663 Accident, a bowl of hot porridge my life is yours
"Master..."
Sun Sixing's eyes were red, shining with the light of benevolence. Feng Qingchen vaguely saw a sacred halo from him, and there was a faint halo that enveloped Sun Sixing.
Sure enough, she was a born healer with a benevolence that ordinary people didn't have. Sun Sixing was much more pure than her. But how could such a pure person survive?
I have a headache!
She was once so pure, but unfortunately reality shattered her purity.
Sigh... Feng Qingchen sighed and patted Sun Sixing on the shoulder: "Don't be sad, they are very lucky to meet people who are willing to give porridge. Think about those people who are dying of starvation, you will find... In this world
There is no worst, only worse, so put away your tears, because tears are of no use at this time."
There was no one to protect her purity, so she tried her best to protect Sun Sixing's purity and let more people like his purity, until... the day she couldn't protect Sun Sixing, and when that day came, Sun Sixing would either be like her.
Grow or perish.
Sun Sixing didn't know what Feng Qingchen was thinking. Hearing what Feng Qingchen said, he nodded repeatedly. His black eyes were as clean as transparent crystals, which could reflect the dirtiest things in the world. For a moment, Feng Qingchen
In his eyes, he saw himself with a dark heart.
Sun Sixing grabbed Feng Qingchen with his backhand and walked in eagerly: "Master, let's go to the free clinic. There should be many patients there. In such a cold weather, they... won't be able to last long. If we go there early, we can save more people.
Several people.”
Sun Sixing's fighting spirit was high and he was not affected at all.
"Okay." Feng Qingchen quickly recovered from his dazed mind and followed Sun Sixing.
A charity act of giving porridge pushed Uncle Nine Emperors out, so during this free clinic, she tried her best to push Sun Sixing out, so that...even without her, Sun Sixing could have an extra layer of protection.
Feng Qingchen was planning like this. As for Sun Sixing's opinion? If the little idiot knew that she had a purpose for free clinic, he would probably hate her, so it's better not to say anything.
Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is indeed cruel. Feng Qingchen and his party were interrupted by a burst of noise before they took two steps.
It turns out that something happened at the soup kitchen.
A tall man rushed out from nowhere and disrupted the team receiving porridge. The victims were startled and were about to break into chaos...
The people sent by the Su family to serve porridge responded very quickly and hurriedly came out to calm the crowd and let everyone continue to line up to receive the porridge. As promised, they had prepared enough food to ensure that everyone could have a bowl of hot porridge.
After the people were appeased, the porridge man was about to question the bumping man, but he heard a thud. The man was kneeling in front of the porridge stall, and he was carrying an old man on his back.
"Give me a bowl of hot porridge, and my life will be yours." An old man and a young man, both of them were only wearing thin middle coats, and their exposed skin was red and purple from the cold.
The person receiving the porridge is even more embarrassed.
The person giving porridge glanced at each other, said nothing, and continued to hand out porridge and steamed buns to others: "Come forward, don't delay others from receiving porridge."
"Please, give me a bowl of hot porridge. As long as you give me a bowl of hot porridge, my life is yours. I beg you, I beg you." Seeing this, the man kneeling on the ground kept kowtowing.
, Dong Dong Dong... The sound was like thunder, hitting everyone's hearts, causing great pain.
There is gold at the knees of a man. This is said to the master. For these ordinary people, they will kneel down without hesitation for a bowl of hot porridge or a steamed bun.
Gold is not as valuable as life. Besides, it is understandable to sacrifice your own life for that ridiculous pride. But if you sacrifice the lives of your family because of that ridiculous pride, it is really not worthwhile...
"Please, give me a bowl of hot porridge, save my father, please, please." Seeing that no one gave him hot porridge, the big man kept kowtowing, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, so he gave
The porridge man was unmoved.
"Master." Sun Sixing pulled the hem of Feng Qingchen's clothes and wanted to ask Feng Qingchen to come forward. Feng Qingchen shook his head and did not agree.
She still doesn't know whether this scene is real or not arranged by Su Wenqing in advance. After all, it has to be publicized. No matter how nice it is, it won't have the impact of something shocking that actually happened.
"Master, why don't you give this man a bowl of porridge first?"
"Yes, yes, it's so pitiful. The old man on his back breathes out more and takes in less air."
"If we don't drink something hot, this man can bear it, but the old man can't."
Feng Qingchen has always felt that the people of China are really cute and kind. Although they are easily deceived by others, their hearts are kind. When they see others who are worse off than themselves, they can't help but feel sympathy. But...
…
Such sympathy is undesirable.
Everyone should abide by the rules of the game. This man was impatient, rushed around, and disrupted the soup-giving team. One or two people are fine, but everyone is like him, breaking the rules just because he is pitiful. Then this
Can I still continue to receive the porridge in order?
Of the people who receive porridge and steamed buns here, no one is pitiful, no one has been hungry for several days, and no one is miserable.
Sure enough, a man who looked like a steward came out and said, "Our master has no intention of helping everyone by giving porridge. He just hopes that everyone can survive the snowstorm safely. This strong man rushed to the porridge shop with his father in his arms. He wanted to receive the porridge, right?"
No, but he must line up like everyone else to get it, otherwise everyone will run rampant like this strong man, and then we won’t be able to set up this porridge stall."
"My dad, my dad, please save my dad. As long as you save my dad, my life is yours." The big man kept begging as if he was drowning, grabbing onto the driftwood.
The tears of a beautiful woman are so pitiful and heartbreaking, but only those who have seen them will understand that what really makes people feel heartbroken is the tears of a tough man. What flows out is not tears, but blood...
At this moment, this man gave people the impact of a bloody hero.
"Master." Sun Sixing tugged on Feng Qingchen's sleeve again, asking Feng Qingchen to step forward to help. Feng Qingchen sighed.
Well, having such a kind disciple is a blessing. Feng Qingchen looked down on the atmosphere and whispered a few words in Sun Sixing's ear. Sun Sixing was confused at first, then nodded, and with Feng Qingchen's encouragement, he took the medicine
Xiang walked towards the soup kitchen.
Sun Sixing said a few words in front of the porridge steward. After hearing this, the steward nodded repeatedly with respect in his expression. After Sun Sixing finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands erect, looking indifferent and showing extraordinary kindness.
Education.
The steward who was giving porridge came forward and said to the man kneeling on the ground: "My master is here to give porridge without asking for anything in return. Don't talk about a bowl of porridge. Your life is our word. If my master wants your life, just do it."
I won’t come here to give porridge anymore. My master just wants the people in the world to be fed and clothed. As long as the people are good, my master will be happy.
Your father's condition is not very good. We sent someone to take him to the free clinic. My master sent a doctor. If any of you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the free clinic for treatment. There is no need to pay for the consultation fee or the patient's life.
, my master said that within his ability, more people will be fed and clothed so that they will not die due to lack of money for medical treatment."
"Okay, good people, good people. We just want to have enough food and clothing and not starve to death. We don't want to freeze to death."
Someone said something, and the whole soup-giving scene seemed to be stirred up. Everyone wept silently and murmured: "We just don't want to starve to death."
"We just don't want to freeze to death."
…
"Everyone, be quiet, everyone be quiet. Don't worry, we can't control those who are far away. But for everyone here, I can guarantee you on behalf of the master that none of you will starve to death. My master is not yet able to help the world."
, but according to his compassionate heart, as long as he sees it, he will definitely help, don’t worry!”
In the last sentence, the tone was so high that everyone present became excited.
"We can rest assured, we can rest assured. With such thick porridge and such big steamed buns, we will not starve to death."
"There are doctors, there are doctors, there are doctors here, we are not afraid."
"Uuuu... Sir, my son fell and injured his leg the year before last. Can he come here for treatment?"
"Sir, my man has been bedridden, can he come and be treated?"
"Sir, my daughter's face is burned. Can you come and treat her?"
Those who had received the porridge and those who had not received the porridge all started asking questions. In such a cold weather and such a harsh environment, no one could guarantee that there were no patients at home.
A medical visit can cost them all their savings for several years, and can make them sell their children. Now that they have such a good opportunity, of course they have to seize it.
"Everyone, please be quiet. If there are patients at home, they can be brought to the free clinic. The doctor our master has invited is the doctor at the Yun Family Pharmacy, and his direct disciple who is still at the head of the Taiyuan Hospital. With them here, you don't have to be afraid."
The words "You don't have to be afraid" warmed the hearts of everyone present: "Master Qingtian, you are really Master Qingtian."
"It's saved, we're saved."
"We are saved."
"Long live my emperor, long live me."
Dong Dong Dong... The people receiving the porridge knelt down one by one and bowed in the direction of the palace, because the people here said that their master was in that direction.
The direction of the palace? Your Majesty?
No... If the emperor is really the emperor, why bother hiding his name? This trick is really clever, making the people of the world think that the person who cares about them is the emperor, but what is the result?
Uncle Nine Emperors, you really never forget Emperor Yin.
The scene of giving soup was very hot. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but feel warm in this atmosphere. Looking at the faces filled with happiness, Feng Qingchen found that there was a tear in the corner of his eye.
As long as it's to help people, it doesn't matter even if it's for a purpose. At least their behavior saved countless lives...
A message to readers: It’s gone tonight, it’s gone in the middle of the night, don’t wait any longer, go to bed early... Several of my classmates are studying medicine, my neighbor across the street is a doctor, and I occasionally go to sit in on a few medical school classes.