"Don't run around again next time. If you run away again, I won't buy you clothes or toys..." Lin Xuelan grabbed her son in her hands and scolded her, but Zhuang Buzhou said in a childish voice: "
Mom, this little brother is so pitiful!"
Zhuang Mengdie looked seriously at the young man who was being watched by everyone. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was dressed in tattered clothes like a beggar. There was a girl lying next to him. The girl's face was pale and she was trembling constantly. [ ]
The boy kept kowtowing hard. The blood on his forehead was so bright. He was crying: "Please doctor, please save my sister. Dear brothers and sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents, please save my sister."
Well, as long as you save my sister, my life is yours. I can do whatever you want. I will work as a cow or a horse in my next life to repay you. Please save my sister..."
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The young man kowtowed, one after another, as if he was knocking on Zhuang Mengdie's heart, because she had also experienced this scene. Zhuang Mengdie glanced at her younger brother. In that tragic memory, she also had a high fever.
My younger brother went to the hospital gate to beg for help, but no one paid attention to him. Finally, a kind-hearted old Chinese medicine doctor gave his younger brother a few injections and prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine, and then his illness was cured.
Just as she was about to ask her mother to give the brother and sister some money, Zhuang Mengdie's eyes suddenly became sharp because she heard what the young man said: "As long as you save my sister, I can do anything you want!"
"Anything can be done?" Zhuang Mengdie chewed on this sentence and had some concerns in his heart. The onlookers looked at this scene and kept talking, but the words were not sympathy, but suspicion and contempt.
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"Nowadays, liars, beggars and the like will do anything for a little money. Who knows whether your sister is really sick or just pretending to be sick!"
"It's just that in today's society, those with hands and feet don't make money properly, so they just use these tricks to get money."
"Humph, even if his sister is really sick, it has nothing to do with me. I still want money!"
These comments were each more indifferent and ruthless. Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were full of anger, and the young man's eyes were also full of resentment. He wanted to catch those people and give them a beating, but he looked at his sister and clenched his fists.
Endured it.
"Mom, how much money do you have?" Zhuang Meng asked. Lin Xuelan took out her wallet, looked at it, and said to her daughter: "I have three hundred yuan left to treat you today."
Lin Xuelan said, then put the three hundred yuan in front of the boy, "That's all I have, I'll send it to your sister to check it out first."
"Thank you, auntie, thank you auntie..." The young man kowtowed louder. Lin Xuelan stopped him quickly and asked him to send his sister to the hospital quickly. The young man held the money in his mouth, hugged his sister and rushed to the hospital, turning around.
He turned around and glanced at Lin Xuelan again, as if to remember it on her face.
Lin Xuelan sighed slightly, "Let's go home first."
Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were still staring at the young man, thinking: "How can three hundred yuan be enough in this hospital? Maybe he will be his first subordinate!"