"Sir, your medical skills are divine, simply inconceivable. If there's a chance in the future that my wife and I can be of service to you..."
"Trivial, it's a trivial matter."
Zhou Ping'an waved his hand dismissively, his face full of impatience.
The persona he crafted—well, he had to keep it up.
This arrogant young hero has no need for your gratitude, he doesn't care.
At his indifferent attitude, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. As the saying goes, great kindness can turn into resentment. This favor was so overwhelming that none of these respectable figures knew how to repay it, though it wouldn't escalate to deep-seated hostility.
Still, a certain unease lingered.
Every glance at Zhou Ping'an made them feel a notch lower in comparison.
It was unbearably awkward.
But now, seeing Zhou Ping'an's cold and dismissive demeanor brought a faint smile to their faces and eased the tension somewhat.
