Liao Chunchun couldn't help raising her hand to touch her face, and then she was about to roar, but Shen Zhou said indifferently, "That's enough, lie down and relax; this will help your gastritis recover faster."
"Otherwise, being in such a tense state all the time, it's hard to get better. Do you feel a bit better now?"
Liao Chunchun did feel that the tight pain in her stomach had eased a lot, and one could even say it hardly hurt anymore. There was a warm current slowly moving inside, as if it were clearing out a virus, and it felt like a warm hand was touching her stomach, making it extremely comfortable.
She looked at Shen Zhou in shock, incredulous.
Because of this gastritis, she had been to countless hospitals and seen many famous doctors, but none could fully eradicate it, nor could they ease it to this extent. Even Guo Shanmiao, who could relieve her pain, never went beyond just touching the surface.
She had never enjoyed this kind of comfort before.
