The Boss Sent Me to Nanyang? Boss, Save Me!!!

Shen Le felt like he was about to lose his mind.

Lying prone for one minute wasn't a problem. Ten minutes wasn't too uncomfortable either. But half an hour? Give it a try?

Even paralyzed patients had to turn over every two hours, or they'd get hemorrhoids—no, bedsores!

Not to mention that his body was twisted sideways, with one arm stretched into the water. In that distorted posture, the arm in the water already felt numb, his shoulder was numb too, and the part pressed against the ground felt wrong all over.

Shen Le had no choice but to communicate with the wooden board, controlling it to grow in the direction it had once been, while trying his best to mobilize the warm current in his dantian. One cycle, two cycles...

After seven or eight cycles, he finally felt comfortable all over. He slightly closed his eyes, focusing even harder as he curled his fingers and moved them a little away from the board:

Good. He could still communicate with it!

A little farther!

He clenched his whole hand into a fist, roughly ten centimeters away from the wooden board in the water...

Bit by bit, he increased the distance, gradually changing from direct contact to contact through mental power.

Only after quite some time did he fully break contact. He pulled his arm from the water and sat properly at the side:

Not bad. If this worked, he wouldn't have to keep lying in the water in the future. He could control it remotely. He meditated by the water for a full hour. The board in the water went from dry to moist, from moist to regaining vitality, and then from regaining vitality to gradually unfurling.

Finally, a hazy response came from within the meditation world:

[Done...]