"You're telling the truth so early in the morning, but I'm a person who likes to hear the truth. You've done a good job. I'll help you massage and clear the blockage tonight. I think you'll be almost healed by tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, wife. Don't worry, I love to tell the truth. I like to speak and you like to hear. We are a perfect match."

Before Yang Xiaobei even entered the office, cries of grief were heard everywhere.

"Ouch, my neck..."

"Ouch, my shoulder..."

…

Yang Xiaobei walked into the office refreshed and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Zhao Laifu: "Xiaobei, how come you're fine? Weren't you the same as me yesterday when you got off work, feeling the same pain here and there? How come my pain got worse after I woke up from a sleep? And you're fine, how did you do it? Tell me quickly, I feel like my neck isn't mine anymore. I don't even dare to move my head for fear it'll snap and break."

The few people who were squatting with Yang Xiaobei also nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, what's the secret, Xiaobei? Hand it over quickly, and when I get better, I'll treat you to a meal."

"My method won't work on you."

Zhao Laifu: "If you don't tell me, how do you know it won't work? We are both men, so this method will definitely work. Just tell me."

"When I got home last night, my wife saw that I was tired and injured, and she felt so distressed. Then she gave me a massage. I fell asleep later, and I didn't even know how long my wife massaged me. Then I woke up the next day feeling refreshed." Yang Xiaobei smiled brightly.

Others: "..." Not only do I feel pain in my body now, but I also feel a chill in my heart. We got home late last night, and my wife didn't even notice we were injured, let alone give us a massage.