At the dinner table, Lin Miao put down her bowl and chopsticks, opened her mouth as if to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up her bowl and chopsticks again, eating sullenly.

After this repeated a few times, Lin Jie chuckled and said, "Miaomiao, just say whatever you have on your mind. Between us, what are you worried about?"

Lin Miao said depressingly, "Brother, I just don't know how to say it. Promise me you won't get angry when I tell you."

"Just before getting off work, Sister Kexin called me into her office and specifically said many things to me."

"Sister Kexin wanted me to tell you that in the future, if you encounter people like Xu Pingying seeking help, don't get involved in lengthy conversations. Just handle it officially and have them apply for appropriate assistance through formal channels."

She pursed her lips and said, "Sister Kexin said that nowadays many people are sly and deceitful, very calculating about others' intentions, and particularly good at acting."

"People like you and me, because of our past life experiences, can easily empathize and sympathize with others' tragic and unfortunate circumstances, leading to impulsively making inappropriate promises."

Lin Jie understood that this was An Kexin reminding him about the incident in the afternoon, through Lin Miao.

He said a bit unhappily, "Didn't I tell her to first verify her actual situation? Only if her situation is real should we provide the corresponding assistance."

"And why didn't Sister Kexin just tell me directly, instead of asking you to pass it on?"

Lin Miao's face dropped, and she pouted, "Sister Kexin said that advising someone while they're doing good deeds would definitely make them angry. But since I'm your sister, you won't get mad at me."

"Sister Kexin also mentioned that Xu Pingying's situation definitely needs verification, and it needs to be verified more strictly. However, Sister Kexin wanted me to remind you that such things should only happen once."

"If such incidents happen a few more times, it will seriously disrupt the normal operations of the charitable fund, and rumors will spread. More patients might approach us in this way, making it difficult for us to handle."

Though reason told him the words relayed by Lin Miao from An Kexin made a lot of sense, emotionally, Lin Jie still felt somewhat uncomfortable and stifled.

He said softly, "Seeing Xu Pingying begging for help in front of me, I thought of you. Did you ever helplessly plead with others for me like that in the past?"

Lin Jie noticed that when he said this, a complex expression flashed across Lin Miao's face.

He felt a sudden pang in his heart, knowing Lin Miao must have experienced similar situations.

"Now that our situation has improved, we have the resources to help others. I just thought, I don't want Xu Pingying to repeat our past experiences, let her difficulties end here with me!"

"Brother, this must be what Sister Kexin referred to as that deep empathy and compassion."

Looking at Lin Jie, she comforted him, "Although I've begged others in the past and was heartlessly rejected, we're doing well now. Thinking about those past events now, they're not a big deal anymore."

Lin Miao got up and went to the living room, taking her phone, "Sister Kexin told me that doing good deeds should be done with proper methods. She's just worried that our hearts are too soft, that we can't bear other people's pleas, and in the future, we might find ourselves in a dilemma."

"Here's an article, Sister Kexin asked me to show it to you!"

Saying this, she handed her phone to Lin Jie.

Lin Jie took it and saw it was a news report.

The report described an elderly British woman named Olive Cooke, who started selling flowers to raise money for charity at the age of sixteen.

The elderly woman never stopped her good deeds and persisted for more than eighty years, even donating her own pension.

As her fame grew, she received more and more calls and letters from various charities, with over two hundred a month.

Unable to say no, the elderly woman fell into financial difficulties and began having sleepless nights.

At the age of ninety-two, she could no longer bear it and chose to jump off a bridge to end her life.

Before her death, she had confessed, "I've given too much, yet I have nothing more to offer."

Lin Jie put down the phone, and while lamenting for the elderly woman, he said self-deprecatingly, "Sister Kexin really thinks highly of me. I consider myself a good person, but not to such an extent."

"Miaomiao, rest assured, and also tell Sister Kexin for me that I'm not someone who doesn't know the limits. I won't recklessly unleash my kindness."

Lin Miao giggled and said, "Sister Kexin said your greatest act of kindness is using your medical skills to save lives, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."

"These trivial good deeds in daily life, just leave them for us to handle."

Lin Jie half-jokingly said, "Stop saying 'Sister Kexin said, Sister Kexin said.' Tell her tomorrow that if there's anything, she should tell me directly instead of using you as a messenger."

Lin Miao wrinkled her nose and huffed, "Do you think I want to be this messenger? Remembering everything Sister Kexin said isn't easy, you know?"

After saying all this, Lin Miao felt she had accomplished a major task, her mood relaxed significantly, and she even ate half a bowl of rice more than usual at dinner.

After dinner, once the dining room and kitchen were tidied up, under Lin Jie's guidance, Lin Miao started practicing with some common office software.

Lin Miao was quite quick at learning things; many pieces of knowledge Lin Jie only needed to teach once, and she could remember them.

However, she was still using the hunt-and-peck method to type, which was exceptionally slow. This would only improve with more practice over time.

At half-past eight in the evening, Lin Jie received a call from an unfamiliar number.

As soon as the call connected, a slightly old voice came through, "Dr. Lin, good evening, it's Fu Zhenhua!"

Lin Jie was momentarily stunned, immediately realizing who it was, and quickly said, "Old Mr. Fu, good evening to you too! I never expected to receive a call from you personally."

The light laughter of Old Mr. Fu came over the phone, and he teasingly said, "Though I've gotten on in years, making phone calls is still something I can do personally."

"Dr. Lin, thank you!"

"My little grandson has been diagnosed. The doctor said there's a small tumor affecting the recurrent laryngeal nerve, causing issues with the nerve that controls his left vocal cord, which made him unable to speak."

"The small tumor is just a benign myoma, and a minor surgery will take care of it."

"However, the pediatric expert also said that because of this, the child's inability to speak for a long time will significantly affect his psychological and intellectual development."

"So this time, I felt it was necessary to personally call and thank you."

Lin Jie humbly said, "Old Mr. Fu, you're too kind. Even without me, the child's parents would have eventually noticed something was wrong."

Old Mr. Fu made a disgruntled sound and said, "Those simpletons love the child so much, yet it's already been a month, and they still hadn't noticed anything wrong. It's truly infuriating."

After complaining about Fu Hechang and his wife, Old Mr. Fu continued, "The reason for this call is that I have a matter I'd like to consult with you."

"Please go ahead," Lin Jie said politely.

"I heard that you, along with Professor Chen from Binhai University and Vice Director Tao from Donghua Hospital, plan to collaborate on a medical research project. If successful, this project could effectively treat symptoms caused by nerve damage such as limb numbness and paralysis?"

Lin Jie didn't expect Old Mr. Fu to have such flexible information sources and find out so quickly.

He pondered for a moment and said, "The project involves reconstructing the neural control system as part of the plastic surgery repair for a participant's damaged left face."

"If this experiment is successful, it could indeed be used to treat symptoms like limb numbness and paralysis caused by nerve damage!"

Old Mr. Fu asked softly, "Dr. Lin, I have a patient here like that, could they apply to become a participant in your research project?"

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