"Because this driver is poor… 31 years old, unmarried, he adopted a crippled boy who was later delivered to a relief station because he didn't have money to raise the boy… He had no family; he rented his lodging and the truck belonged to his employer. He was an alcoholic, and he was drunk when he drove the truck and hit you…"
"Drunk driving…" Han Yueyao had never hated drunk driving so much in her life.
"In his situation, he'd not be able to compensate you even if he was alive… He could only be jailed."
"Yeah. We're so out of luck."
Han Yueyao felt unlucky. If people got hit by a BMW, Benz, or a Porsche, they'd get a big amount of money for compensation, but she was hit by a penniless alcoholic.
"Sister Mian, about my medical expenses here…"
Knowing how expensive the South Side was, she wanted to ask Huo Mian if the latter could pay the fees for her and she'd pay Huo Mian back little by little.
