"Your name is Zhang Chong?" Ye Haochuan walked up to the beggar and asked.
"Yes, Brother Ye. Can you help me? However much you can give, even if it's just ten or twenty bucks, I'll remember your kindness for life!" Zhang Chong said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help you. Ten or twenty bucks is nothing; here's twenty thousand, take it."
As he spoke, Ye Haochuan pulled out two stacks of cash and placed them into Zhang Chong's hands.
"Twenty thousand?"
Zhang Chong was stunned. Just like that—twenty thousand? Was this man rich to an absurd degree? He had sought assistance from the government, but had only received less than twenty thousand in aid.
"Thank you, thank you… When I have the chance in the future, I promise I'll pay this money back to you!" Zhang Chong said excitedly.
"Don't worry about paying me back for now; the priority is to get your father's illness treated."
At the mention of medical expenses, Zhang Chong's expression turned grave again.
