C1295 This Is a Test

A private villa.

Shaang Xiuyuan sat on a stool, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

His expression was a little painful, but he gritted his teeth and did not say anything.

Behind him, Soong Zheng applied medicine on his back. His movements were careful. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Master, do you want to take another painkillers?"

Shaang Xiuyuan said in a deep voice