He Zhiming stared at the porcelain shards scattered all over the floor, and the world started to spin.
The world seemed to spin around him.
'I've caused a huge disaster!'
Meanwhile,
Li Xu saw He Zhiming standing there steadily without any support.
Seeing him walk with steady steps, as if nothing had ever been wrong, Li Xu breathed an inward sigh of relief.
'Sure enough, the old methods still work.'
'This approach is effective.'
A chronic ailment of many years was instantly cured in this tense and stimulating moment.
However, although the physical symptoms were gone, he needed to strike while the iron was hot and completely free the patient from his mental shackles.
Li Xu said reassuringly, "Mr. He, don't be afraid. Follow me."
He Zhiming's mind was a complete blank at that moment; he had lost all ability to think.
As if in a trance, he followed Li Xu, stepping out of the house one foot at a time.
When he first started walking, his legs were still a bit stiff.
