Zhao Fei immediately rejected Qiao Mei's well intentions, saying, "That can't do! This must be your family's priceless 'divine medicine'! You can't give it to me! You should keep it for Auntie Li Gui!"
"Don't worry, we still have more at home. We haven't thanked you for risking your life to save my mother. If not for you, my mother would have died of illness in the Zhao Family Village. These are a token of our appreciation. You have to accept them. For the sake of Ding Xiang and the child, you must accept them. Saving a life is more important," Qiao Mei said.
Zhao Fei looked at Ding Xiang inside the ward and sighed deeply. "Then I'll accept this medicine. I thank you on behalf of Ding Xiang and the child, but we can't accept the money."
"This is your salary, your future salary. Consider this an advance payment from us," Qiao Mei said.
"Salary? What salary?" Zhao Fei asked, feeling confused.
