For Xiaomin's mother, the daily physical therapy was what she looked forward to the most.
Wang Xiaoshuai knew Xiaomin's mother's needs; his Inner Strength treatment could completely relax her body and mind, taking her into a deep state of relaxation. It was much more blissful compared to the pain she had suffered from her illness before.
After it was over, Xiaomin's mother grabbed Wang Xiaoshuai's hand.
Wang Xiaoshuai smiled and said, "Auntie, if you get better in the future, I might not be able to continue helping you."
"What will you do then?"
On hearing this, Xiaomin's mother's face turned red, and she gave Wang Xiaoshuai a coy glance, then chuckled ambiguously, "That's easy. Just say that my illness hasn't improved, that it requires long-term treatment—isn't that possible?"
She threw the question back to Wang Xiaoshuai, eager to hear his response.
Wang Xiaoshuai was baffled.
Grandpa, can people really deceive like this?
What does she mean by that?