"I'll buy it." Zhao Yu now trusted Wen Ying completely. He would do anything she said without question, so he asked, "Which one should I get?"
Seeing Zhao Yu's super-fan demeanor, and thinking about her future dealings with the platform, Wen Ying sighed. "Take the turtle one. Thirty thousand."
Zhao Yu instantly transferred the money, then placed the turtle-engraved trinket in his palm, cradling it carefully.
Wen Ying, "..."
'There's really no need for all that, is there?'
Unable to watch any longer, Wen Ying casually took out a piece of hemp rope, fiddled with it for a moment, braided it, and handed it to Zhao Yu.
It wasn't a red string, just a plain hemp one.
Zhao Yu gratefully strung the trinket onto the rope and put it around his neck. "Doctor Wen, is my lighter still useful?"
"Of course. Doesn't it look good? It makes for a nice accessory."
Zhao Yu agreed.
After Zhao Yu left, Wen Ying tidied up the clinic and took the hand-drawn bills over to Uncle Zhang.
