Are You Talking About Lian Xiaoliu

"Chief Zheng, I'm sorry." Chief Xia had an apologetic look on her face. She knew that this situation was messy, and she was indeed embarrassed to have to find Zheng Ren to help settle it.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled. "However, I might not be able to solve the problem."

"I know."

As they spoke, the two of them fell silent at the same time.

The sad thing was that this was not happening to a patient who was incurably ill.

Life and death were determined by fate, while wealth and honor were determined by the Heavens. People had seen too many life and death situations, so they did not think too much about literature and art.

The saddest thing was that this was the kind of patient who could obviously be treated but could not afford to do so.

Zheng Ren and Chief Xia both knew that the patient was most likely to be automatically discharged from the hospital and go home to wait for death.

This made people's hearts ache.