A set of silver needles, four thousand, and medicine, seven hundred.
Zhang Fan didn't care how much the pharmacy owner had ripped him off. The most important thing now was to heal his dad's arm. Money? Once it's used up, he could just scratch a few more scratch-off tickets.
When he got home, Zhang Zhongliang had already left. Aunt Xiao Qi and Zhang Xiaoyuan were cleaning up the dishes, and Dad was chatting with Second Uncle in the guest room.
"Old third, if you have any difficulties, tell your second brother. Don't pay attention to big brother. Once Xiaofan gets into college, you should sell this house and move to Capital City. Over there, I've saved up some money over the years, and things have been going quite well. Ten years ago, I eyed a courtyard house, and just before the New Year, I finally acquired it. If you guys move over, you won't have to worry about not having a place to stay." Zhang Yuanlin said.
