He took the money and prescription that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and went to Zhong Mumu's clinic to get the medicine.
After Tang Peijun left, Peng Jiayao looked at Tang Huai with a complex expression: "Don't you hate us very much? Why did you suddenly give out three hundred?"
Tang Huai turned around and glared coldly at Peng Jiayao: "You are just my patient now, there is no such thing as hate or not hate. If you want to live, and live longer, then keep a good attitude and mood. Ever since my mother had her first child, you were always targeting her, insulting her, bullying her. In the end, what did you get? You always called me foolish, called me useless, but in the end, what did you gain, and what did I lose? Grandma Tang Ying, don't you think everything you did before was unnecessary? Living well is better than anything."
