"Today, I'm treating the Gun God to dinner; the private dishes here are famous."
Chong Hu led the way in front as the two of them entered a quiet private room, where a waiter came in shortly to serve tea.
As Chong Hu poured tea for Aaron, he chuckled, "I'm a straightforward guy, so I'll just get straight to the point... Aaron, you taught Xiao Chuan something that seems to be Qigong from ancient martial arts?"
"Do you believe it?" Aaron played with his teacup, asking with a nonchalant smile.
"I..."
Chong Hu forced a grin, "At first, of course, I didn't believe it. But after I retired due to injury, I tried everything to recover my hands... I even consulted ancient Chinese medicine, but there was no effect..."
Was it so easy to completely recover from a professional injury?
It wasn't until recently that he saw a glimmer of hope, albeit tenuous, but he was willing to believe it and at least give it a shot!
"Words aren't proof!"