Start the liver experience with push-ups

Fang Cheng raised his head.

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

On the right side of the "Boxing" skill column, two small arrows appeared, indicating two specific enhancement directions.

[Enhancement 1: 6 Free Attribute Points Reward]

[Enhancement 2: 2 Constitution Attribute Points Reward, Skill Effect "Iron Fist"]

[Note: This effect grants the hand bones and muscles a toughness twice the total Constitution attribute.]

Enhancement selection.

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

At that time, in order to improve learning efficiency as soon as possible, he gave up the 4 Mental Attribute enhancement.

He chose another enhancement direction.

1 Mental Attribute point, and a skill effect that enhances reading memory by four times—"Rapid Eye Movement."

Now a similar choice has appeared again.

Only this time, both enhancement rewards are more generous than before, and both are very suitable for Fang Cheng's current needs.

Choose Enhancement 1.

Adding these 6 free attribute points to Strength and Agility would allow him to instantly reach the physical fitness level of a professional boxer.

Choose Enhancement 2.

Although it only adds 2 points to Constitution, the hardening of the fist is self-evidently beneficial to the improvement of combat ability.

More importantly, the skill effect has growth potential.

10 points of Constitution can achieve the effect of 20 points of Constitution, and 20 points is the effect of 40 points.

By analogy, it is hard to imagine how terrifying these hands will become in the future?

Perhaps, tearing apart a Gundam with his bare hands is not a dream!

One is for short-term improvement, and the other focuses more on long-term development.

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

"Choose Enhancement 2!"

As he muttered silently in his heart, the blood all over his body seemed to boil, constantly pouring into his hands.

Fang Cheng felt a sudden tightening in his hands.

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

This intense pain only occurred for a moment before disappearing suddenly.

The two small arrows on the panel also disappeared.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and stared at his hands.

In the sunlight, his fingers appeared slender and fair, with distinct knuckles.

From the surface of the skin, there seemed to be no traces of enhancement.

But the savage power contained within could be truly felt.

"The current me..."

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, slowly clenching his fists, his knuckles cracking.

But possessing a fist of a boxing king level...

At least in terms of hardness!

However—

In the next second, a wave of weakness immediately struck.

His stomach growled, and stomach acid churned continuously.

His body unconvincingly protested, as if he had been hungry for several days.

Fang Cheng suddenly woke up.

From 5 a.m. to now, he had been training for a full six hours.

For ordinary people, this is simply courting death.

"Fortunately, my current physique is beyond comparison to ordinary people!"

Looking at the Constitution that had been raised to 11 points on the attribute column.

Fang Cheng was calm and unhurriedly walked into the bathroom to get a towel to wipe off his sweat.

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

10 points is probably the level of someone who exercises regularly and is a amateur fitness enthusiast.

These were calculated by Fang Cheng based on his own situation and comparisons with others.

As for 11 points, it was obviously beyond most ordinary people, reaching the physical fitness of a general professional athlete, worthy of being called an elite.

If he could continue to successfully unlock and upgrade all of the "Convict Conditioning", his various attributes could approach 20 points, at the very least.

At that time, his physical strength and recovery speed would inevitably be different from what they are now.

Perhaps he could be compared with the world's top athletes and compete on the same stage.

For example, participating in an international marathon race and competing for the championship prize money.

For example, doing 1,000 consecutive push-ups without blushing or getting a thick neck…

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, his eyes full of joy at growing stronger and anticipation for the future.

"It's still too early to think about these things now."

After wiping off the sweat, he smiled self-deprecatingly and opened the old, yellowed refrigerator at home.

But he saw that it was empty, except for two cabbages, half a box of yogurt, and nothing else.

The food he had stocked up for a week had long been eaten up in advance by himself, whose appetite had greatly increased.

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

Then he put on a jacket and packed clothes and toiletries into his shoulder bag.

He decided to rest for half a day today, first go to the public bathhouse downstairs to take a hot bath and relax his body.

Then go to the supermarket to purchase supplies, come back to cook for himself, and practice his cooking skills.

In particular, he had to eat a few more honey-glazed braised chicken legs, which he had just learned to make not long ago.

Exercise, rest, and nutritional supplements have always been the three major elements of fitness.

As for the afternoon, he would go to the hospital to visit his grandfather and bring lunch to his mother.

The day's plan was fully arranged.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Xiguan District, Ren'an Hospital.

This place is close to the suburban park at the foot of Xishan Mountain, with a quiet environment, far away from the bustling city.

Although it is located in a remote area, it is one of the few public tertiary hospitals in Dongdu.

Fang Cheng changed into a white sweatshirt, carried his shoulder bag, and held a thermal lunch box as he walked into the crowded lobby on the first floor.

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He didn't look around, and walked familiarly towards the elevator room in the inpatient department.

While waiting for the elevator, he could hear the cries of young children and the scolding of adults from time to time.

There were even disputes and tantrums between patients' families and staff.

Doctor-patient problems are the same even in another world, without any difference.

The noise of the crowd intertwined with the pungent smell of disinfectant, forming the unique anxious atmosphere of the hospital.

Watching the slow-as-a-turtle numbers jump on the floor display.

Fang Cheng consciously entered a focused mode and silently recited the contents of the law textbook.

With a "Ding" sound.

The elevator finally went down to the first floor, and the door slowly opened.

He raised his head, waited for the people inside to come out first, and then stepped into the elevator.

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

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps rang out in a mess.

A tattooed hand blocked the elevator door that was about to close.

"Oh, really..."

A rough voice sounded, and a burly man wearing a tight elastic shirt in the middle of winter, with bulging chest muscles, squeezed in.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, and with a "Pa" sound, pressed the floor button hard, complaining:

"Young people nowadays don't have the spirit of mutual assistance that we had in our time. When they see someone coming, they don't help press the button."

The other two young men who came in behind him were also dressed gaudily, and they were cursing in their mouths.

One of the short guys with yellow hair even jumped up, pointed at Fang Cheng's nose and shouted:

"Pretty boy, are you blind?"

"I'm sorry."

Fang Cheng bowed slightly to express his apology.

He was just focused on reciting and didn't notice them walking over.

It was just a small episode.

Appropriate concessions are like a spring breeze and rain, which can smoothly eliminate unnecessary disputes.

However…

These three guys are hanging around, occupying most of the elevator space, not to mention.

They are still smoking and shouting, which is really annoying.

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

"Damn it, after chasing debts for a few days, we only got two thousand yuan. Will the boss fire us?"

"What can we do? We're all helping poor ghosts. We can't squeeze a few drops of oil out of them. Doing this is not as fun as fighting in the streets."

"Yingjun, you must be ruthless to be a man. If you are not ruthless enough, people will look down on you. It's your turn to perform later."

"Brother, I know, I'm working hard to learn…"

The elevator went up floor by floor, stopping, opening, and closing.

The people outside who were preparing to take the elevator didn't dare to come in when they saw the three gatekeepers.

Fortunately, when they reached the 7th floor, the three people who were suspected to be members of the gang finally went out.

The elevator returned to peace and continued to go up.

Ding.

The number on the display jumped to "8", and Fang Cheng also stepped out of the elevator.

He looked up at the nameplate of "Second Department of Oncology", and then looked at the nurse's station.

There were several nurses in white clothes and round hats chatting over there.

Fang Cheng had been here many times and was quite familiar with them, so he went directly to ask.

A young nurse with a flushed face pointed to ward 812 at the end of the aisle on the left.

Fang Cheng smiled and thanked her, immediately picked up the thermal box, and found the location according to the instructions.

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

This was a newly vacated double ward.

Blue sheets, white floor tiles, almost spotless.

The winter sun shone in from the open curtains, reflecting a peaceful light tone.

In front of the window, a slender middle-aged woman was bending over and mopping the floor.

Her clothes were simple, without any gorgeous decorations, but she had a special gentle temperament.

Fang Cheng put down the lunch box, walked straight over, and grabbed the mop.

"Mom, haven't you eaten yet? Let me help you mop."

The middle-aged woman seemed to be thinking about something, was startled, and immediately raised her head.

Her tightly frowned brows then relaxed, revealing unexpected joy.

"Chengcheng, why are you here?"