Wang Xiaoqiang tucked the business card into his pocket, then returned to Hua Lili's side. Hua Lili asked quietly, "Hey, Brother Qiang... who would have thought you also knew medical skills?"
Her voice was filled with surprise and joy.
"Uh, I just know a little bit," Wang Xiaoqiang said lightly.
"Just a little bit, huh? You even revived someone from heart failure, really modest..." Hua Lili said, her eyes shining as she gazed at Wang Xiaoqiang.
Wang Xiaoqiang pinched his nose. "Actually, I only know a bit of massage Kung Fu..."
"Massage? Can you treat rheumatism in the leg?"
"Uh... I know a bit..."
"Hey, Brother Qiang, when you get to the United States, could you help treat my dad's rheumatism?" Hua Lili asked earnestly.
"Sure, but I can't guarantee it will be cured..." Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"It's okay, but I believe you can cure it..." Hua Lili held Wang Xiaoqiang's hand—it was a very intimate yet slightly ambiguous gesture. Both of them smiled joyfully.
