After Li Weihua discussed it with Wang Dazhen, she hurried over to find Li Ye and said with an awkward smile, "Director Li, my husband says it really isn't appropriate to disturb his parents over the New Year. They're both elderly, and if the fright gives them some sort of mishap, that would be terrible."
Li Ye looked at Li Weihua and asked flatly, "Wang Dazhen won't be leaving the hospital anytime soon in this condition. If you don't notify his family, who will stay with him and take care of him?"
"Shouldn't the factory arrange for people to stay with him?"
Li Weihua froze for a moment, then said in surprise, "Whenever someone in the unit got hurt before, the workshop or the Labor Union always sent people to take care of them! We don't need many—just send two people over to take turns looking after him."
"..."
Li Ye was equally surprised. He could not help saying, "Those were work injuries. Wang Dazhen mutilated himself. Over the New Year, you expect someone else to wipe his ass and urine for you?"
"Factory Director Li, we're all factory employees anyway. We're not deliberately taking advantage of the public coffers."
Li Weihua's expression turned very ugly. Li Ye's attitude had clearly caught her off guard.
In her experience, whenever something like this happened at the factory, the leadership would always rack their brains to placate the workers and settle the disturbance as quickly as possible.
The factory had plenty of people anyway. What was wrong with sending two people to the hospital? It was not coming out of Li Ye's salary.
But while others liked to use public manpower to play the good guy, Li Ye could not stand Li Weihua's attitude.
Li Ye said directly, "This is not up