The next day.

9 a.m.

In the ward.

Zhao Heng and Tian Zhen stood not far from the girl's hospital bed, watching Reporter Wei Wei interviewing the girl and the uncle, with a cameraman filming in the background.

"Dr. Zhao, you're incredible! You found a reporter so quickly."

Yesterday, she heard Zhao Heng say he wanted to seek help from social assistance channels and find a reporter. Tian Zhen didn't expect that Zhao Heng had found someone overnight.

"It's okay, I just had their contact information from last time, it was just convenient."

Zhao Heng said nonchalantly, quite relaxed.

Of course, he wouldn't say that he had sacrificed his looks—no, it was by accepting a special interview that he managed it.

Reporters are very busy too; with so many critically ill patients, where do they have the time and energy to interview and promote help for each one?

"I think this female reporter really values you, Dr. Zhao."

Tian Zhen said.

"What makes you think so?"

Zhao Heng said.

"You only mentioned it yesterday, and she brought people here today. Isn't that valuing you?"

Tian Zhen said.

"I just hope it's really useful."

Zhao Heng didn't respond to Tian Zhen's words but looked at the girl lying on the bed being interviewed and murmured.

"I think Reporter Wei is so professional, it must be useful."

Tian Zhen said confidently.

In Tian Zhen's view, Wei Wei seemed like a very capable and resourceful reporter who could surely help the girl.

"Mhm."

Zhao Heng nodded, knowing that Wei Wei was indeed very capable.

However, thinking of yesterday's special interview, Zhao Heng felt that he should avoid seeking Wei Wei's help next time if possible.

Asking for help too many times, it's easy to get oneself involved.

After a short while, Wei Wei finished the interview, and the cameraman left first with his camera. Wei Wei walked over to Zhao Heng, smiled, and said, "Dr. Zhao, the task is complete."

"Thank you."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

"No thanks needed, I'll look for you again next time."

Wei Wei said naturally.

Hearing this, Tian Zhen, standing to the side, couldn't help but glance at Zhao Heng and Wei Wei.

Could it be that Dr. Zhao sacrificed something to get this Reporter Wei?

Tian Zhen couldn't help but think in her heart.

"I'll see Reporter Wei off."

Zhao Heng said to Tian Zhen and then accompanied Wei Wei out of the ward.

At the entrance of the ward, Zhao Heng said once more to Wei Wei, "Thank you."

"You're doing it for the patients, no need to thank me. Actually, even if you hadn't accepted my special interview, I would have done it. After all, this is the role of media."

Wei Wei smiled and said.

Seeking her out, Zhao Heng had no ulterior motives; he was purely doing it for the patients. This purity, and the depth shown during yesterday's special interview, made Wei Wei deeply remember Zhao Heng.

"Mhm."

Zhao Heng nodded.

Wei Wei's words were very insightful.

After seeing off Wei Wei, Zhao Heng returned to the ward.

As soon as Zhao Heng returned, the uncle approached him, very grateful, and said to Zhao Heng, "Dr. Zhao, thank you, I am so thankful."

The uncle really didn't expect Zhao Heng to contact a reporter for him. He had thought about seeking social assistance but, being new, didn't even know where to start.

Besides, his daughter needed his care, and he didn't have time for it all.

"Don't give up hope; we're all working hard."

Zhao Heng looked at the weathered face of the uncle and said warmly.

"Yes, yes."

The uncle nodded repeatedly, a huge warmth flooding his heart.

There are still good people in this world after all!

The uncle thought with deep emotion.

Since his daughter fell ill, relatives and friends avoided them, and wherever they went, they met with strange looks. Father and daughter had truly endured the tribulations of the world.

It was only after arriving at Eastern Hospital and meeting Zhao Heng that the uncle felt that there was still hope in the world.

This hope is so hard to find!

Then Zhao Heng went to Sun Xinxin's bedside again.

Today, Sun Xinxin seemed much better; it appeared that the surgical effect was very clear.

"How do you feel today?"

Zhao Heng asked Sun Xinxin.

"A lot better, I feel that in another month I can be back to normal."

Sun Xinxin said with a smile. Ever since she woke up, it felt like she had been dreaming. For her, it was like a dream.

After being injured, she closed her eyes and fell unconscious, and now she's opened them, and everything is fine again.

"That might not be so fast. Once you recover a bit more, there will be a follow-up repair surgery."

Zhao Heng said.

The brainstem aneurysm in Sun Xinxin had been embolized. Next, due to the loss of blood supply, this aneurysm would gradually shrink. For ordinary people, this would be sufficient for normal life, and at this point, the surgery would be considered successful.

But for Sun Xinxin, this wasn't enough. The embolized and shrunken aneurysm would leave a permanent scar on the artery, which might be fine for normal activities.

However, under intense exercise, this scar could potentially rupture, which would be very deadly.

Therefore, this second surgery was a necessity for Sun Xinxin.

"Yes, Dr. Zhao, I want to discuss something with you."

Sun Xinxin first nodded, then continued to speak.

She wasn't afraid of surgeries; throughout her journey to becoming a top athlete, she didn't know how much training she had endured, how much blood and sweat she had shed. For an ordinary person, surgery would be a nerve-wracking matter, but for Sun Xinxin, it was routine.

"Go ahead."

Hearing Sun Xinxin's words, Zhao Heng responded calmly.

Sitting by the bed, Sun Xinxin's mother, however, looked at her daughter with some doubt, not knowing what matter she wanted to discuss with Zhao Heng, things that hadn't been mentioned to her.

"It's like this, Dr. Zhao, can I make a donation to that little sister?"

Sun Xinxin looked at the girl lying on the bed not far away and said to Zhao Heng.

"Donation?"

Zhao Heng did not expect this was what Sun Xinxin wanted to discuss.

"Yes, that little sister is just thirteen, right? When I was her age, I was already training."

The girl named Miaomiao on the nearby bed clearly reminded her of her own training experiences at thirteen. Seeing a girl at such a blossoming age lying on the hospital bed, with such a terrifying tumor growing on her, made Sun Xinxin feel a deep empathy.

"Regarding donations, it's possible. Xinxin's mom, what's your opinion?"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said. The follow-up treatment expenses for the girl Miaomiao would be no small amount, and even with Reporter Wei Wei's interview and promotion, the actual effects would still be uncertain.

Sun Xinxin was a world champion at the last Winter Olympics, so financially, she was much better off than the average person. Strictly speaking, she could be considered a little rich.

"I'll follow Xinxin's lead. That child looks so pitiful; she should indeed receive a donation."

Without the slightest hesitation, Xinxin's mom said.

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