My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 198: One hundred ninety-eight, thank you gift Chapter 198: One hundred ninety-eight, thank you gift Knocks echoed from outside the door, and Song Yan Ning put away the Jade Token and rose to walk toward the entrance.

Upon opening the door, she saw a middle-aged woman of refined demeanor standing outside, followed by two younger people, their hands full of items.

“Who are you?” asked Song Yan Ning, certain she hadn’t seen them before.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, “You must be Song Yan Ning, right? I’m Liu Botao’s wife, and I’m here specifically to thank you today.” Originally, Botao was going to come along, but since he had just been discharged from the hospital, she naturally couldn’t let him come.

“Please, come in,” said Song Yan Ning, stepping aside.

“Xiao Ning, who is here?” Li Meixiang had heard the conversation outside and came out to inquire.

“It’s the family of the uncle I treated at the hospital yesterday.” She had told her grandparents about what happened at the hospital when she got back.

“Please come inside! I’ll go make some tea!” Li Meixiang said and headed to the kitchen.

“Auntie, there’s no need to bother, we’ll just sit in the courtyard for a while and then we’ll be on our way,” Ma Yanfei stopped Li Meixiang. She had come to thank Song Yan Ning for saving her husband, a man whose condition she knew all too well. She had been mentally prepared for the worst but had not expected to encounter Song Yan Ning, the Divine Doctor.

Yesterday, when Guo Zhenjiang told her that her husband had woken up, she could hardly believe it. She had thought the best-case scenario was that her husband would remain in a vegetative state after the surgery. To her surprise, not only had he woken up, but he could also talk and walk, completely unaffected, just like before.

Ma Yanfei took out a bank card and handed it to Song Yan Ning, “Thank you for saving my husband this time. Please take this bank card, it has five million in it, the password is six zeros.”

Song Yan Ning did not refuse, taking the bank card. This was her consultation fee, and there was no need for false modesty. If she didn’t accept their money, they might suspect she had ulterior motives in saving Liu Botao.

Seeing Song Yan Ning accept the bank card, Ma Yanfei smiled, yet she was also surprised at Song Yan Ning’s reaction. Song Yan Ning was only twelve years old, and at her age, most would already be thrilled with five hundred or a thousand, but her expression hadn’t changed at all when she was told about the five million. Did she not understand what five million represented? Or did she simply not regard five million as significant?

“Doctor Su, if there’s anything you need my help with in the future, just let me know,” said Ma Yanfei. Now that Song Yan Ning had accepted the money, there were no obligations of gratitude between them, and if Song Yan Ning truly needed their help in the future, they could openly refuse. That was her primary purpose for making the trip today.

“Um,” Song Yan Ning nodded.

Ma Yanfei turned to her attendants and gestured for them to put down the gifts, “These presents are also a token of my appreciation.”

“Um,” Song Yan Ning nodded again.

Ma Yanfei stood up, “Well, then, I shall take my leave.” She didn’t give Song Yan Ning her mobile number because, with the consultation fee paid, she considered her debts to Song Yan Ning settled.

“Take care,” said Song Yan Ning as she watched Ma Yanfei and her companions leave, retracting her gaze to look at the bank card in her hand with a slight smirk.

“They’ve left?” asked Li Meixiang, coming out with the tea and noticing the yard was empty except for Song Yan Ning.

Song Yan Ning nodded and held out the bank card to Li Meixiang, “Here’s some pocket money for you, Grandma. The password is six zeros.” She wasn’t short of money; although her monthly income wasn’t huge, it was in the tens or hundreds of millions. She hadn’t shared this with her grandparents, afraid it might scare them, considering her young age.

Li Meixiang glanced at Song Yan Ning, “You, child—it’s more like I should be giving you pocket money.” Xiao Ning had never asked for money since she started elementary school and had even been transferring money to their bank accounts every month.

“Then, Grandma, please keep it for me,” Song Yan Ning said playfully, winking at Li Meixiang.

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