Chen Che took the money and said forcefully, "In addition to compensation, you have to cooperate with my recording frequency and take a few more photos."
At that moment, Fang Weixun was on the brink of tears. He had no choice but to follow Chen Che's instructions and record and take photos.
Chen Che only let Fang Weixun leave when it was almost dawn.
The homeless uncle looked at the wound on Chen Che's arm. Although the wound was not big, it was very deep.
In this weather, wounds were easily inflamed, so the homeless uncle insisted on accompanying Chen Che to the hospital to treat his wounds.
Chen Che could not bear to spend money, so the two of them came out of the small alley and walked towards the hospital.
"Uncle, thank you for today. If not for you, I'm afraid I would have died at their hands."
Chen Che looked at the homeless uncle gratefully and smiled.