That day Yaoyuan ordered takeout after they got home, and Tan Ruikang let him eat while he went to buy medication. He brought over a little stool and Yaoyuan rushed to say: “Let my dad do it.” Tan Ruikang smiled: “No worries, sit down.” “No!” Yaoyuan said: “Let my dad do it.” “Be good!” Tan Ruikang said. Yaoyuan refused to yield, he felt that it was embarrassing for Tan Ruikang to apply ointment to his foot for him. But Tan Ruikang was even more stubborn, and said in a raised voice: “If you don’t apply medicine now it’ll become more serious! Do you want to walk tomorrow or not!” Yaoyuan could only give in obediently. Tan Ruikang sat on the little stool, massaging Huang Dao Yi wood lock oil into Yaoyuan’s foot while he sat on the couch. Yaoyuan felt uneasy all over, and pressed down on the remote to turn on the TV. “It’s good,” Yaoyuan said. Tan Ruikang didn’t reply, he had his head lowered as he gently massaged Yaoyuan’s ankle. Yaoyuan could smell the ...