Rules are rules, she could donate to those truly in need, but she wouldn't satisfy the greedy.
Just like Zhong Qingyang.
She thought to herself as she pushed open the car door and got out, standing outside, holding the door open, letting Zhong Qingyang get out by himself.
Once he was out, she reached out to grab his arm to support him a bit.
Zhong Qingyang was using a tissue to cover the wound on his forehead; his knee was scraped, and he walked with a limp.
His wound wasn't deep, but it was bleeding down his face, making him look frightening.
A lot of people were startled by his condition as he walked in.
"What happened to you?"
The nurse saw Zhong Qingyang's condition and quickly came forward to inquire.
As she asked, she led them to the operating room, and some other nurses went to call for someone.
"He got hit." Xin Xiaoxiao replied to the nurse without hesitation.
The nurse asked further, "Hit by what?"
Xin Xiaoxiao said, "He fell and hit himself."
