Jing Yiren watched as the man walked several meters carrying Xue Fanghua before she snapped back to reality.
"Wait!"
Jing Yiren walked back to the front of the car, rummaged through her bag for her wallet, and pulled out a stack of cash.
She approached the middle-aged man and handed it to him, "Even if you don't go to the hospital, use this money to buy some medicine for the wound!"
"..." The man hesitated for a few seconds but eventually reached out and took the thick stack of cash that Jing Yiren handed over.
For their current living situation, they indeed were in need of money.
The man took the money but pulled out 500 yuan and returned the excess to Jing Yiren.
"This 500 yuan is for my wife's leg treatment; she deserves it. We may be poor, but we don't need charity from others!"
Saying that, the man pocketed the 500 yuan and left with Xue Fanghua on his back.
Xue Fanghua wrapped her arms around the man's neck, a faintly happy smile playing on her lips.
