Tang Ziyi sat there, his mind grappling with the surreal scene before him. The miracle unfolding in his family left him in awe. Eventually, he rose from his seat and exclaimed, "Brother, you can stand up... how... when..."
Li Chen, with a gentle smile, approached Tang Junjie and cautioned, "Don't stand for too long; your muscles are still weak." Madame Tang, overcome with emotion, moved forward, embracing her son. Tears streamed down her face as she wept tears of joy. Tang Junjie, ever considerate, comforted her, saying, "Don't cry, Mom. You're breaking my heart."
Madame Tang, wiping away tears, expressed, "I am sorry, my son. I am just too happy; I can't hold them in." Zhang Mei, offering a tissue, addressed Madame Tang, "Aunt Tang, don't ruin your beautiful face with tears." Then, turning to Li Chen, she inquired, "Was it you?" Tang Ziyi chimed in, "Brother, was it Li Chen's medicine?"
