"Don't worry. My nephew is a doctor, he knows how to help arrange things for your father."
To this, Miao Xin had to respond, as it would be rude not to express gratitude for someone's effort concerning her father's illness: "My dad said he wants to thank Doctor Chen."
"There's no need for thanks, after all, we're family." said Uncle Chen.
With just a few words, the distance narrowed to that of a family. Miao Xin's pride felt awkward again, considering the Chen Family had paid for her dad's medical expenses, which was at least several tens of thousands, possibly more, because her father's body required long-term medication and physical therapy.
"Please, please, don't say anymore—" Miao Xin's trembling voice was filled with various emotions—perhaps fear, helplessness, sadness, anger at having no choice but to rely on others, "I, once I have money, I'll pay it back, it's just, just that I don't have money now—"
