Wang Zheng later learned that the place he came to was a health resort, and many serving or retired old leaders would recuperate here every year. It's just that the place of recuperation is separated from the inhabitants of the city.

When Wang Zheng was most desperate, he rummaged through the garbage cans on the streets of the city every day, and competed with the beggars here for food, because Wang Zheng was a newcomer and was often bullied, and sometimes he couldn't eat all day, sleeping in bridges and caves and sleeping in the woods every night.

One evening after three months in the city, Wang Zheng was chased and beaten by the local beggar gang because Wang Zheng did not obey their management and did not want to drag others on the street to ask for money. Wang Zheng felt that he was not a beggar, he had hands and feet, and he was completely able to support himself, but no one gave Wang Zheng this opportunity.

Because Wang Zheng was too young at the time, and another one, Wang Zheng was dirty, who would use such a person of unknown origin. Wang Zheng could only live on the street every day, and slowly, Wang Zheng himself felt that he was about to become a beggar.

This time he was chased and beaten by the local beggar gang, and he was beaten hard, Wang Zheng's head was beaten, his ribs were also broken, and there was a lot of blood on his head, when Wang Zheng fainted and fell to the ground. Let these people kick and punch, Wang Zheng did not react in the slightest, and these people who chased Wang Zheng realized that they were afraid, was this beggar from other places beaten to death?

Everyone dispersed, it was a small park very close to the sea, and the sea breeze was very strong at night, and there were few people. Before Wang Zheng fainted, the last thing in his mind was that I was finally beaten to death. After thinking about this thought, Wang Zheng had a smile on his face and fainted.

Finally, I don't have to endure the pain anymore, this kind of life is worse than death, the wounds on my body hurt, and my heart hurts even more, and it's finally over. Mom, Dad, the son of the next life is repaying you for your nurturing kindness. In the next life, I must be a person who can turn, in the next life, I must not be called Wang Zheng, I want my name to be apostrophe, there is a hook, I don't want to be horizontal and vertical, straight and straight.

The king was lying on the side of the road, motionless, as if he were dead. The blood is still flowing, the pulse is still beating, Wang Zheng always has a smile on his face, he sees his mother, he sees his father, and he sees the table full of delicious food······

If no one comes to save Wang Zheng, Wang Zheng will really die, not starved to death, not beaten to death, but the blood on his body is about to run out.

An old man with white hair and high spirits, accompanied by two guards, slipped here, this is the fate of Wang Zheng and his grandfather, and Wang Zheng's fate should not be broken.

Grandpa would not have walked such a far, but today there are some things that make Grandpa more depressed, so he will go farther. happened to meet Wang Zheng, who was fainting to death on the side of the road, with a slight pulse.

The guards thought that there had been a murder here, and they were about to leave to protect Grandpa. Who is Grandpa? It was the man who came out of the war, scolded the guard, came to Wang Zheng, felt the pulse, probed the breath, the person was still alive, and ordered the guard to be sent to the sanatorium immediately.

In the hospital, Wang Zheng lost too much blood and needed immediate blood transfusion, which is strange to say, the other three types of blood in the hospital are sufficient, but the lack of type O blood is missing. Wang Zheng happens to have type O blood, and the other three types of blood are not matched.

Grandpa is angry, what is this place? Which one of the people here is not a high authority, how can your hospital be short of blood?

The hospital's explanation was that two major surgeries were performed today, and the blood type O was basically used up, and the blood could only be delivered tomorrow. Grandpa immediately made a decision, rolled up his sleeves, and asked the doctor to draw his own blood, the doctor was about to be scared to death, they knew the identity of grandpa, how could they smoke your old man's blood to a person he didn't know, this is absolutely unacceptable.

Grandpa was angry, very angry, pointed at the doctor's nose and scolded: "I have blood transfused to me by the people in my body, and now the people need it, what's the matter?" Can't I give a little blood? Smoke, you don't smoke quickly, be careful I pump your mouth"

Doctors recommend finding a few people with type O blood and don't need your elderly person to donate blood in person.

Unexpectedly, the doctor's suggestion angered the grandfather's stubborn temper, "I don't care, I have to put some blood out today, and the others are other people."

The doctor had no choice but to ruthlessly draw 200 CC of his grandfather's blood. When the grandfather's blood was drawn, the guards had already found a few people with type O blood, and the blood was enough, and the grandfather who was drawn blood had his face pale. After repeated persuasion by the guards, he went home to rest.

When he left, the grandfather also told the doctor to do his best to treat the child, and I will come to see him tomorrow.

Under the full treatment of Wang Zheng in the hospital, his vital signs finally stabilized. With grandpa's orders, how dare the hospital not be careful, and observe Wang Zheng's situation at any time.

When Wang Zheng woke up, the doctor who was staying by Wang Zheng's side breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Am I dead?" These were the first words Wang Zheng said when he woke up.

"My little ancestor, the king of Hades doesn't dare to accept you, how can you die? You're living well." A doctor in a white lab coat next to him said with a smile.

"Where is this?"

"This is a hospital, your little beggar is high enough, and you live in the ward of a ministerial-level leader."

Wang Zheng couldn't understand what the doctor was saying, so he was sure that he should not be dead, "Uncle doctor, who saved me?" ”

"Who saved you? You will be saved tomorrow, and now your task is to drink some porridge and then have a good rest, and do not move, do not pull the wounds".

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Doctor".

A nurse fed Wang Zheng a bowl of porridge, and Wang Zheng drank porridge, but he had never drunk such a sweet porridge, and after eating a bowl, Wang Zheng still wanted to eat it, and the nurse's sister smiled and said, "Do you still want to drink?" That's not going to work, your body is severely malnourished and needs to be recuperated slowly, and you won't be able to stand eating too much."

Wang Zheng didn't understand what it meant, but Wang Zheng knew that the porridge was gone.

The nurse's sister covered Wang Zheng with a quilt and told Wang Zheng to press the button at the head of the bed if he had something, telling Wang Zheng not to get up and move.

Wang Zheng was lying quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the snow-white walls, the snow-white sheets and quilts, everything was so clean and tidy, Wang Zheng still felt that he must be dead, why everything was white, so dazzling, would an angel with a pair of white wings fly in for a while. This must be where the angels live.

In the haze, Wang Zheng fell asleep, this was the most comfortable night since Wang Zheng left home, even though he was scarred.

Tomorrow I must thank the person who saved me, how can I be thankful? I don't seem to have anything but my life.