The next day.
9 a.m.
In the ward.
Zhao Heng and Tian Zhen stood not far from the girl's hospital bed, watching Reporter Wei Wei interviewing the girl and the uncle, with a cameraman filming in the background.
"Dr. Zhao, you're incredible! You found a reporter so quickly."
Yesterday, she heard Zhao Heng say he wanted to seek help from social assistance channels and find a reporter. Tian Zhen didn't expect that Zhao Heng had found someone overnight.
"It's okay, I just had their contact information from last time, it was just convenient."
Zhao Heng said nonchalantly, quite relaxed.
Of course, he wouldn't say that he had sacrificed his looks—no, it was by accepting a special interview that he managed it.
Reporters are very busy too; with so many critically ill patients, where do they have the time and energy to interview and promote help for each one?
"I think this female reporter really values you, Dr. Zhao."
Tian Zhen said.
"What makes you think so?"
Zhao Heng said.
