Qigong Master

How is this possible?

During the conflict today, her husband Li Xuejun's injuries had been incredibly severe; he had almost ended up in the ICU.

Moreover, the doctor had said that he wouldn't wake up until at least tomorrow.

But now, Qin Ning had merely waved his hand lightly, as if casting some sort of spell, and Li Xuejun had instantly woken up.

Not only that, but the bruises on his face and the various injuries all over his body had completely vanished at this very moment.

"Xuejun, you... how are you feeling?"

Still in shock, Du Ya quickly snapped back to reality and hurriedly asked.

"I..."

Li Xuejun had a bewildered look on his face, as if he hadn't yet processed what was happening.

He took a long moment to recover before sitting up on the bed. He moved his limbs a bit and realized there was no pain at all.

"How long was I unconscious? My injuries are completely healed?"

In Li Xuejun's mind, he must have been lying in bed for at least ten days to half a month.

Otherwise, how could the injuries on his body have recovered so quickly?

However, although he had been in a deep sleep, Li Xuejun vaguely felt that he hadn't been in bed for very long.

"Not long at all, just an afternoon," Du Ya said.

An afternoon?

Hearing this, Li Xuejun was taken aback, then a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Are you serious? In just one afternoon, how could my injuries..."

"Teacher Du, you two chat first. I'll go and deal with today's matter for you now."

Just then, Qin Ning spoke with a smile. He glanced at Su Xingwan, and then they left the ward together.

"Who are they?"

Li Xuejun had noticed Qin Ning and Su Xingwan earlier, but he just hadn't had the time to ask about their identities.

Du Ya took a deep breath and said, "They are my former students, Qin Ning and Su Xingwan. You should have heard of them."

Hearing this, Li Xuejun nodded gently.

Because Qin Ning and Su Xingwan were considered rather special students in her class, Du Ya had indeed mentioned them to him.

After all, one was the class monitor with excellent grades, and the other was the vice monitor whose grades were also quite good, and they both came from an orphanage. Although he had never actually met them, Li Xuejun had quite an impression of the names Qin Ning and Su Xingwan.

"It was Qin Ning who saved you just now," Du Ya said with a serious face, before carefully detailing everything she had seen to him.

After listening, Li Xuejun felt completely dumbfounded, because judging from his wife Du Ya's description, such a thing was truly beyond the bounds of common sense.

"I never told you about the last class reunion. Actually, a minor incident happened there. Later, even Secretary Zhou of our Liu City was alarmed and came over in person, and..."

"Secretary Zhou was extremely respectful towards Qin Ning. Do you understand what I mean?" Du Ya said with a serious expression.

Li Xuejun was genuinely shocked.

How could a young man in his twenties make the top leader of Liu City so respectful?

Unless the other party truly possessed some methods beyond ordinary human comprehension!

For example, the kind of method where Qin Ning merely waved his hand lightly and cured him just now!

...

Meanwhile, Su Xingwan drove Qin Ning all the way to an old residential area in the south of the city.

During the ride, Qin Ning had already called Zhou De and briefly explained the situation.

Soon, the car parked outside the residential area.

After getting out of the car, Qin Ning and Su Xingwan could see many excavators parked near the neighborhood.

Not only that, but quite a few people were gathered here, none of whom looked like good people. If his guess was right, they were likely forced demolition thugs hired by the demolition company!

"Why should we move out? This is our home!"

Not far into the neighborhood, as soon as Qin Ning and Su Xingwan walked in, they heard the sounds of an argument.

Looking over, they saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with over a dozen people behind him, surrounding the area.

In front of them were the homeowners and residents of this neighborhood.

"Whether you move or not is your business. Regardless, I'll have people tear it down directly tomorrow," the middle-aged man sneered.

His name was Zhao Zhenghao, the boss of a real estate development company named Huaqiang.

"Not only do you want to demolish our houses, but you also beat Old Li into the hospital during the day. Do you have any conscience at all?"

"Is there any law left?" The group of homeowners were furious, their mouths full of curses.

"The law? Here, I am the law!"

Zhao Zhenghao sneered, his face full of disdain.

"What big words."

At this moment, Qin Ning walked in with Su Xingwan.

"Kid, who are you?"

Beside Zhao Zhenghao, a burly man looked over with his head held high. "Get lost, don't look for trouble."

As he spoke, he walked towards Qin Ning, cracking his knuckles loudly.

Slap!

But in the next moment, Qin Ning viciously threw a slap, sending the burly man flying away directly.

After a miserable scream, the burly man actually fainted completely.

Qin Ning had already been very merciful. If it weren't for the crowd here, the other party would have already become a corpse by now.

"Who are you?!"

Zhao Zhenghao frowned, feeling extremely surprised in his heart.

To be able to send a person flying and knock them out with a single slap, how much strength would that take?

"You're the one who injured Li Xuejun, right?"

Qin Ning ignored his question and instead took a few steps to stand in front of him.

Through his divine sense scan, he had learned that the injuries on Li Xuejun's body were related to Zhao Zhenghao in front of him.

"It was me. What do you want to do about it?"

Zhao Zhenghao snorted coldly, then waved his hand, and the dozen or so people behind him directly surrounded Qin Ning.

Bang!

But in the next moment, Qin Ning simply raised his hand lightly, and an invisible force directly blasted these dozen people away. Their bodies crashed heavily onto the ground in the distance, and just like the burly man from the beginning, they passed out on the spot.

This scene directly left everyone present completely dumbfounded.

"Oh my god..."

"What happened? This young man didn't even seem to attack. How did they all fall down?"

"A martial arts expert? A Qigong master? Do such people really exist in this world?" a young man said with burning eyes.

"You, you... don't come any closer!"

Zhao Zhenghao was scared out of his wits, subconsciously shrinking back.

Crack!

Qin Ning grabbed his right hand and gave it a light twist, and a crisp sound was heard.

The bones in Zhao Zhenghao's right hand were completely broken.

"Ah!"

He screamed in pain, the expression on his face completely twisted.

"Beat him to death!"

"This kind of beast, keeping him alive is just a scourge to the world!"

Many homeowners and residents surged forward in righteous indignation.

And right at this moment, Zhou De finally arrived with a large group of police officers.

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