Lu Tong was slightly taken aback.
The box wasn't large, but it looked weighty. Upon opening it, neatly arranged silver ingots filled the interior, with scattered pieces of silver piled on the top layer—it was quite a substantial amount.
"This is..."
"Aren't you heading to the Medical Officer Institute tomorrow?" Du Changqing slumped onto the recliner, crossing his arms across his chest in a lazy manner, "I've asked around with brothers from the palace. Your salary as a medical officer isn't much, and you'll inevitably need to grease some palms."
"I've been your employer for a year after all. Consider these two hundred taels of silver a parting gift. You're the first medical officer from West Street, so you can't disgrace the Renxin Medical Hall. Be generous when you're outside, don't let others look down on you."
Ah Cheng was surprised, "Shopkeeper, you also have brothers in the palace?"
"Go on, shoo," Du Changqing said irritably, "There's a lot you don't know, stop prying."
