Du Heng moved quickly. After speaking, he completely pulled the clothes off Du Ping's shoulder, took a bit of his homemade 'blood activating ointment,' and began to apply it to Du Ping's shoulder. Then, using the most orthodox technique, he gave his big brother a massage.
The process was quite lengthy, so long that their Sister-in-law started to urge Du Heng impatiently to finish.
However, by this time, although Du Ping still felt some slight discomfort, he could already sit and lie down normally and had no problem picking up chopsticks to eat by himself.
His Sister-in-law glanced at Du Ping, who was holding his rice bowl, and said with a chuckle, "Xiao Heng's skill is really not just talk. This craftsmanship is flawless. When he first came back, your brother looked like he was on death's door. Forget moving; I thought he was about to stop breathing. I didn't expect you to fix him up so well after all that tinkering!"
The word "tinkering" was used quite ingeniously.
