Silver was not a problem, and the drawing was even less of a problem.
But unfortunately, there was no wheelchair kept in her carry-on space. Otherwise, it would have saved her the effort of drawing.
Zhao Chuchu said, "Well, I'll go back first and send it to you tomorrow when it's done."
Elder Mr. Qiu said, "Okay, okay. I will listen to you, Mrs. Xie."
"Then I'll leave first." Zhao Chuchu got up and walked out.
Elder Mr. Qiu hurriedly arranged for a carriage to drive her and Madam Luo.
Elder Mrs. Qiu gave Zhao Chuchu a bulging purse. "This is the consultation money. After Old Mr. Qiu gets better, we will express our gratitude once again."
Zhao Chuchu took it and weighed it. In addition to the silver, there were also banknotes.
"I will give the drawing of the wheelchair to you tomorrow." Zhao Chuchu lifted her feet and walked out.
