The muscles on Zhao Gang's face, lying on the stretcher, were tense, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
His bloodshot eyes were wide open, staring straight at the incandescent light on the ceiling, as if enduring an excruciating pain.
Fang Cheng remained calm, continuing to concentrate fully on manipulating True Qi.
The second thread immediately wrapped around the second bone fragment.
Pull, calibrate, close, reposition.
The same process flowed smoothly under the control of his thoughts.
"Crack."
The second fragment successfully returned to its place, followed by the correction of the third fragment.
Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Fang Cheng's forehead, yet his breathing maintained a deep and slow rhythm throughout.
The intricacy of this operation was unimaginably difficult for outsiders.
Any slight mistake could damage the fragile spinal nerve, causing lifelong paralysis with unimaginable consequences.
