Not Enough Influence

Once Wang Yang was leaving, the person taking care of Zhu Chengqi naturally had to return to his job. "You have helped Chief Zhu turn over, right?"

Although Zhu Chengqi wasn't paralyzed, as his body was weak and he had a lot of illnesses, he basically didn't have the ability to move on his own anymore. For the sake of Zhu Chengqi's health, someone had to help turn him over and massage his limbs so that certain parts of his body didn't fester and that he wouldn't experience muscle atrophy due to him being inactive for a long time.

Wang Yang smiled. "It has been so long. Of course I've already helped my uncle turn over. I've also massaged his limbs. Alright, it's running late. I should head back. Go do what you have to do."

"Alright." The person taking care of Zhu Chengqi smiled. "It looks like you've learned well after seeing what I did. Your habit of helping Chief Zhu put his hands back into the blanket is exactly the same as mine. Great job."