The beggar was young, less than thirty years old, and he was in the prime of life.
Unexpectedly, I would be reduced to begging.
The waiter said: "I have seen people like you a lot. You are lazy and lazy. Although you have good limbs, you are unwilling to work. You go around begging. Isn't it a shame?"
"Sir, this is not what you think. I am not that kind of person. I also had a job before."
"But the child is sick and hospitalized. The mother is too busy to take care of the child by herself. She also has a cold and fever, so I have to take care of her."
"I came out to beg during this break. I'm really not a lazy person." The beggar said again.
No matter what the other party says, the waiter is merciless. If there are beggars outside the most high-end Western restaurant in Nanyang City, it will really affect the image.
The beggar had no choice but to shake his head and prepare to leave.
Song Tiantian tugged on the corner of Ning Feiyang's clothes, her eyes were full of sympathy, and she said, "Feiyang, this man is so pitiful. From the look on his face, he doesn't seem to be lying."
"Would a liar have the word "lie" engraved on his head?" Ning Feiyang asked.
"But... I don't think so." Song Tiantian refused to listen to Ning Feiyang and took out two hundred yuan.
Ning Feiyang is not short of money, but there are too many such frauds in society.
Some beggars live in large, spacious and bright houses, drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes, and go to work in places with a lot of traffic every day.
What they call going to work is just begging!
On weekends, they would put on clean clothes, go shopping with their wives and children, go to various high-end restaurants and places, meet colleagues, and even give out one or two yuan to hear others say thank you.
There are really too many people like this.
Taking advantage of other people's sympathy and making a lot of money is disgusting.
"But, I just heard him say that the child is sick and living in the hospital, which makes me feel bad." Song Tiantian ignored Ning Feiyang's objection and continued to step forward.
Before Ning Feiyang could follow him, Song Tiantian had already given the money to him.
"Thank you, you are a good person, a good person." The beggar nodded and said.
Ning Feiyang didn't observe carefully just now. He took a closer look and found that this man's eyes were full of sincerity.
Could it be that I really made a mistake?
"On behalf of my children, I would like to thank you both. You will live a safe and happy life." The beggar said again.
"Feiyang, can you help him?" Song Tiantian learned the news that she was pregnant. Now that she heard the word "child", her sympathy burst out.
"What's going on with your child?" Ning Feiyang asked.
The beggar sighed and said: "Originally, the problem was not serious, it was just an ordinary hernia. The operation was performed in a small county down there, but the doctor was not good enough and it became inflamed."
"Later we went to the city. During the Chinese New Year, the experts were not scheduled, and ordinary doctors received us, and their skills were not up to standard. The more treatment we got, the more severe the disease became. In the end, we had to go to the provincial capital."
"But it took a long time. There are experts here, but they can't cure it in a short while. All the family's savings have been spent."
"By the way, give me your phone number or leave me an account number. When I make money later, I will definitely return it to you."
The eyes are full of sincerity.
"Take us to the hospital and I'll take a look in person." Ning Feiyang said.
"You..." The beggar didn't know what he meant.
Song Tiantian smiled and explained: "You may not think of him as young, but his medical skills are very good. When he gets to the hospital, I won't say he can cure your son."
"Really? That's great." The beggar said excitedly.
He is now at the end of his rope. He has to spend about 3,000 yuan a day for treatment in the intensive care unit, and his family's fortune has been wiped out.
No matter what, let Ning Feiyang give it a try, otherwise he will definitely regret it later.
The three of them arrived at the hospital quickly.
We also communicated for a while on the road. Through chatting, Ning Feiyang learned the information about the beggar. He was only 26 years old. His name was Zhang Zhixiao. He was from a rural area. He got married relatively young and his children were four years old.
The family of three was originally quite happy, but who knew that a disaster from heaven would make them miserable.
Entrance to the intensive care unit.
Just as Zhang Zhixiao came over, an older man said: "Zhang Zhixiao, are you back?"
"Yes, I want to find a doctor." Zhang Zhixiao said, "Has the doctor made rounds?"
"Don't wait any longer. Your family's medical bills haven't been paid yet. They have already been released from the intensive care unit and transferred to the general ward." The big brother said.
What?
For Zhang Jixiao, this was like a bolt from the blue.
My son's condition is serious, and even if he stays in the intensive care unit, he may not be able to be cured.
It would be better now to transfer to a general ward. Isn't this the rhythm of giving up treatment?
He clenched his fist and hit the railing hard, leaving several knuckle marks on the railing.
Angry, sad and angry!
But there is nothing you can do.
Without money, who is willing to treat you?
Ning Feiyang patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will help you. If you want your son to get well soon and relieve some pain, take me there quickly."
Ordinary ward.
The mother of the child was crying. When she saw her husband coming back, she rushed towards him.
"Husband, they don't want to receive treatment anymore. We have no money. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuah..." The child's mother cried heartbreakingly.
The boy on the hospital bed is already four years old, but due to malnutrition due to the treatment in the past few months, he looks much thinner than other children of the same age.
When Song Tiantian saw this, she was also moved and burst into tears.
Ning Feiyang gave Song Tiantian a comforting look, walked forward and started to check.
The child's condition is indeed serious, with wound infection, increased inflammation, and other pathological changes.
Pneumonia, bronchitis, alveoli, and even fluid accumulation.
There are all kinds of viruses in the hospital, and it is inevitable if you stay there for a long time.
The child is still young, so it is more difficult to treat.
It is very difficult for ordinary doctors, or even experts, to treat children's conditions.
But for Ning Feiyang, it was a piece of cake.
Determine the treatment plan, take out the silver needle, and prepare for treatment.
"Husband, he...he is..." The child's mother was scared to death when she saw the silver needle.
"Honey, he is also a doctor, and his medical skills are pretty good." Zhang Zhixiao didn't have much confidence when he spoke, but now he could only let Ning Feiyang give it a try, "He is the son of an old friend of mine, don't worry."
The child's mother felt a little relieved.
It has to be treated.
"Kid, are you afraid if I am going to treat you now?" Ning Feiyang asked.
"Don't be afraid." The child is very brave.
Ning Feiyang nodded and said: "Well, you are very brave. Only by being brave can you recover faster, overcome the disease earlier, and be discharged from the hospital to play with other children." (To be continued)