Starting with Push-ups: Liver Experience Directory 8

Chapter 8: Skill Effect “Iron Fist”

Fang Cheng lifted his head.

He saw the panel emitting a more brilliant light than usual.

Two small arrows appeared to the right of the “Boxing” skill bar.

They listed the specific content of two enhancement directions.

[Enhancement 1: 6 points of free attribute reward]
[Enhancement 2: 2 points of physique attribute reward, skill effect “Iron Fist”]
[Note: This effect can increase the toughness of the palm bones and muscles to twice the total physique attribute]

A choice for enhancement.

Fang Cheng had encountered this situation before when upgrading the “Speed Reading” skill.

At that time, to quickly improve his learning efficiency, he gave up a 4-point mental attribute enhancement.

He chose another enhancement direction.

1 point of mental attribute, and a skill effect that enhanced reading and memory fourfold—”Rapid Eye Movement”.

A similar choice appeared again.

Only this time, both enhancement rewards were more generous than before and were perfectly suited to Fang Cheng’s current needs.

Choosing Enhancement 1.

Adding these 6 points of free attributes to strength and agility could instantly bring him to the physical fitness level of a professional boxer.

Choosing Enhancement 2.

Although it only added 2 points of physique, the fists becoming as hard as iron, the improvement to combat ability was self-evident.

More importantly, the skill effect had growth potential.

10 points of physique could achieve the effect of 20 points of physique, 20 points would be the effect of 40 points.

And so on, it was hard to imagine how terrifying these hands would become in the future?

Perhaps, tearing apart a Gundam wouldn’t be a dream!

One offered a short-term boost, the other focused on long-term development.

After considering for a few seconds, Fang Cheng made his decision.

“Choose Enhancement 2!”

As he silently muttered in his heart, the blood in his entire body seemed to boil, continuously surging into his palms.

Fang Cheng felt his hands suddenly tighten.

The metacarpals, phalanges, and muscles attached to the joints seemed to be compressed by a strong force from the outside in.

This intense pain lasted only for a moment before abruptly disappearing.

The two small arrows on the panel also disappeared.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and gazed at his hands.

In the sunlight, his fingers appeared slender and white, with clearly defined knuckles.

No traces of enhancement were apparent on the surface of his skin.

But the wild power hidden within could be truly and clearly felt.

“Now I…”

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, slowly clenching his hands, his knuckles cracking.

Possessing the fists of a boxing champion…

At least in terms of hardness!

However—

The next second, a wave of weakness struck.

His stomach growled, stomach acid churning.

His body protested weakly, as if he hadn’t eaten for days.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized.

After activating “Potential Activation,” he had been enjoying the wonderful feeling of tormenting his body.

He had actually forgotten to eat breakfast!

He glanced at the clock on the table; it showed 10:59.

It was almost noon.

From 5 am to now, he had been exercising for six full hours.

For ordinary people, this was practically suicidal.

“Fortunately, my physique is not comparable to ordinary people!”

Looking at his physique attribute, which had increased to 11 points.

Fang Cheng remained calm and composed, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and wipe his sweat.

9 points was roughly the average level for a healthy adult male.

10 points was probably the level of someone who exercised regularly, an amateur fitness enthusiast.

These were estimates Fang Cheng made based on his own condition and comparisons with others.

As for 11 points, it had clearly surpassed most ordinary people, reaching the physical fitness of a general professional athlete, qualifying him as an elite.

If he could continue to successfully unlock and upgrade all of the “Six Arts of the Prisoner,” each of his attributes could easily reach close to 20 points.

At that time, his physical fitness and recovery speed would be incomparable to his current state.

Perhaps he could compete with the world’s top athletes, on the same stage.

For example, participating in an international marathon and competing for the champion’s prize money.

For example, doing 1000 push-ups in a row without getting red-faced and breathless…

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, his eyes full of the joy of growth and strengthening, and a vision of the future.

“It’s too early to think about that now.”

After wiping his sweat, he chuckled self-deprecatingly and opened his old refrigerator with a yellowed outer shell.

He saw that it was empty, except for two cabbages and half a carton of yogurt.

The food he had stocked for a week had already been eaten by his increased appetite.

Fang Cheng was slightly disappointed, picked up half a carton of yogurt, and slowly licked it.

Then he put on his jacket, packed his clothes and toiletries into his satchel.

He decided to take half a day off, go to the public bath downstairs for a hot shower to relax his body.

Then he would go to the supermarket to buy groceries, cook his own meal at home, and practice his cooking skills.

Especially he would eat several honey-glazed braised chicken legs he had recently learned to make.

Exercise, rest, and nutritional supplementation had always been the three essential elements of fitness.

In the afternoon, he would visit his grandfather in the hospital and take his mother some food.

His day was planned to the brim.

………………………………

Xiguan District, Ren’an Hospital.

Located near the Xishan foothills and a suburban park, the environment was quiet and far from the bustling city.

Although it was remote, it was one of the few public tertiary hospitals in Dongdu.

Fang Cheng changed into a white sweatshirt, carried his satchel, and carrying a thermal food container, walked into the crowded first-floor lobby.

He didn’t look around, familiarly heading towards the elevator to the inpatient department.

While waiting for the elevator, he constantly heard the cries of infants and the scolding of adults.

There were even arguments and tantrums between family members of patients and hospital staff.

Doctor-patient issues, even in a different world, were the same, without any difference.

The noise of the crowd, mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant, formed the characteristic anxious atmosphere of the hospital.

Watching the numbers on the floor display slowly ticking up like a turtle.

Fang Cheng consciously entered a focused mode, silently reciting the contents of his law school textbook.

“Ding.”

The elevator finally descended to the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.

He raised his head, waiting for the people inside to exit first, before stepping into the elevator.

Just as he pressed the close button, a shout to stop came: “Wait!”

Immediately, chaotic footsteps sounded.

A tattooed hand blocked the elevator doors about to close.

“Oh, really…”

A rough voice rang out, a muscular man in a tight-fitting spandex shirt in the dead of winter, his pectoral muscles bulging, squeezed in.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, and with a “pop,” forcefully pressed the floor button, complaining:

“Young people today have no sense of mutual help like we did in our time. They don’t help press the button when they see someone coming.”

The other two young men who followed him in were also dressed gaudily and were cursing.

One of them, a short, yellow-haired man, even jumped up, pointing his nose at Fang Cheng and shouting:

“Pretty boy, are you blind?”

“Sorry.”

Fang Cheng bowed slightly, expressing his apologies.

He had been engrossed in his textbook and hadn’t noticed them approaching.

It was just a minor incident.

Appropriate concessions, like a gentle spring rain, could smoothly resolve unnecessary conflicts.

However…

These three guys were acting in a flippant manner, taking up most of the elevator space to say nothing.

They were also smoking and shouting loudly, making them really annoying.

Fang Cheng could only stand in the corner, silently listening to their boring conversation.

“Damn it, we chased the debt for several days, only to get two thousand yuan, will the boss fire us?”

“What can we do? They’re all poor guys, you can’t squeeze a drop of oil out of them. This job is not as satisfying as street fighting.”

“Yingjun, you must be ruthless. If you’re not ruthless, people will look down on you, it’s your turn to perform next.”

“Brother, I know, I’m working hard…”

The elevator stopped floor by floor, opening and closing its doors.

People waiting to board, seeing the three goons, didn’t dare to come in.

Fortunately, on the 7th floor, the three, seemingly gang members, finally got out.

The elevator restored its peace and continued upward.

Ding.

The display showed “8”, and Fang Cheng stepped out of the elevator.

He looked up at the sign for “Oncology Ward 2,” and then towards the nurse’s station.

Several nurses in white coats and caps were chatting.

Fang Cheng had been there many times, and was somewhat familiar with them, so he went straight to them to ask.

A young nurse with rosy cheeks pointed to ward 812 at the end of the left corridor.

Fang Cheng smiled and thanked her, immediately picking up the food container and finding the location.

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant rushed in.

This was a newly vacated double room.

Blue bedsheets, white tiles, almost spotless.

Winter sunlight shone in from the open curtains, illuminating a peaceful, light-colored tone.

By the window, a slender middle-aged woman was bent over mopping the floor.

Her clothes were plain, without any ornate decorations, yet she possessed a special refined air.

Fang Cheng put down the food container and went straight to her, taking the mop.

“Mom, haven’t you eaten yet? I’ll help you mop.”

The middle-aged woman seemed to be lost in thought, she jumped, and immediately looked up.

Her furrowed brows then relaxed, revealing a pleasant surprise.

“Chengcheng, why are you here?”

(End of Chapter)

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