The physician nodded and did not reject it as he took the payment. "Don't worry, miss. This Hanging Pot Medical Hall is a place to treat and save people. We will take good care of this child."
Lu Liangwei could tell that this physician was not a bad man. She took a money pouch from Zhu Yu's hands and passed it to the physician. "This money pouch belongs to the child. Please return it to him when he wakes up."
The physician took it from her and promised in goodwill.
Lu Liangwei went to take another look at the child. He was lying on the bamboo bed, looking like a little clump. It was truly a pitiful sight. A part of her still worried about leaving him here.
Even though it was March now, the temperature was still a little low. She reached out for the blanket on the bamboo bed and covered the child with it. Next, she took out a piece of silver and handed it to a worker from the medical hall.
