Ye Chen looked at the old woman—face full of wrinkles, hair completely white, a pain she could barely endure written all over her face.
He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."
"Thank you, you're such a good person. Once we get to the hospital, help me call my family. When they arrive, I'll definitely have them thank you properly."
"No need for thanks, it's just a small favor."
"No, I have to thank you. So many people didn't dare to help, only you did. No matter what, I'll make sure my family thanks you properly."
The old woman sounded incredibly sincere.
A smile appeared on Ye Chen's face.
The fans in the livestream room saw this and felt relieved too.
"Looks like this old lady isn't one of those scammers."
"Seems the streamer helped the right person. The old lady's good, she knows how to be grateful."
Ye Chen had actually been quite worried.
But the old woman's gratitude calmed him down a lot.
