Tang Xiu calmly observed the pale and extremely fragile-looking boy on the bed. The boy's face was red and green veins were protruding on his forehead, while his hair was drenched wet with his own sweat. However, his eyes were very particular and extraordinarily tranquil like a pool of still water that wouldn't ripple even though it was swept over by the gales.
Is it because of his intelligence?
Tang Xiu took out a cigarette. The clicking sound of a lighter was heard as he lit it up, causing Ah Lang to shift his attention to him. Under Tang Xiu's gaze, the boy was briefly startled and hesitated, before he sat on the bed with difficulty with Wang Hu's help. After sitting on the edge of the bed and fixing his clothes, he put on the slippers and paced a few steps towards Tang Xiu.
"Should I address you as Divine Doctor Tang or Boss Tang?"
A smile crept up on Tang Xiu's face and he asked him, "Which one do you choose to address me, then?"
