Li Zehui immediately gave way under Robert's glare, while Robert skillfully aided Yang Ping in removing his surgical gown.
Then, this professor of sports medicine, who somehow acquired the skills of Tuina massage, followed Yang Ping's lead, his hands beginning to massage Yang Ping's shoulders.
As Yang Ping sat down, he took his place behind him, busying himself with kneading shoulders and patting backs, even adeptly pulling Yang Ping's arms out to give them a shake.
Li Zehui, Marshall, and the nurse all watched in astonishment. Was this Professor Robert from the New York Special Surgery Hospital in the United States? To them, he looked more like Yang Ping's tag-along junior doctor.
The anesthesiologist and perfusionist from the United States were also bewildered by this scene, not recognizing Robert.
"Alright, good technique!"
Yang Ping moved his neck and shoulder joints, and indeed the effect was good.
"Acupressure next!"
Robert indicated that the massage was not finished.
