It's one thing to be sick, but another to be broke. Ai.
Du Heng quietly sighed. "So where have you been all this time?"
The man looked up at Du Heng for a moment, then lowered his head again. "For the first few days, I didn't dare go anywhere. I just secretly stayed in the hospital to watch my child. When the child got a bit better, I went out to collect bottles and cardboard. Whenever I had a little free time, I'd come to see my child."
Saying this, the man reached into his pocket and took out several rolls of money, bundled with rubber bands and pieces of string.
The man placed the money on the table and looked at Du Heng. "President Du, this is the money I've saved from collecting bottles during this time. I know it's not enough to cover the medical expenses, but don't worry, I'll definitely pay it back."
Du Heng looked at the small bills and coins, all neatly organized. An indescribable discomfort welled up in his heart, leaving him momentarily speechless.
