Chen Ting said indifferently, "It's fate that we all stay in the same ward. I'm better off than you are, so I donated a little to you. The amount isn't big, and there's not much to talk about."
Facing Chen Ting's unconcerned attitude, Yong Qiuyue replied, "But those fifty thousand yuan are like timely help during a snowstorm to us!"
She carefully recorded every cent in her notebook, planning to repay part of it once she got divorced and obtained her share of the money. If that wasn't enough, she would wait until her son recovered and work hard to earn money to repay the rest.
She was still young, had education, and work experience. As long as she was willing to endure hardships, she could eventually pay off the debt.
Chen Ting just shrugged her shoulders and didn't elaborate further.
"So, does the family in the bed next to us also face financial difficulties?" Lu Qingqing inquired.
