"Doctor Zhang, tonight we are holding a banquet at Zuixian Inn to show our gratitude for your life-saving help. Please don't refuse to come."
Shen Hua suddenly spoke to Zhang Chenggong on the phone, "We really owe Doctor Zhang a lot this time, otherwise, we dare not imagine what would have become of my father."
Zhang Chenggong waved his hand; he was feeling rather weak at the moment. He didn't actually do anything, but now he was being pushed to accept their thanks, which really wasn't his style.
However, he had no choice but to follow Chu Ge's instructions. With no alternatives, he stiffened his resolve and said, "Mr. Shen, there's no need for thanks; this is all within a doctor's duty. As for the dinner, please excuse me, I still have some personal matters to attend to."
Seeing Zhang Chenggong repeatedly decline, Shen Hua didn't press further; they could spare the meal, but the intended thank-you gift couldn't be reduced.
