As Ye Weiguo, the only son of a fourth-level fitter at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, his father died rescuing public property in the factory and his mother died soon after. My predecessor used alcohol to cope with the pain of alcoholism. When I took over this body that had just turned eighteen, there was still labor pain in the back of my head. Turning over and sitting up, I saw a picture with black characters on a red background on the wall opposite, and the chimney of the briquette stove sticking out from the window. I lifted up the light-transmitting quilt and walked to the table, where I touched a wrinkled work-related injury compensation sheet. There were three knocks on the door, neither light nor heavy, followed by Yi Zhonghai's captivating voice. I clutched the pension form and didn't move it. From today on, I have to figure out my own life in the hospital. The fire in the coal stove was still on, so I folded the list and stuffed it into my pocket and walked over and opened the door.
