Nowadays, Wang Longhu has practiced Dark Force point-striking to his chest and back. The progress is not slow, but the injury to his arm naturally affects the meridians, delaying the progress of martial arts practice.
Seeing that Fifth Master said so, Wang Longhu could only nod in agreement.
"This way, Mr. Wang." Zheng Song's assistant immediately said respectfully.
Following the assistant, Wang Longhu arrived at the factory manager's office. Inside, a bald old monk was busy working. He was dressed in a white monk robe, wore a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and his eyebrows were long enough to reach the corners of his mouth, clearly resembling a learned monk.
"Master Wei, this is Mr. Wang. President Zheng would like to ask for your help to treat Mr. Wang's arm injury." The assistant said carefully.
