After Yang Mi said those words, she fell silent, and so did Chu Dazhuang, who gently nodded.
Yang Mi smiled at Chu Dazhuang, who was sitting there, occasionally bowing his head, and then gently tilting it back.
Around them, music was playing. Like Yang Mi, Chu Dazhuang didn't like noisy music, so the selection was also light music.
"Yeah, if my medical skills were revealed, or if I extensively promoted myself, what I'd get would naturally be no less than what Yang Mi gets."
"But the problem would also follow like a shadow. By then, I guess I'd be grabbed by the relevant departments for research."
Thinking of this, he chuckled softly and shook his head.
Upon reflection, that made sense.
Chu Dazhuang was already overwhelmed with patients. Although he was making a handsome profit, if this was going to be life from now on, he probably wouldn't want it.
Chu Dazhuang gave a soft laugh without saying a word, but he picked up his glass and gently clinked it with Yang Mi's.
