Zhang Qianqian said, "You want to treat these little martial arts trainees for free for their bumps and bruises, and besides that, you have to pay three thousand yuan a month for tuition."
"Three thousand yuan?" Xu Wendong was shocked. Treating these kids for free wasn't a problem, but three thousand yuan a month was an astronomical figure for him.
After all, his internship salary was only eight hundred yuan a month.
"I really suspect something's wrong with your head." Zhang Qianqian looked disgusted. "This is a medical clinic, not a charity. How can you learn martial arts here without paying tuition? Or do you think we teach for free?"
"Of course, I have to pay tuition, but isn't the fee too high?" Xu Wendong looked troubled. "As you've said, my age isn't ideal for achieving great results in martial arts. I just want to learn some skills to improve my health."
