"Bombarded?"
Sun Liansheng listened to this, his eyes full of suspicion.
Although Tang Haoran was extremely shocked, he still forced a smile and replied.
"How is that possible? Little Sir is joking! How could an ordinary person survive being bombarded by a cannon? They would be reduced to dust!"
Han Lang did not answer, his eyes fixed on Tang Haoran.
Tang Haoran appeared somewhat nervous, his gaze darting around, not daring to meet Han Lang's eyes.
After a while, he turned to Old Liu and said.
"Old Liu, didn't you say you weren't feeling well a few days ago? Since Liansheng is here, why don't you have him take a look?"
Old Liu and Tang Haoran were old comrades. He immediately understood Tang Haoran's unspoken meaning.
"Oh, yes, yes! It's better to arrive early than late. Old Sun, if you have time, let's go over there, and you can give me a good check-up!"
Sun Liansheng readily agreed and stood up.
"Old Liu, you're being too formal. I'm sitting right here, when would I not have time?"
As he spoke, he left with Old Liu.
Seeing them leave, Tang Haoran turned back to Han Lang with a solemn expression.
"What else did Little Sir see?"
Han Lang smiled.
"Being bombarded was just a joke with Patriarch Tang. Your injury is more like being struck by a palm, and it wasn't by an ordinary person. There's a blockage in your left lung, which would show a shadow on an X-ray, but I don't know what it is."
"Besides that, your internal organs have all been injured by the impact. Every time you have an episode, besides unbearable pain, you should also feel intense heat. So, Patriarch Tang, you are not an ordinary person, are you?"
Looking at Han Lang's intense gaze, Tang Haoran, knowing he could not escape, could only give a wry smile.
"Heh, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet a fellow practitioner here. You guessed correctly, Little Sir. Like you, I am indeed a martial artist!"
In Tang Haoran's opinion, if Han Lang could see through his identity, then he himself must be of the same kind.
But to his surprise, Han Lang looked bewildered.
"Martial artist? What is that?"
Han Lang's question puzzled Tang Haoran.
"What? Little Sir, you don't even know what a martial artist is? Then how did you know I was injured by a palm and not a gunshot?"
Han Lang was stumped by this question.
After taking Tang Haoran's pulse, he knew that Tang Haoran's injury was definitely not a gunshot wound, but rather something inflicted by a cultivator like himself.
Therefore, he only suspected that Tang Haoran was a cultivator like him. As for what a martial artist was, he truly didn't know.
However, after hearing Tang Haoran's question, Han Lang decided to hide his identity as a cultivator for now.
To avoid appearing ignorant in front of Tang Haoran, he could only feign innocence and say.
"My master, who taught me medicine, only told me that practicing this technique could protect me, but he never told me what a martial artist was."
Tang Haoran was relieved by this explanation.
The world of cultivators was filled with various sects and clans, as well as countless independent practitioners, each with their own opportunities. It was not unusual.
"So that's how it is. In that case, let me introduce you to what a martial artist is, Little Sir!"
As Tang Haoran explained, Han Lang made comparisons, and finally, he completely understood what a martial artist was.
Martial artists, also known as martial cultivators, were essentially similar to immortal cultivators.
The realms of martial artists were divided into: Outer Strength, Inner Strength, Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Martial Venerable, Martial Saint, Martial God.
It was said that there were even more powerful beings after 'Martial God', but this was almost legendary. In the current martial cultivation world, let alone surpassing Martial God, even Martial Saints were rare, few and far between.
Secondly, Han Lang also made a basic comparison between martial artists and immortal cultivators based on the strength described by Tang Haoran.
Outer Strength experts should be at the level of Qi Refining 1-5 layers; Inner Strength experts should be at the level of Qi Refining 6-10 layers; Martial Artists covered the level from Qi Refining 10 to Foundation Establishment peak; Martial Masters corresponded to the Golden Core stage; Grandmasters corresponded to the Nascent Soul stage; Martial Venerables corresponded to the Soul Transformation stage; Martial Saints corresponded to the Void Refinement stage; Martial Gods corresponded to the Integration stage.
Of course, Han Lang did not know if this was the exact correspondence, as there were no reference materials.
According to Tang Haoran, his realm before being injured was mid-stage Martial Artist, and after the injury, his strength dropped to peak Outer Strength.
This was equivalent to the injury causing him to fall from the strength of a Foundation Establishment expert to around the fifth layer of Qi Refining, and also subjected him to years of suffering from illness.
Han Lang was well aware of the pain and the disparity caused by the loss of strength.
"So, your injury was caused by a powerful blow from another martial artist. But aren't you in the special forces? Are there martial artists in the military?"
Tang Haoran was clearly evasive about this issue.
"This is a state secret, and I apologize for not being able to disclose too much."
"However, I can tell you that China is vast and full of talented people. Besides the regular forces, there are many hidden special forces. And I was once part of one of them."
Then he changed the subject.
"So, Little Sir? I've told you what I can. Can you tell me now if my illness can be cured?"
With the cause and effect clarified, Han Lang naturally had no more reservations. He said.
"It can be treated, but not completely cured."
Tang Haoran was confused and immediately asked.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I can guarantee that you will no longer suffer from it, and your realm can recover about eighty percent. But unfortunately, your cultivation realm will be stagnant from now on, and you will not be able to cultivate further!"
Han Lang thought Tang Haoran would be somewhat upset by this news, but to his surprise, he completely ignored the latter part of the statement and was so excited he almost jumped.
"That's great. Let alone recovering eighty percent of my peak strength, just to be free from the torment of illness would be a blessing. May I ask, Little Sir, what method do you plan to use for treatment?"
"Do you know the Eighteen Needles of Shen Nong?"
"I've heard Liansheng mention it, but only in passing."
"Then there's no need for me to tell you!"
Tang Haoran's face darkened, but he still cooperated with Han Lang's treatment diligently.
For his condition, Han Lang not only had to resolve the blockage in his left lung but also repair the impact damage to his other internal organs.
Therefore, besides "Golden Luo Bei Dou" from the Eighteen Needles of Shen Nong, he could not think of any other more effective treatment plan.
Moreover, the Shen Nong Bei Dou formation conjured by 'Golden Luo Bei Dou' could not only form a golden barrier to protect the internal organs but also activate the martial artist's true qi within Tang Haoran to disperse the blockage, making it perfectly suitable.
"How do you feel?"
After finishing the acupuncture, Han Lang asked Tang Haoran about his feelings.
Tang Haoran stood up, stretched his chest slightly, and took several deep breaths. He was immediately overjoyed.
"Hey! It's miraculous. Before, when I did this chest-expansion movement, my left chest always felt a pulling pain. Now, not only is there no discomfort, but my breathing is also much smoother. To be honest, I haven't felt this good in a long time, haha..."
However, despite his happiness, after circulating the martial artist's true qi within his body, Tang Haoran seemed to have discovered a problem and quickly asked.
"Little Sir, didn't you say my strength could recover seventy to eighty percent? Why don't I feel anything?"
Han Lang quickly explained.
"This issue cannot be resolved by the Eighteen Needles of Shen Nong. After some time, I will refine for you..."
Halfway through his sentence, Han Lang quickly corrected himself.
"A medicinal decoction. Just wait patiently."
Tang Haoran did not notice Han Lang's slight change. He was in a great mood now and didn't pay much attention to these details.
"Alright, then it's all up to you!"
"Don't worry!"
With Han Lang's promise, Tang Haoran was completely at ease.
"Little Sir's medical skills are outstanding and admirable. How about we become sworn brothers?"
Han Lang already had a good impression of Tang Haoran. Hearing him say this, they immediately agreed.
"Then, Old Brother Tang?"
Unexpectedly, Tang Haoran heard this address and looked disgusted.
"Ugh, Old Duck Tang! I'm not as old as Old Man Cao! If you don't mind, call me Big Brother!"
"Alright, Big Brother Tang!"
"Little Brother Han, hahahaha..."
For a moment, the entire villa echoed with Tang Haoran's hearty laughter.