Zhang Xiaofan's bag was heavy in his hands.
He lifted it to take a look, and it was filled with stacks of red banknotes.
Zhang Xiaofan's smile was meaningful as he raised the corners of his mouth.
Then he shook his head and walked back to the clinic.
Zhang Xiaofan never expected that, besides Du Zhumei, everyone else had given cash.
These stacks, which Zhang Xiaofan casually counted, amounted to a million.
Since they were so eager to give money, he wouldn't turn it down.
Carrying the money, Zhang Xiaofan locked the clinic's door and headed home.
And Zhang Dalei happened to be at home.
"Grandpa, bring out the list of people our family owes money to; we can repay our debts now,"
Zhang Xiaofan said.
Zhang Dalei crossed his arms behind him, took a couple of steps, then stopped and said, "Xiaofan, Grandpa knows you've been running the business properly, but I also know you probably haven't made much money."
"And right now, no one is pressing us to repay."
