"Village Chief, you don't need to say that. No one is heartless; I will definitely waive all the medical fees."
"But his family is all old or young, not a single person who can take charge. They can't get by like this. Can the village think of a way? At the very least, we need to make sure he and his grandson can have enough to eat."
Zhao Tienan glanced at Sun Xiaowen, who was crying her heart out, feeling as if his own heart was being cut with a knife.
As the saying goes, a doctor's heart is full of compassion.
But he could waive the medical fees, yet he was unable to support this impoverished family.
"Hmm, I'll think of something. If it really doesn't work, I'll rally the villagers to pool some money so Xiaowen can learn a skill. Even if she just opens a barbershop in the village, she could earn enough to support the family."
The village chief paused in silence for a moment, then spoke slowly.