A stream of red gas!
At this moment, the stone inside Fang Ling had completely vanished, leaving no trace. However, in her lower abdomen, a mysterious red gas had appeared.
It flowed slowly within her body, much like True Qi.
Yang Cheng clearly remembered that during the treatment, this gas was completely absent.
This inexplicable red gas made him inexplicably nervous.
"Yang Cheng, what's wrong? Is there something amiss?"
Fang Ling noticed Yang Cheng's uneasy expression and asked apprehensively.
"Give me your hand, let me feel your pulse."
Yang Cheng immediately sat down beside Fang Ling, speaking seriously.
By now, Fang Ling had complete faith in Yang Cheng's medical skills. Hearing his words, she immediately extended her hand towards him without further questioning, though her eyes were filled with worry.
Yang Cheng did not rush to respond, instead placing his fingers on her wrist.
With a thought, he began to circulate the "Dragon-Phoenix Dance Sutra."
