"Do you think I'm a hero, so I should receive such luxurious treatment?" Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan. "In all of human civilization, how many resources can afford such extravagant waste?"
"I understand your heart, and I'm even more gratified, but your approach is not quite appropriate."
"My medical expenses are fully covered, aside from a one-time subsidy of 400,000; there are also monthly disability assistance and free healthcare, with an expected lifespan up to 70 years... I am already very satisfied; the state has done enough for me."
"Just like I told you last time, I never regret my choices." Li Changzhou's voice softened, no longer as harsh as before.
Li Changzhou understood in his heart that what Li Yuan was doing stemmed from filial piety, for himself.
"Uncle, you are right."
"But, if you hadn't been cut in line during the rescue of Base Three, you would have been able to return earlier." Li Yuan finally couldn't hold back: "It may not have led to that kind of situation later on, where you almost died."
"Xiao Yuan, do you really think so?" Li Changzhou sighed lightly.
He could see through the light curtain into Li Yuan's heart.
Li Yuan met his uncle's gaze.