Chu Tang looked towards the designated spot, where indeed, there were silver needles. "You remember so clearly?"
Tao Qingxiang said, "I have a good memory, and I personally placed these items here. Moreover, I check on them every day."
Chu Tang took the silver needles and said, "Go lie down on the bed. I'll start acupuncture soon."
Tao Qingxiang glanced at Chu Tang, maneuvered his wheelchair to the window, and then pressed a mechanism on the wheelchair, transforming it into a reclining chair.
"This chair is quite something," Chu Tang muttered to himself, appreciating the mechanical craftsmanship he hadn't considered before.
Tao Qingxiang, despite his skepticism about the young man's ability to heal his leg, couldn't help but feel hopeful, "If you cure my leg, I can give you as many of these chairs as you want, along with other things."
Chu Tang smiled, "Deal."
