"Really healed?! That needle-like stabbing pain, it's completely gone."
Gu Weiping's spirit was greatly lifted, he turned to Fang Cheng with genuine gratitude in his voice:
"Xiao Fang, I really owe you today, at last my old back can get some relief."
"You're too kind, it's my job."
Fang Cheng pulled out two tissues from the table, wiping the sweat from his fingertips.
Master Sun habitually cupped his right hand to his ear, listening to their conversation.
He too wore a big smile, occasionally chiming in with advice on Gu Weiping's daily health care.
As they spoke, Fang Cheng's phone vibrated twice in his pocket.
He took out the phone and glanced at it; it was a message from his colleague Lin Yue.
After putting away his phone, Fang Cheng looked at the elderly man receiving therapy:
"Mr. Gu, your lumbar compression has been there for years, it can't be resolved in one go. Today we'll clear the meridians, and tomorrow I'll come by again for further realignment therapy."
