After lunch, Ye Qing went to the hospital again, mainly to visit the little boy.
Having had two bowls of traditional Chinese medicine today, Ye Qing's strength was gradually recovering. Although he was still far from his former condition, he had no problem walking around like a normal person.
The little boy had been transferred to the hospital where Lin Tianyou was staying, and his hospitalization fees were also paid for by Lin Tianyou. The culprit had yet to be found, no one had come forward to offer compensation, and the only support was the little over ten thousand yuan donated by kind-hearted people, which was but a drop in the bucket for the boy's situation.
In the ward, Ye Qing met the little boy's grandmother, a woman over seventy years old. Hunched over, she sat beside the little boy's bed, her hands busy sewing shoe pads. The little boy shined shoes, and she made a living by selling shoe pads—these were the two's sources of income, just enough to feed them.
