Song Yuxi stared at Zhao Yang for a full half minute; five hundred thousand was no small sum, and logically, this young village doctor named Zhao Yang should not have refused.
The fact that a village doctor would turn down a huge thank-you gift of five hundred thousand was astounding; how could this be?
Could there really be someone so noble in this world? Even if he was a doctor...
No, that couldn't be right; the eyes of everyone in this world had long been blinded by money.
"You really don't want it?" asked Song Yuxi.
Zhao Yang smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'll take my own money, but I won't take what isn't mine."
During this time, Yingtao was thinking, "What's going on with my brother? Could his brain have gone bad?" Then she watched as Song Yuxi took back the check, her face returning to its usual cool detachment, while at the same moment, Zhang Xiuer looked at Zhao Yang with a sparkle of something different in her eyes.
