Lai Wei nodded with difficulty, "When I was young, I suffered severe losses. Back then, if you didn't work, you couldn't eat. My mom sacrificed a lot for me."
Mi Lu seemed thoughtful, "Weiwei, I'll get in touch with a good hospital for Auntie to get a check-up, what do you think?"
Lai Wei's expression changed slightly, and Mi Lu hurriedly explained, "Weiwei, this isn't charity, it's help. There's no expectation of repayment. You can wait, but Auntie can't afford to. Auntie has a bad cough, which must be due to the dust at her old workplace."
On this point, Lai Wei couldn't argue at all. Wasn't it severe? So many people had died of tuberculosis.
Her mother had discovered it early on and left that factory, but she had still suffered some damage. Now her cough was severe, and earlier, when Lai Wei had worked a summer job, she had taken her mother for a check-up, the prognosis wasn't good.
