Evening.
At Minister Jia's home.
After dinner, still worried about Jia Miao's condition, Madam Jia kept Dong Xuebin talking for quite a while and did not let him leave. Nighttime was also when her husband often had attacks. The episode around four in the afternoon had passed, but no one knew how things would go that night. Yet after waiting for some time, Jia Miao still showed no signs of falling ill. It was nearly eight o'clock before Madam Jia finally relaxed.
The illness really was gone!
The effects had come far too quickly!
Madam Jia exchanged a look with her husband. Seeing Jia Miao give her a meaningful glance, she understood. She quickly returned to the bedroom for several minutes, and when she came back out, she held a thick envelope in her hand. She handed it to Dong Xuebin. "Little Dong, there's twenty thousand in here. Consider it your consultation fee."
Dong Xuebin hurriedly refused. "I can't take this money."
Madam Jia pushed it toward him. "Take it, take it."
"Auntie, I really can't accept it," Dong Xuebin insisted.
Madam Jia thought Dong Xuebin found the amount too small. That made sense—Little Dong had cured an illness that had left the directors and specialists at so many hospitals helpless in just a few moves, so the consultation fee certainly should have been higher. Besides Jia Miao's illness, he had even treated Madam Jia's sprained waist. So she went back into the room again, prepared another envelope with thirty thousand inside, and added it to the first one, making fifty thousand in total.
Jia Miao said as well, "Mr. Dong, just take it. Stop refusing."
Dong Xuebin gave a wry smile but still declined the money. Looking at them seriously, he said, "Minister Jia, Madam Jia, it's not that