Without missing a beat, Han Shang said, "Aunt Yang's tab is 3.52 yuan, and Zhang Yuanmin's is 1.43."
"So, 4.95 yuan," Zhao Jun replied instantly. He counted out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to Han Shang. "Give me a roll of bandages with the remaining five fen."
On his last trip to Yongfu Village, Zhao Jun had seen Yang Mantang carrying bandages when he went hunting in the mountains. It made him think that while he couldn't afford them before, now that he had money, he shouldn't skimp on his dogs.
Han Shang took the money, tucked it in his pocket, and opened the medical kit on his back. He pulled out one roll of bandages, but then paused, took out another half-roll, and handed them both to Zhao Jun. "This half-roll is on the house."
"Thanks, Doctor Han," Zhao Jun said with a smile, accepting them.
"Well then," Han Shang said. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."
"Take care, Doctor Han," Yang Yufeng called after him.
