"Oh, I'm fine now, I'm fine." Father Song said with a grin. "Mayor, do I look like someone who is unwell? I'm not experiencing headaches anymore, and I've been eating well...Mayor, you're too kind."
"If you're fine, then that's good, that's good..." The mayor chuckled and nodded continuously. Then, his gaze fell on Huang Xiaolong involuntarily. "Xiao Song, I heard from your wife that you had a serious injury which could only be treated with brain surgery. However, Yuru's boyfriend managed to relieve the blood clot in your brain with just a few needle pricks..."
"Yes, that's exactly what happened." Father Song laughed, then looked at Huang Xiaolong fondly. "Here he is. This is Little Long. His medical skills are not just for show. They're top-notch. Even the director of the People's Hospital holds him in high regard."
Wow! With such a tone, it's like a father-in-law boasting about his son-in-law!
