Chen Ergou didn't show any expression at all, just looked calmly at this village chief, wanting to see what other tricks the village chief was going to come up with.
"Village Chief, tell me, say it's blazing hot at noon and I see a little dog on the roadside, struggling on the verge of death. I send it to the clinic, but that ends up delaying the little nurse getting off work. Does that make it my fault?"
Chen Ergou suddenly smiled at the village chief. Him not smiling was one thing, but the moment he did, the village chief sensed that things might not be as simple as he had imagined.
"Of course it's not. Since you've chosen to be a white‑clad angel, saving lives is your job. Even if it's just a small animal, you're supposed to have compassion."
"You really mean that?"
"Of course I do."
