While Fang Zhou's consciousness was hiding in the gourd space to recover, Cheng Xing's heart outside was like a water bucket, going up and down uneasily.
At first, she saw Fang Zhou covered in sweat, his face in extreme pain, as if he could go into a deep meditative state at any moment, and she was quietly anxious.
But next, she saw Fang Zhou's face quickly calm down, as if the pain had disappeared, and he had passed the crisis.
Just as Cheng Xing was about to heave a sigh of relief, Fang Zhou started frowning again, showing a look of pain, and Cheng Xing's heart rose again.
But immediately, Fang Zhou's face returned to calm, just like the face-changing in Sichuan opera, one moment in pain and the next in peace.
Cheng Xing showed a bewildered look, totally unable to figure out whether he was in pain or not.
Inside the gourd space, Fang Zhou lay in a chair, with Hong Tang pressing his head, Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi massaging his hands, and Lao Si and Lao Wu pressing his legs.
