Looking at Ye Wan's eyes at this moment, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a surge of complex emotions.
He remembered when he was discussing the construction of Hope Primary School with his father, who had advised him earnestly: "Once a person has power, every decision you make is more likely to affect the fate of others."
Back then, in a moment of impulse, he proposed building a Hope Primary School with infrastructure comparable to that of a city.
Jiang Cheng was full of confidence about this, but he had never thought about its deeper implications.
It was his father's words that woke him up.
And now, it was Ye Wan's expression that made him realize the butterfly effect his actions had produced.
This time, Jiang Cheng felt like he had stepped into a pit again.
He suddenly felt like someone at the top.
Knowing very little about the needs of the grassroots people.
When he first decided to install air conditioners, he simply thought that the summer heat was unbearable and that a dormitory without air conditioning was simply a living hell.
However, he had ignored a small group of people like Ye Wan whose family conditions were not very good.
For families like Ye Wan's, the most important thing wasn't enjoying high-end infrastructure, but how to save expenses and maintain a normal life.
He hadn't given enough importance or attention to these most basic needs of life.
It was obvious.
Jiang Cheng's proposal to install air conditioning in the school was not only not a good thing for people like Ye Wan, but could even be a heavy burden.
You see, the electricity bill for the dormitory was shared by everyone.
Just like Ye Wan said, she thought using the air conditioner was a waste of electricity; however, if some roommates wanted the air conditioning running twenty-four hours a day without interruption.
This would undoubtedly put a small number of people in a dilemma and negatively affect the harmonious atmosphere of the dormitory.
Although his actions were out of goodwill, he hadn't truly thought about things from the perspective of the majority.
This was just like certain national policies; on the surface, they look beautiful, but in reality, they might be formulated from the perspective of one's own class, completely ignoring the real feelings and needs of the people at the bottom.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh.
However, Jiang Cheng didn't regret the decision he had made.
In his view, every decision was the best one he could make at the time.
Although he stepped into a pit, after all, a fall in the pit is a gain in your wit.
And when he made that decision, he hadn't fully moved past the mentality of someone who had suddenly struck it rich.
Everything he did carried a bit of a Nouveau Riche vibe.
But now, after a series of experiences over time, he had settled down somewhat.
Slowly, he had transitioned a bit from a Tycoon toward being a wealthy man.
This was growth.
Ye Wan's performance also made Jiang Cheng deeply understand the true meaning of the phrase "With great power comes great responsibility."
However, Jiang Cheng was now glad that he was just an ordinary God-level Tycoon.
If his father hadn't left the family and was still that high-and-mighty person.
Then he would inevitably be like Qi Yuan, eventually getting sucked into the vortex of the system.
He probably wouldn't be able to spend every day trying to understand and satisfy the various needs of the grassroots people.
After all, deep down, Jiang Cheng still had some egoistic tendencies.
Watching Ye Wan stare at her white sneakers, looking somewhat at a loss.
Jiang Cheng swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Then he gave her a complicated look.
"I understand, I'll handle this." After saying that, Jiang Cheng walked forward on his own.
Waving his hand at Ye Wan as he walked: "Keep up."
Ye Wan looked at his back, an inexplicable feeling rising in her heart.
She frowned and hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed his lead.
She jogged a few steps to catch up.
Soon, following the school signs, Jiang Cheng led Ye Wan to the school Infirmary.
When Jiang Cheng pushed open the glass door of the Infirmary, Ye Wan instinctively asked, "What are you doing here?"
Her voice carried a hint of confusion and unease, and her body reflexively shrank back.
Seeing Ye Wan shrinking back, Jiang Cheng grabbed her wrist and walked straight into the Infirmary: "Come in first, it's boiling hot outside."
The Duty Doctor in the Infirmary, seeing the movement, wiped the auntie smile off her face.
Her eyes moved from the idol drama on her phone toward the door.
Upon looking, her eyes couldn't help but light up.
The Handsome Guy in front of her was much more handsome than the male lead of the idol drama she was currently watching.
Seeing Jiang Cheng holding Ye Wan's hand.
The expression on the Duty Doctor's face was clearly one of great surprise.
After all, there was a large height difference between them, and their temperaments and looks didn't seem to match.
The Duty Doctor wondered to herself: How could such an outstanding boy be with such an ordinary girl?
Could it be true love?
That's right, true love doesn't look at appearances.
Thinking this, the Duty Doctor couldn't help but think more highly of Jiang Cheng.
Ignoring Ye Wan's awkward movements, Jiang Cheng said to the Duty Doctor, "Hello, Doctor, please take a look at the burn on her hand."
Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Ye Wan's heart skipped a beat.
A look of resistance instantly appeared on her blushing face as she whispered, "No... no need, I'm fine, it'll get better in a few days, I don't need to see a doctor."
As she spoke, Ye Wan tried to pull her hand back.
The Duty Doctor glanced at Ye Wan's right hand, and her brow immediately furrowed slightly. "Student, the burn on your hand is quite serious. If it's not treated in time, it could easily become inflamed and infected. We'll just bandage it, apply some burn ointment, and give you some anti-inflammatory medicine. It's very simple. If you don't treat it, it'll be even more trouble if it gets inflamed later."