On New Year's Eve at noon, after finishing the cleaning, I spent a while on my phone and saw that a classmate in our university group had posted a Shuidichou fundraiser. Her father had been diagnosed with a tumor. I immediately felt some sympathy. It was New Year's Eve, a time to welcome the Spring Festival; my family and I were gathered together, while her family was facing endless suffering.

I opened the image and looked at the medical bill. One of the pages showed a total cost of 240,000 yuan. For a family that was not particularly well-off, this might become an insurmountable obstacle. I wanted to do what little I could to help them, but it would only be a drop in the bucket.

It was not until I noticed a line below stating that 180,000 yuan had been paid by the medical insurance fund that I instantly felt relieved. Socialism was tangibly manifested at that moment.

I used to often complain about the unfairness of the pension insurance system. The delayed retirement age and opaque distribution system made me disappointed in the current system, but medical insurance has always reassured me. When someone's life needs saving, it really does step in.

I suddenly felt that paying more for medical insurance had meaning after all. Whatever—I don't mind paying a little more, as long as it can help those who truly need it.