"Xing Shiming, the village doctor of Wangxing Village. Pen & Fun & Ge www.biquge.info admitted to the class of 1966 of Shandong University in clinical medicine, but did not get a doctor's license for unknown reasons. During my investigation, Xing Shiming had concealed the medical records of the villagers in Wangxing Village from others and misjudged the epidemic situation in Wangxing Village. Therefore, it is possible that he directly or indirectly caused the delay in the intervention of the CDC, causing the spread of the epidemic.

After being reminded by Chen Zhongzhong, the village head, and Cen Xiao, an astrophysicist stationed at the Wangxing Village Observatory, he collected the medical records of the villagers and sent the materials to the Municipal Center for Disease Control and Prevention. But in the process, he concealed the fact that he was sick and continued to work while sick.

The date of death is unknown. Cause of death: Killed by a train while trying to exit the village along the tracks. ”

is such a paragraph, summing up all the things about Dr. Xing. Sometimes I feel this powerlessness when I write a report, as if all the experiences, joys and sorrows, inner struggles and fallacies of these people have been coldly written into a brief of less than 250 words. No one cares what his starting point is, but simply wants to know if it is his fault and how much responsibility he should pay.

But on second thought, for those innocent villagers who died, who would forgive him for his reasons?

Only I know in my heart that this person is definitely more than just a few lines I have written. He is an outcast of his time, he has an obsession, and he wants to do his best for this obsession. But without that "magic hand", the doctor who is only left with "benevolence" is just a quack doctor after all, no matter how kind his intentions are.

Sometimes, it's not really our effort to become good. This is probably one of the cruelest truths of human society.

I paused for a moment on the hill overlooking the wreckage of the train to calm down my heavy heart, and then continued my journey to explore the village.

The small mountain village was restored to its original state, as if Dr. Xing's desolate wail had never tainted its tranquility. At this time, the sun is high, and the sunlight penetrates the crisp air of early winter, as if it were passing through pure crystal, refracting the blue light.

Have you ever seen the sunrise?

I watched the sunrise on the edge of the Great Rift Valley, and I went with a small team of MSF to a small village next door to train local doctors on proper precautions.

It was early spring, and it was still very cold at night. Because there was no light, we were almost blind, and we were surrounded by craggy rocks and mountain paths, and you didn't know if you would step on the stones next or go straight into the void. Our lighting fixture was unfortunately damaged and we plan to buy it again in the next town.

For safety reasons, the whole group stopped moving, just quietly waiting for the sunrise to arrive.

It was a strange feeling, like coming out of the depths of the ocean. The sky gradually brightened, and the night turned a light, cold gray-blue.

Until the sun completely jumps out of the horizon and the warm sun shines on you. I feel like I died in the night, and then I rose again at dawn.

That's how I feel right now, I feel like I've been through a devastation. And now, time is like pressing the replay button, and Wangxing Village has recovered from its death again.

I heard footsteps coming from afar, and when I looked over, I saw a tall light staggering in my direction. I'm familiar with that figure, a little bit of an out-of-the-box, and it's not serious at all when it walks.

Bai Fenjin, I just witnessed the moment of his death, but at this moment he appeared in front of me as if nothing had happened.

He still carried two large bags of things in his hand. You can see that he is a very strong man, and the two bags of things do not look light, and the handles are taut.

A light came over from the side and greeted him: "Big Brother Bai! Yo, how do you buy so many vegetables? ”

"Buy... I bought it for the fawn, and the fawn came back. Bai Fenjin spoke a little slurred.

"Oops, the fawn is back."

"yes." He was obviously pleased, and he laughed twice, "Do it for her... Braised duck... Mom told me to buy ducks. ”

"Huh, huh." The man obviously didn't intend to talk to him any longer, so he responded perfunctorily and left. Leaving only Bai Endeavour, who was still unsatisfied, he stood there for a while, looking left and right. Probably not waiting for anyone to share his joy with, he continued down the main path.

After walking for about five minutes, he finally found someone who was willing to listen to him—the village elder Chen. Lao Chen was talking to a person next to him, probably this winter's crop arrangement or something.

I saw Bai Fenjin carrying two big bags, staggering off the road and walking towards them, and shouted from afar: "Village Chief-Uncle Chen-Uncle-"

Lao Chen turned his head and saw that it was him, and immediately greeted him in a soft voice: "Endeavour, what's wrong?" So happy? ”

"Little and Little Deer are back." He walked over, still carrying two bags in his hands.

"Yo, are you back already?" There was a hint of surprise in Lao Chen's voice, "I thought she wouldn't arrive until the day after tomorrow?" ”

"Huh?" Bai Fenjin seemed to be stumped all of a sudden. He tilted his head in contemplation for a moment, then stammered, "Today, today's train." ”

The middle-aged woman who was talking to Lao Chen next to her spoke, "Boss Bai, you are stupid, she is in Hefei, how can you arrive so quickly by train?" ”

As soon as Bai Jinjin heard this, he was a little anxious, "I, I'm not stupid..."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." Lao Chen hurriedly comforted him, "Aunt Yan didn't say you were stupid. This, little deer, can't be there today. She had to take the train first, and then she had to take the bus back from the city, and she would have to arrive tomorrow anyway. ”

Bai Fenjin looked at the sky obliquely, pondered for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Today, today, no, not coming back?" ”

"Yes." Lao Chen nodded, "What did your mother say?" ”

"Mom said, buy ducks, burn them, burn them for the deer." Bai Fenjin was busy trying to open the bag in his hand and show them.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lao Chen gently pressed his hand. At this time, the woman also seemed to be bored, and said "talk back" to Lao Chen and left.

"Think about it again, when did my mother say my sister will come back?" Old Chen asked him seductively.

Bai Endeavour's light was silent again, and he should be trying to think. After a while, he suddenly said, "Today's train... Tomorrow will be tomorrow. ”

"Hey, that's right." Lao Chen patted him on the shoulder, "Then you go back first and pick up my sister tomorrow." ”

"Pick up my sister tomorrow!" He shouted happily.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen, goodbye, Uncle Chen!" He said again, and then staggered home as before.