"Now you know what it's like to give up?"
"Weren't you acting tough? Ha ha."
"I thought you'd be able to handle it with such an expensive value."
"Don't move, we're not done yet, I can't stop."
In the therapy room.
Tang Long lay bare-chested on the massage chair, grimacing and groaning in pain.
Gracie, the female team doctor, was applying anti-inflammatory ointment to his left shoulder, massaging with her soft hands.
Her gentle, petite hands might look delicate, but her massage techniques are as strong as a seasoned professional, showcasing very professional medical experience in every move.
"Turn over, switch sides."
Tang Long turned over at Gracie's direction.
"Is it done? I feel like I'm almost there." Tang Long said.
"Not done, you might be ready, but I'm not done here." Gracie replied, looking at him with a half-smile.
Tang Long's deltoid already had an injury, exacerbated during the first round of the Premier League by Gualin's mindless collision.
