Song Xiang's eyes were gleaming as he gazed at the massage room's door with a heart full of admiration as well as gratitude. Regardless of whether Tang Xiu could cure his mother, just the fact that Tang Xiu was able to stay inside with such an intensely pungent odor all around was admirable.
"I'm fully convinced, Brother," sighed Song Yang as he gasped while looking towards the massage room's door, a bit of awe on his face.
"Hahaha. Now you admit it, huh?" Song Xiang loudly laughed. "We were only able to endure the pungent odor for a few minutes inside. It's kinda a miracle for Brother Tang to treat it as nothing. Just this alone is enough for us to look up to him."
Song Yang nodded, but he seemed to recall something all of a sudden and curiously asked, "Brother, can you tell what's going on there? Could that grayish substance on Mom's body be a special medicinal ointment concocted by Tang Xiu?"
"It should be." Song Xiang nodded.
