"Quick!"
"Anyone who knows how to do relaxing massages, get over here and help Advisor Yang with his arms and legs!"
Vice Director Zhao jumped in fright and quickly directed the handlers beside him.
Immediately, two or three quick-thinking handlers hurried forward, knelt by Yang Qi's side, and carefully began to massage the muscles in his arms and calves.
Yang Qi closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and let them massage him.
Inside him, the Great Derivation Spirit-Controlling Technique silently circulated, rapidly recovering the bit of energy he had just expended.
After a good while, Yang Qi finally "recovered." With the handlers' support, he "struggled" a little to get to his feet.
"Sorry to have you see me like this, Director Zhao."
Yang Qi looked at Vice Director Zhao, a "sheepish" and weary smile on his face. "It's been too long since I've run with so many dogs at once. I'm afraid I'm just not up to it anymore."
"Advisor Yang, what are you talking about?"
