After Fang Han returned to the villa, he began to give Zhang Tong acupuncture. Luo Yamen and others had already practiced Feng Dance and were making breakfast. Although Helentina said she was responsible for cooking, they did not agree.

The breakfast was almost done. Wang Ying washed her hands and went upstairs, opened the door and sat down next to Fang Han, and asked with a smile: "Fang Han, why are you so leisurely?"

This is a warm room, and you can tell it is a woman's room at a glance.

Zhang Tong lay on the bed, revealing her smooth back, her flat shoulder muscle lines were faintly visible, her slightly sunken spine was vaguely visible, and the right muscles suddenly tied to the waist, and her thin waist seemed to be able to hold it with one hand. She was a dance teacher, and her graceful figure was fully reflected.

Fang Han said: "It's okay."

"Your MIT courses are even tighter than us, right?" Wang Ying said: "Is there any good learning method to share?"

Fang Han slowly stopped and smiled and said, "There is a learning method."

"Let's talk about it quickly." Wang Ying said hurriedly.

"Don't sleep at night." Fang Han said: "You can squeeze out time to study."

"Go, what's the way!" Wang Ying snorted with tender lips: "How can you stand it if you don't sleep?"

Fang Han said: "If you practice your skills deeply, you will not sleep."

"Really?" Wang Ying looked him up and down: "Then how long have you not been sleeping?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I only need three hours of sleep a day."

"Three hours..." Wang Ying shook her head and said, "It's hard to imagine, aren't you sleepy or tired during the day?"

Fang Han said: "Do you look at my condition? Do you seem to be sleepy?"

"Then how much do we need to practice?" Wang Ying asked.

Fang Han looked at her and pondered: "According to your practice, it will take ten years to go."

"You guy is so bad!" Wang Ying glanced at him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "This is all the truth. You didn't work hard at the beginning, but it's too late to work hard now. Let's study honestly."

"Is there no shortcut?" Wang Ying showed a flattering smirk.

Fang Han shook his head: "Kung Fu, the accumulation of time, has no other shortcuts."

Wang Ying glanced at him: "Ignore you!"

She patted him on the shoulder, got up and went downstairs to go back to the kitchen to help.

Zhang Tong lay on the couch and smiled, "Do you really sleep for three hours a day?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Don't you feel energetic, as if you don't have to sleep?"

"That's right." Zhang Tong whispered: "Have my disease worsened?"

Fang Han remained silent.

Zhang Tong said: "I can feel energetic and comfortable all over. But my muscles feel differently. It seems to be getting tighter."

Fang Han still didn't speak.

"Has my illness worsened?" Zhang Tong asked: "Fang Han?"

Fang Han sighed, "Yes, I didn't expect the deterioration to be so fast."

Zhang Tong asked: "When will I be paralyzed?"

“…a week.”

"One week?" Zhang Tong turned his head, and Fang Han hurriedly pressed her neck to stop her movements.

Zhang Tong struggled to sit up. Fang Han said in a deep voice: "Don't move!"

Zhang Tong couldn't struggle. He said angrily: "Is there any difference between curing or not?!"

Fang Han said: "There is a difference!...I'll think of another way."

"You have thought of it for a long time." Zhang Tong said: "I know this is a disease that cannot be cured. Don't bother!"

Fang Han pondered silently.

Zhang Tong closed her eyes and stopped talking, and was discouraged for a moment.

After a while, Zhang Tong said, "Send me back to China."

Fang Han said: "Wait a little longer."

"It's too late to send me off when I'm paralyzed!" Zhang Tong said: "I want to go back to my parents. Oh..., only they are taking care of me. I'm such an unfilial daughter!"

Fang Han pondered: "There is another way at present, just..."

"Is there any hesitation to this day? Tell me!" Zhang Tong snorted.

Fang Han said: "Wait a minute, I'll think of a solution."

"What the hell do?" Zhang Tong frowned and turned his head to see him. Fang Han pressed his snow-white neck and could not move.

"It's going to be done soon." Fang Han said hurriedly.

Zhang Tong hummed and closed his eyes and mouth.

Five minutes later, Fang Han pulled away thirty-six golden needles, rubbed his palms against her jade-like back, and rubbed them slowly like a bath.

Zhang Tong's snow-white teeth bit her petite red lips hard, preventing herself from moaning.

After a while, her snow-white back was like white jade and a layer of rouge was applied. Fang Han stopped and turned his back to her.

Zhang Tong put on her clothes and sat up, her cheeks flushed: "Tell me, what the hell do?"

Fang Han frowned and said, "I don't want to say it unless I have no choice."

"What exactly can't be said?" Zhang Tong said dissatisfiedly: "Pretty!"

Fang Han smiled bitterly: "In fact, there is a quickest way to get started."

"What can I do if there is a faster one?" Zhang Tong asked hurriedly.

She has been worried these days. The Dragon Breath Technique of Fang Han is too difficult. Although he is with him, once he withdraws his internal strength, she cannot control herself and cannot practice.

She knew that the patient hoped that he would be in the dragon breathing technique, but he just couldn't practice it, just like a drowning person could not reach the life-saving wood in front of him.

"Combination." Fang Han said: "Also called the method of planting jade."

Zhang Tong was stunned and stared at him.

Fang Han touched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly: "Realistically speaking, your disease is chronic and it worsened very slowly. I just thought I was not in a hurry and started slowly, but I didn't expect..."

He spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "I was wrong!"

Zhang Tong stared at him with Xingyan: "There is only one way?"

Fang Han stared at her and nodded slowly: "I can't think of any better way."

"Can you deal with muscle atrophy by practicing Dragon Breathing?" Zhang Tong asked.

Fang Han nodded: "The Dragon Breath Technique is mysterious and can stimulate muscle growth and repair even if it atrophy."

"Okay." Zhang Tong withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Then use the jade planting method."

Fang Han looked at her in surprise: "Don't you think about it anymore?"

"Do I have any choice?" Zhang Tong said lightly.

"Oh..." Fang Han smiled bitterly and said, "It's me that's too incompetent, it's really..."

"Okay. Don't let my mother-in-law, I'm so helpless." Zhang Tong said: "It's my choice to make you mess around, it has nothing to do with you!"

"The sooner the better, let's go tonight!" Fang Han said.

Zhang Tong smiled: "Do you want to tell Luo Yanan? ... And Qi Hairong?"

Fang Han shook his head: "This is a treatment, not a private relationship."

"Okay." Zhang Tong nodded: "Let's talk about everything later."

She had no other thoughts now. Just as Fang Han said, this was a treatment rather than a private relationship. She asked herself that Fang Han had no indecent thoughts, and her heart was bright and open, and she did not feel sorry for her good sister Qi Hairong.

———

When Luo Yanan was having dinner the next morning, she found that Zhang Tong's face was very good and shining with light. This feeling looked very familiar. She met Fang Hanxiao again, and after a night of ups and downs, she often got up in the morning.

She looked at Zhang Tong in confusion and then at Fang Han. Fang Han slept in her room last night, and there was nothing unusual. What was going on in Zhang Tong?

Fang Han sat at the table and smiled and said, "Tell everyone good news. Zhang Tong has finally gotten started and can practice formally!"

"Well, I can finally practice kung fu?" Wang Ying said in surprise: "Didn't your kung fu be very difficult? Teacher Zhang is worthy of being Teacher Zhang, it's amazing!"

Wang Ying looked at Zhang Tong with admiration.

Zhang Tong smiled with his lips pursed, and glanced at Fang Han with his dazzling eyes, shook his head and said, "I'm very stupid."

"Then Teacher Zhang's illness is fine, right?" Wang Ying asked.

All the girls looked at Fang Han.

Fang Han nodded: "It's probably okay to be fine."

"Thank God!" Wang Ying smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, congratulations!"
To be continued...