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Hugh remained silent. The elderly man's emotions spiraled out of control, "Do you know? To get treatment, my family sold our house. We didn’t even have money for my mother’s burial, and her ashes were just scattered." "My wife worked overtime to earn money for my medicine and died from overwork." Showing his calloused, dark hands, he continued, "I pick up trash every day. The money I make in a month goes to your medical fees. I barely have a hundred yuan left for food, barely surviving, and you are profiting from blood money…"