After returning home, Xia Ping immediately spotted a familiar figure bustling around in the kitchen. The dining room was filled with the delicious aroma of food, and the person cooking was none other than his mother, Huang Lanxin.
"Mom, you're out of the hospital?" Xia Ping exclaimed in delight.
Huang Lanxin smiled. "Yes, I'm fine now. The nutrient solution treatment at the hospital was pretty effective. The doctor wanted me to stay in the hospital for a few more days, but I didn't want to, so I decided to leave."
Xia Ping looked at her and saw that his mother was in good spirits and moving without any difficulty. She had clearly made a full recovery—she seemed even healthier than before. All the money he'd spent had been worth it.
"But the hospital bills were so expensive. They cost hundreds of thousands." Thinking about all that money, Huang Lanxin felt a pang of heartache. Apart from buying a house, she'd never spent so much in her life.
Xia Ping patted his chest. "It's fine. I don't have many strengths, but making money is one of them."
"Keep bragging. Go right ahead."
His father, Xia Chuanliu, was sitting by the dining table. He shot Xia Ping a disdainful look. "You've got another strength, too: thick skin. You've got a third of your old man's skill."
"How am I bragging?" Huang Lanxin immediately protested, glaring at Xia Chuanliu. "If our son hadn't taken out hundreds of thousands, would you have been able to afford it? You've worked for over twenty years, and you still haven't earned as much as your son did in one year."
She knew that her son had paid the medical bills. Xia Chuanliu had already told her what happened.
Xia Chuanliu looked as if he'd been dealt a