"You do keep your word, but I don't lack money myself, and besides, the money has already been paid.
Let's leave it at that."
Xiao Chen waved his hand, "If you really don't want the money, that's fine, too. Consider these seventy million as my investment into your public welfare fund.
Use it for medical expenses for those poor people.
That should be acceptable, right?"
"What great benevolence, sir!"
The old traditional doctor gave Xiao Chen a thumbs-up, "Alright, we'll do as you say!"
He could be so generous, actually, because he was wealthy.
Seventy million wasn't as trivial to him as it was to Xiao Chen,
but it definitely wasn't too much.
He could easily afford it.
His pharmacy was a national chain.
Just the minimum charge for treating big shots was over a million.
Could he possibly be short of money?
Using seventy million for charity also sounded good.
"Heh, old man, didn't you say you were out of money?
Yet you still have funds for charity?"
