain in her hip disappear instantly, replaced by a long-lost, comfortable feeling of relaxation.

She tried moving her legs and found they were mobile, as if the excruciating pain she had just experienced was merely an illusion.

"This...this is it?" She looked at Guan Shan in disbelief.

"Alright." Guan Shan stood up, his憨厚 (honest and simple) demeanor returning. "The dislocation wasn't long, and no nerves were damaged. Go back and apply Pierre's 'Coriander Ice Cream' to it, and you'll be able to play tomorrow."

"But...you didn't use much force just now?" The woman was completely dumbfounded.

Guan Shan chuckled and pointed to the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" on Wang Minyu's desk: "The boss taught me this. He said that when assisting a sow in giving birth, you can't use brute force, otherwise it will cause tearing of the birth canal. You have to go with its flow and give it a helping hand at the moment it exerts force. This is called 'using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.'"

The entire room fell silent.

Li Siyuan and Zhao Na stared wide-eyed. It was the first time they had ever heard that orthopedic bone setting could be theoretically based on veterinary obstetrics.

The female dancer was stunned for a long time before she reacted and bowed deeply to Guan Shan: "Thank you, Master! Your technique is even better than our principal dancer's rehabilitation therapist! How much is the consultation fee?"

"Boss, how much?" Guan Shan asked, turning around.

"Considering her contributions to promoting traditional Chinese veterinary medicine... oh no, traditional medicine, let's give her a 20% discount and charge her two thousand," Wang Minyu said without looking up.

The female dancer paid the money with profuse thanks. Before leaving, she even added Guan Shan on WeChat, asking if he could be asked to provide "technical guidance" if the dance troupe had any injury problems in the future.

Guan Shan scratched his head, looking at the new friend on his phone, and said to Wang Minyu somewhat embarrassedly, "Boss, from now on... can I eat an extra bowl of rice?"

Wang Minyu closed the book, looked at Guan Shan, and a rare hint of approval appeared in his eyes: "I'll add double the amount of pork cracklings to your pork lard rice tonight."

He knew in his heart that Guan Shan's talent was not just brute force.

That kind of ultimate control over power is one in a million.

This guy isn't a violent maniac; he just lacks someone who can let him use his "disassembly" skills on "installation."

And I am that person.