As Shu'er increased the pressure as he wished, Tang Zan grew more restless.
"Can you press harder?"
Shu'er: "Sorry, this is already the hardest I can press."
Any harder, and she'd have to drink Spiritual Spring Water.
But she's here to heal, not to dislocate Tang Zan's arm, why drink Spiritual Spring Water?
Tang Zan's gaze deepened further.
He previously thought it was a matter of pressure, but now realized it wasn't.
As long as Shu'er's hands touched his skin, he felt out of sorts.
There was a tingling sensation all over his body, and an urge to hold Shu'er in his arms.
It was all tormenting him.
Just sitting in front of her required great self-control.
Tang Zan took a deep breath.
"Enough, no more treatment needed."
Shu'er frowned, looking at Tang Zan.
She thought perhaps what Tang Zan needed treated was his brain.
Shu'er intended to leave, when Tang Zan said, "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."
