The worries in her heart were like shadows, fearing that Jiang Ziling would lose consciousness in severe pain.
As time passed, and as the bones slowly returned to their rightful places, Su Yu's techniques became increasingly delicate and cautious, every step like dancing on thin ice.
After finishing, she looked at Jiang Ziling, only to see his complexion pale as paper.
His body was soaked in cold sweat, yet he still maintained that unyielding persistence.
"Try to move your leg,"
There was a hint of subtle concern in Su Yu's words.
Jiang Ziling reluctantly complied, each contraction of his muscles accompanied by ripples of pain.
Yet, he completed the movement, and after a careful inspection, Su Yu confirmed that the joints had mostly recovered.
Immediately following, Su Yu took out a specially formulated ointment, its color like amber.
Emitting a faint herbal fragrance, she carefully applied the ointment to the freshly repositioned wound.
