When the final crisp crack sounded, a flush crept over Zhao Yuan's face. His entire body was engulfed in excruciating pain. Although he managed to grit his teeth and stifle a cry of pain with sheer willpower, the ordeal had drained a considerable amount of his stamina. His legs felt weak, and he swayed, struggling to stay on his feet.
Yu Ke noticed something was wrong and asked with concern, "Zhao Yuan, what's the matter?"
He Chengwei, Chairman Cui, and the others soon noticed Zhao Yuan's strange condition as well, and they all started talking at once, their voices filled with concern:
"Zhao, you look so pale. Are you not feeling well?"
"Zhao, where does it hurt? Tell us, quickly."
Of course, Zhao Yuan couldn't tell them the real situation. He waved a hand and said weakly, "Thank you for your concern. It's nothing serious, I'm just a little tired..."
Hearing this, everyone was filled with emotion.
