Standing there for a moment, she overheard people whispering about the siblings’ circumstances.
When the siblings were in elementary school, their father fell seriously ill and passed away. Their mother, unwilling to let them suffer others’ scorn, stubbornly refused to move forward. Feeling pity for the three of them, the factory allowed their mother to take on his father’s temporary job at the screw factory.
Their mother wasn’t well-educated, and the screw factory had no easy jobs. She had to work, care for the children, and endure malicious gossip, keeping her nerves on edge every day.
But misfortunes never come singly; the year after her mother’s job became permanent, she fell seriously ill and passed away within a few months. Her sister was just a month away from finishing middle school graduation. To support him, she took over her mother’s job.
Over the years, the siblings depended on each other to survive. Just as life started to get a little better, her sister met with misfortune.
She went out in the evening, got knocked down and injured her head. After being rescued, her life was saved, but she never regained consciousness.
The family’s savings were depleted, not to mention the huge debts. Now there’s nothing left to borrow.
Seeing him in this state, Xinyan made up her mind. Having been given such great opportunities in her second life, she felt it was appropriate to give back to society a little.
As she was building up her resolve to step forward, she saw the young man walking toward the back.
Xinyan hesitated for a moment, then followed him.
When she got there, she saw the young man talking to someone in a white coat.
Xinyan looked up and saw the sign hanging on the wall. She understood what this young man named Guan was there for.
She stepped closer and heard the person in the white coat saying, "You’ve already donated blood once this month. We can’t draw another. The blood bank has rules on intervals between donations."
The young man named Guan wanted to say something, but the person in the white coat interrupted, "We understand you’re in difficulty, but you can’t harm your health for it. You should think of other ways."
The young man named Guan turned away in frustration, his eyes filled with pain.
As he walked past Xinyan, she called out, "Please wait a moment."
The young man stopped, looked at Xinyan, but said nothing.
Although Xinyan felt a bit presumptuous, she didn’t regret her choice. In her past life, when she was most troubled, she wished someone would stand up to help her.
She turned to face the young man, "I can help you."
The young man frowned at Xinyan, "Reason, conditions?"
Xinyan didn’t catch it at first, but the young man understood and repeated coldly, "Reason, conditions?"
This time, she understood, "No particular reason. I just want to help when I see the need. As for conditions, I’ll let you know once I’ve thought it over."
Upon hearing Xinyan’s answer, the young man stared at her for a while before speaking, "Guan Zhiyang, my name is Guan Zhiyang. I’ll repay you in the future."
Xinyan didn’t respond to his words, retrieving fifty yuan from her pocket, though it was actually from space: "This is all I have available on me right now. Take it and use it first."
Of course, she could offer more, but too much might raise suspicion. A young girl wouldn’t normally carry a lot of money when going out, but she feared too little wouldn’t cover the outstanding fees, which wouldn’t solve the immediate problem.
Guan Zhiyang looked at the money in Xinyan’s hand, hesitating to reach for it with eyebrows furrowed tightly. After a long pause, he finally raised his hand to take it, "Thank you, I promise to return this money. Please let me know how to contact you."