To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Zhiyuan stayed at Wanjia until after nine o'clock, listening intently as several experts discussed various clinical cases, interesting stories, and poignant moments.

Several experts liked him quite a bit, saying that he "brought back the most cutting-edge ideas, and is also the young man that Lao Wan values ​​most, with a promising future," and so on. How could Zhiyuan dare to be so arrogant in front of so many senior experts? He repeatedly said that he was still very inexperienced and had a long way to go.

The senior experts liked him even more, saying things like, "Old Wan has good judgment, he got there first." The joking tone made Dean Wan laugh heartily, but Zhiyuan thought it meant that the dean had gotten there first and recruited him into the hospital.

When he was leaving the Wan family, Wan Xuening offered to take him home again, but he couldn't agree to that anymore. Just then, a taxi arrived, and he quickly got in.

After returning, he first went to Gu Youlian's house to retrieve his luggage.

After Liu Fen passed away, Gu Dafu felt that staying in the capital was very boring. Even living with his daughter and granddaughter, he felt very lonely and wanted to go back to his hometown from time to time. So, he ended up living there for a long time.

Gu Youlian thought it was a good idea. The older generation has a deep-rooted belief in returning to their roots. After her father returned to the village, he could grow some vegetables, exercise, and chat with old acquaintances. It might actually be better for his health. So she didn't insist that he stay in the capital anymore. She just installed a telephone at home so they could contact each other anytime. Originally, they had planned to bring her father over for the New Year, but the village was bustling this year with a homecoming event. Many elderly people living elsewhere were returning, and Gu Dafu was even less willing to come to the capital.

Therefore, only Gu Youlian and Xiaomai were at home.

Zhiyuan gave most of the local specialties he brought from home to Gu Youlian, saying, "I rarely go home. I spend most of my time eating in the hospital cafeteria. When I'm on break, I just come to my aunt's house for a meal."

Gu Youlian was overjoyed to hear this. Over the years, Zhiyuan had become almost like her own child. However, what was on her mind was the girl who had appeared with him today. She couldn't bring herself to ask her, and she was anxiously waiting for her.

Zhiyuan had no idea that his aunt was thinking so much. He picked up his suitcase and went back upstairs to his own home.

Open the suitcase and organize your luggage.

When I picked up the clothes to hang them in the closet, I was surprised to find a lot of money underneath them, all hundred-yuan bills, stacked in bundles at the bottom of the box.

He picked them up and counted them; there were ten bundles in total, each bundle worth ten thousand, totaling one hundred thousand yuan…

He stood there, frozen in place.

He gave Lin Qingping half a year's salary as a token of his respect, and he thought Lin Qingping would happily accept it. But in the end, she gave him back many, many times more...

My eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Growing up alongside Lin Qingping at a young age, he was touched by countless things, yet he would always be struck by her warmth again at some unexpected moment, even though he was nearly thirty.

Afraid of disturbing Lin Qingping's sleep because it was too late, he picked up his phone and sent a text message to Lin Qingping to let her know that he had arrived home.

Lin Qingping replied immediately: You just got home?

Zhiyuan: Yeah, I went to my advisor's house for dinner. Mom, I'm all grown up now, I can earn my own money, you don't need to give me money anymore.

Lin Qingping: You just started working, and you're in the capital. Are you earning enough to live on? Okay, that's all for now. You should get some rest. I'm going to sleep too. Goodnight.

Lin Qingping's meaning was crystal clear: she didn't want him to ramble on about the 100,000 yuan any longer.

Zhiyuan held his phone, looked at the words "Goodnight," smiled slightly, but his eyes were hot and red.