The baby's forehead was hot, his face was unnaturally flushed, and he cried in pain, struggling and writhing.

The little hands came out of the swaddling clothes again, like two chili peppers waving.

It was red from the cold just now, and now it is burned.

The baby's body temperature is constantly rising, and it seems that the air around it is warmer a little.

The old beggar was swaddling in his arms, anxious.

Is it a wind chill?, he thought.

What kind of disease is it, it's almost hotter than coals.

It's all those brutes! Cruel to leave a child alone in such a cold night, bastard!

He hugged the child tighter, rushed out, came to the door of a nearby house, and patted it desperately.

"Is there anyone!

"Is there anyone!

"This kid is dying!"

"Help!"

He shouted with all his might.

......

The man woke up when he heard the movement, lit the lamp and looked out, and said in a daze, "Is there anything outside?"

The woman who was woken up blew out the light and said impatiently: "You heard it wrong again, come back to bed, don't you get up early tomorrow?"

The man scratched his head and said, "It seems to be some voice." ”

The woman said, "I'm going to kill you, how can there be any sound and nonsense at night." ”

The man couldn't resist her, so he had to go back to sleep, but he was always a little uneasy, in case who was in a hurry?

He got up again to open the door, and the woman leaned sideways and grabbed the futon.

He leaned out and looked left and right, and the street was empty.

Did you hear it wrong?

......

The old beggar saw that no one had opened the door for a long time, and thought that he could not delay, so he went to the nearest hospital as fast as possible.

At dawn he looked very carefully, so he was very tired, so he probably knew where and where there was something in the city.

He was secretly glad.

The moon is round and big tonight, so you can't see the road clearly.

The biting cold wind urged him to step up.

It's as if everything is natural.

He banged on the door and shouted.

......

The nearest clinic is only two blocks away, and it is the best clinic in the city.

At night, only the old doctor lived.

The old doctor has been alone for decades and is the best doctor in the city.

I woke up in pain from my dream.

His pupils shrank, his chest rose and fell, his breathing was fast and unsteady, and his panic refused to fade, he must have dreamed of something terrible.

The old doctor is most afraid that he will not be able to heal.

After he calmed down, he noticed that there seemed to be movement outside, and recalled the dream that he wanted to open the door to see.

As he passed a table, he accidentally hit the corner of the table and fell, knocking his head and fainting.

The blood is flowing out slowly, and I'm afraid it's not going to be good for life.

It's just that he didn't light the lamp.

......

"Bastard, isn't he talking about an old miracle doctor? Isn't it about rejuvenation? Isn't it about saving the world? Isn't it saying that he will respond to his needs? What about people? What about this bastard? I don't believe he's not awake! He just doesn't want to save people! He's just a bastard! Quack doctor! I'll fuck ......him."

The old beggar kicked hard at the door, leaving a shoe print, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and left with a swear word.

Behind him, on the roof of the medical hall, along the night, a person appeared, unable to see clearly.

The man watched him go away and jumped down and snorted at the shoe prints on the door.

"It's just a mortal, and he has the heart of a saint. He raised his head slightly, his eyes were empty, as if he was looking at the old doctor who had fallen in the house, "It's a pity to die." ”

......

The old beggar dragged his body through the streets, muttering something like an old ghost.

He's really tired right now.

The baby's symptoms did not improve in the slightest, but became more severe.

The body temperature rose to unimaginable heights, and the swaddling clothes were heated by such heat, and there was faint heat coming out, and the arms and chest of the old beggar were burned through the clothes.

On such a night, the old beggar had not felt the cold for a long time.

It's his heart that will be cold.

After leaving the infirmary, he thought about going to the pharmacy, and thought to himself that he would simply make the movement bigger, so he picked up a wooden stick, stopped every time he walked past the family, and knocked on the door, the shouting in his mouth never stopped, and the sound resounded through the streets.

He didn't believe that no one would open the door in this noisy city.

But that's the cruel truth.

Walking past the pharmacy, no one opened the door.

Walking past the inn, no one opened the door.

Walking through the bank, no one opened the door.

Walking through the yamen, no one opened the door.

After walking through the noisy city for nearly half of the city, no one opened the door, not even the domestic animals and beasts screamed.

When he finally passed the old street, he finally fell to his knees, and at this time he did not forget to gently put down the swaddling clothes, and then lay down again.

The baby was still crying, and the old beggar was crying bitterly.

He really lost his voice.

He had long been hoarse, crying silently, unwilling in his heart.

No one opened the door...... No one opened the door...... Bastard...... Bastard......

......

In the old street, the gentleman slowly opened his eyes and sat up with solemn eyes.

What happened? How did the city become like this? Why is it so dead?

Something was obviously wrong in the noisy city tonight, but no one noticed this, they all slept very hard, they were all in a dream, even if they woke up unexpectedly, they couldn't find anything abnormal, they only thought it was an illusion, and then closed their eyes.

This is a means that only ordinary people can do, and there are big people who come to the city.

Sensing the familiar aura, the gentleman suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the east, squinted slightly, and then picked up the paper bag that appeared on the table and walked out into the street.

Judging by the appearance, there may be medicinal herbs inside.

He stood at the corner of the street, with his back to the two figures lying on the ground not far away, one large and one small, his eyes narrowed even tighter, perhaps because he was disgusted that their cries were too loud.

His arms flicked back at will, the medicine bag was still in the air, his feet had already been vacated off the ground, and he easily jumped onto the roof, looking at the people sitting on the eaves.

The medicine bag fell to the ground, and the two disappeared at the same time.

The man stepped on the roof ridge and shuttled over the noisy city at a very fast speed, and ran two or three miles away in just a few breaths.

The gentleman followed, looked at his back, and said, "What do you want me to see?"

"Huh?" the man turned around and said, "So you're looking away, too?"

Turning around doesn't mean that you can see your face clearly, he didn't even show his eyes with a veil, but that sound actually carried a sense of interest and a hint of pride.

With a snap, a piece of green tiles fell to the ground and shattered.

The gentleman stopped as he walked, for the man had completely vanished, as if it had never been there.

The gentleman stood upright at one end of the eaves, staring at the empty east.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on his fluttering white clothes, exuding brilliance.

It's like a dream.