The autumn breeze is bleak, the fallen leaves are scattered with the wind, away from the scorching heat of midsummer, people's thin clothes are gradually thickened, and many people wear woolen sweaters. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in Tianhai Minsheng Street, there is such a father and son, still wearing the thin clothes of summer, shivering from the cold on the streets of Xiaosuo.

The father and son were beggars, the father was unkempt and skinny, and he could no longer see his face clearly, but he could only see that he was a disabled person with only one leg.

The son was about five or six years old, and he looked very strong, but his face was sickly after years of eating and sleeping.

From this contrast, we can see a moving picture, a crippled father, giving all the food he has worked hard to beg for to his son, while he himself is starving.

At this time, the son seemed to be sick, and the father was holding a wooden stick in one hand and holding the child tightly in the other, anxiously shuttling back and forth between the large and small clinics on Minsheng Street.

It's a pity that he has no money, he is dirty, and no one wants to help them, even if there are some well-wishers, they just give them some small money and send them away.

"Please, save my son, please!" When I came to a clinic again, my father knelt in front of the clinic and kept pleading.

"Go, go, stinky beggar, I'm a hospital, not a good hall, don't bother me!" A man with eyes in a white lab coat walked out of the clinic, foaming at the father and son in disgust.

The father seemed to be numb, and a flash of expected disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to carry his son and continued to look for the next clinic.

But what about a crippled beggar with a little beggar on his back, and what clinic is willing to treat them for free?

The father carried his son on his back, and could only continue to walk, and the bumpy figure limped in the pity or indifferent gaze of the world, as if walking on the road of Yellow Springs.

The father was so hungry and hungry that he couldn't walk anymore, so he finally lay down on the lawn by the side of the road, let his son lean on his chest, and he held his son with both hands to keep him warm.

Looking at the son in his arms, who had fallen into a coma, his mouth was intermittently soft, and his father's blood-red eyes were full of tears, as if the tragedy of two years ago was about to repeat itself.

"No, I must save my child, even if I die, my child can't be fine!" There was a touch of determination in his father's eyes, and the strength of family affection made him stand up with difficulty.

However, he was so tired that he had not eaten all day, and even though the fire of hope in his heart was burning, his body was not controlled.

In the end, he could only barely get up, but even then he did not give up on his son, he took his son in his arms, lay on the ground, used his back as a carrier, and moved forward little by little by relying on one of his tight legs.

He moved very slowly, his back rubbed against the hard concrete floor, and his back was already bloody and blurred, but a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his eyes, because there was a big hospital in front of him, Kanghua Hospital.

He moved his body little by little, and it was only a dozen meters away from the lawn where he was lying to the gate of Kanghua Hospital, but he was drawn a thrilling arc by his blood.

There were many people who came and went on the road, but none of them reached out to help the father and son, or there were people with good intentions who wanted to help them, but when they heard the news that they had been blackmailed for helping others, they also hesitated.

Relying on the strong belief in his heart, the father finally put his son at the gate of Kanghua Hospital, and he himself worked hard to move to the flowers behind the road to hide, watching his son lying quietly at the gate of Kanghua Hospital.

"Someone, someone, someone save my child!" He covered his mouth, tears in his eyes, and silently shouted in his heart, staring at his son lying on the road for a moment, begging for someone to come to his rescue in the hospital.

He is just thirty years old this year, he doesn't want to suffer the pain of losing his son before he has recovered from the pain of losing his wife, he is only thirty years old, just in the prime of life, but now he has been tortured into the last years, like an old man in his fifties.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

No one would hear his call, and it was not the doctors who came out of the hospital, but the hospital security guards.

"Hey, kid, don't sleep here, get up, this isn't your place to sleep!" The security guard stepped forward and kicked the child's buttocks, although the security guard did not use heavy force, he still felt that the two feet were like kicks in his heart, rumbling.

Seeing that the child did not respond, the security guard squatted down and tested the child's breathing with his hand, and found that the child was still breathing, but seemed to be in a coma.

The security guard was suddenly anxious, picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to his superiors.

After a while, Vice President Li hurried over with a few security guards.

"Where? See who left it here? Vice President Li asked coldly.

The security guard didn't see who left the child here, and was immediately frightened: "I didn't see anyone, maybe this child walked here by himself, and then fainted at our gate!" ”

Vice President Li walked out and looked at the child, and from the child's thin clothes and dirty face, it could be seen that this must be a street child or a little beggar.

Vice President Li immediately decided: "Call the police and let the police send this child to a welfare home, and don't let him have an accident at the door of our hospital!" ”

If someone dies at the entrance of the hospital, it will affect the reputation of the hospital.

Hearing that Vice President Li and others were going to call the police, the father who was hiding in the dark clenched his fists, his nails were sunk into the flesh, his son was in danger, the first thing people in these hospitals thought of was not to save people, but how to evade responsibility, why are these doctors so cold-blooded, why are they wearing holy white coats, they all deserve to die!

The father's mind seemed to recall the scene two years ago, his wife was lying in the corridor of the hospital, because he had no money to pay for the operation, he could only watch his wife's life pass away little by little, and finally died.

Two years later, he didn't expect to see his son in person again, at the gate of the hospital, in front of the doctors who saved lives, passing his life little by little.

It's really ridiculous, it's not providence, two fresh lives that can be saved, but they are both at the gate of the hospital, in front of the doctors, step by step towards death.

He hated it so much, he was full of unwillingness, his ancestors taught others for generations, and at the beginning, he had a good nature, but why did the people he met so cold-blooded and ruthless, watching a child's life disappear in front of them, but they could be indifferent!

"Wait!" Just as he closed his eyes in despair, a young voice suddenly sounded anxiously.

He opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had heard the best natural sound in the world, and watched the young man in an old tunic stride over and stop the person who was about to call the police.

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