If this deed was a good one, then she certainly did right by it, not only saving people's lives, but also helping her own father.
She was somewhat sluggish and fuzzy as she returned to her hospital room, and just as she stepped in, she heard Ting Yuan's excited chatter.
"Lele, you know what? We got on TV and in the newspapers! My mom saw me and said I looked so good! Even the village and town leaders have visited my house and brought us loads of stuff! Now they all call me a hero, and they say they will award me the 'March 8th Red Banner Bearer'! I've become famous."
"What should I do?" She held her face again, "Should I style my hair? That way, I'll look stylish when I return, right?"
"Maybe not," Lin Yile was always honest, "Your face is too big, if you style your hair, I think it wouldn't look like a face but rather resemble a winter gourd."
"You're so annoying," Ting Yuan dashed towards him and the two began wrestling. Their friendship seemed quite pure at this moment.