After listening to Hera's narration, the old scholar began to summarize.

Hera lay on the bed, her pale face beginning to turn rosy at some point.

"Isn't it? I used to be in the mountains, I didn't know this, but now it's different, and I'm no longer the Hera who only knows how to fight except hunting. He probably didn't even notice the change in me. After entering Anyang City, I learned a lot. ”

The old scholar bowed his head and said: "So, when you found out in private that there was no hope of connecting the broken arms, you thought of death, thinking that you were the most unfortunate person in the next place, right?"

Hera snorted, and when she lost the greatest reliance she thought she could please Ye Hao, she felt that life had lost any meaning.

"What a silly boy. ”

The old scholar shook his head and sighed: "The idea that just breaking an arm will make you lose the confidence to live, this idea is too naïve." Can you get up now? If you can go, I'll take you to meet a few people, and if you meet them, maybe you'll know how lucky you are, and how happy it is to be alive. ”

Opening the back door and walking onto the gravel road, without alerting the Long family guards in the front yard, the old scholar took Hera for a while and came to a courtyard that was also surrounded by a bamboo fence.

There was still a long way to go from the courtyard, and Hera saw signs of a figure shaking in the courtyard.

It was a group of children who looked like they were only five or six years old, and when they got closer, they could hear their cheerful laughter and the sound of reading books.

Hera likes children, and her biggest dream is to have a group of lively and lovely children with Ye Hao, so that her dead father can see them live happily in the kingdom of God.

Hearing the voice, Hera laughed, and unconsciously quickened her steps, completely not thinking about why she had shed so much blood and was able to walk like a normal person just after waking up, without the slightest feeling of weakness.

Even if the brute was physically strong, it would be impossible for him to recover in such a short time.

But when Hera came to the fence yard and saw the children laughing and playing in the courtyard, she was stunned.

"Why, they ......"

Hera couldn't believe her eyes.

She saw that the children who laughed so beautifully were each of them with some degree of disability.

Some lost a leg, some lost an arm, some only had one eye, and the worst was a girl in a wheelchair, her arms and legs were cut off by some sharp weapon, and the people who watched were shocked, but she smiled brightest and laughed the most moving.

Hera's heart was twitching, dripping blood.

Those who did not see this scene with their own eyes will never be able to understand the painful feelings in Hera's heart at this time.

"Why are they all disabled?"

Hera's body stiffened, and her hands on the fence door were shaking.

"It's all a good bunch of kids. ”

The old scholar came from behind, and when he heard the sound, all the children who were playing gathered around the door of the fence, some limping, some jumping on one leg, and the girl in a wheelchair was pushed over, and everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

"Teacher, teacher, teacher......"

The old scholar greeted each child with a smile, and said that the teacher had a guest and asked them to play by themselves, and these children all politely called Hera sister, and returned to the courtyard and played happily.

"Want to hear their story?"

The old scholar pushed open the fence door, found a bamboo chair and sat down.

Hera nodded.

"These children are fatherless and motherless orphans, some of them were disabled and thrown into the street by their cruel parents, and some of them were mutilated by their parents shortly after they were born. ”

Pointing to a boy with only one left leg and half of his face full of hideous scars, the old scholar said: "His name is Flower Face, he was abandoned by his parents just after the full moon, and I picked him up in a dark and damp garbage heap." There were two hungry wild dogs tearing at his body, and if I had been a step too late, he would have been hopeless...... Later, he survived, but he lost a leg, his face was bitten and he was now clothed, you can't see it, and if you take it off, you will find that he has the same scars all over his body as on his face. ”

He pointed to the tallest boy who was smirking at the smirks of the two arms that had been cut off by Qi Gen not far away, and was looking at the children who were smiling.

"His name is Dasha, he is a mentally retarded man, when he was three years old, there were several cultivators who duel in front of his house, he opened the door and ran out, and was cut off by the sword qi two arms, his parents are ordinary people who can't practice, and they were in a hurry to reason with people, and they were killed. ”

......

The old scholar cherished the past of the more than 20 disabled children in the hospital, and told Hera about their experiences one by one, but at some point, Hera had burst into tears, but those children were still carefree and happy.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

The girl who was lying in a wheelchair, losing her hands and feet, was pushed by the child called Dasha with her chest.

Hera wiped her tears, not knowing what to do.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

The girl saw Hera's severed arm.

Hera shook her head vigorously and choked up, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Well, my sister is so strong! Teacher, only strong children will be happy and liked. The girl smiled happily, she was seven or eight years old, she was not good-looking, but it was the most beautiful smiling face Hera had ever seen in her life.

"Sister, you're so beautiful. ”

The girl said with a look of envy.

"Pretty, is my sister really pretty?"

Hera touched the hideous scar on her face, if someone else did this, she must have felt that she was mocking herself, but seeing the girl's serious face and the stump arm and broken leg that showed half of the stubble, there was a trace of confidence in her heart that she had never had since she was injured.

"Of course, my sister is the most beautiful beauty I have ever seen, and if only Alain could be as beautiful as her sister when she grows up, then I will put on the most beautiful wedding dress and marry my favorite big brother." ”

The girl looked up at Dasha behind her, and Dasha smirked, not understanding what Alan was at all.

Hera felt the urge to cry again, she stretched out her hand and touched Alain's face: "Yes, Alain will definitely be more beautiful than her sister when she grows up." ”

"It's a pity that Alain doesn't grow up. ”

"Why?"

"Teacher, Alain has three months to live at most. ”

Hera was stunned and turned her head to look at the old scholar, "Really?"

The old scholar nodded and looked at Alan lovingly: "It's true, she has had a strange disease since she was born, and it is not easy to live until now, I can help her live for another three months at most." ”

"Isn't there a cure?