Messi's wife hurriedly took the little bottle from him as if it were a treasure, clutching it to her chest and thanking Jiang Siming profusely.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for saving my husband."
Messi's wife was so moved that she even knelt before Jiang Siming. He quickly helped her up, accidentally catching sight of something he shouldn't have beneath her collar. That was quite something.
Ahem, don't misunderstand. He hadn't done it on purpose, and he definitely had no ulterior motives, all right?
"Messi is a player at my club, so this is only natural. You can brew him a cup now. Once he recovers, he can return to the team early," Jiang Siming said.
Messi's wife obediently hurried off to brew the medicine powder.
The reason he had turned the pill into powder and divided it into seven doses was mainly because Jiang Siming didn't want to be too astonishing.
If one pill had cured him outright, people would probably have thought it was medicine bestowed by God. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Jiang Siming had the medicine divided into seven portions.
After Messi's wife left, it was Messi's turn to thank Jiang Siming.
"Don't be so polite. If you really want to thank me, work hard at Barça and score more goals," Jiang Siming said with a smile.
Messi nodded vigorously. "Rest assured, I'll give Barça everything I have for the rest of my career!"
"That's good." Jiang Siming revealed a profiteer-like smile.
That single move had directly made Messi willing to remain at Barça for the rest of his career. It was well worth it.
Just then, Messi's wife finished brewing the medicine and brought it over. Messi didn't hesitate and downed it all in one go.
Astonishingly, not long after drinking the medicine, Messi felt a