"Get up, you don't have to do this."
Lin Yi stepped forward and helped Wu Xiaomei up.
"Our job is to help people in need. Now you need my help, so this is what I'm supposed to do."
Wu Xiaomei wiped her tears, thanking him over and over.
Her husband came over, his face full of apology.
"Comrade Journalist, I was too impulsive just now. Please be generous and don't hold it against me."
"It's nothing. I understand how you feel." Lin Yi comforted him:
"I won't say anything else. Add me as a friend, send me the information on your apartment, and I'll have my buddy list it for you."
"Okay, okay, okay, thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
After a few words of comfort, Lin Yi went back to the break room.
Suddenly he felt a bit melancholy.
Every family has its own hard story; this is all he can do.
In the end, Lin Yi found the hospital's social security staff and tried to get them as much reimbursement as possible.
