Chapter 722: Wound Cleaning

Time passed by minute by minute, the wind was biting, and the floor tiles were icy.

Two hours later, the woman holding the child finally crawled all the way on her knees as agreed with Chen Shu.

The crowd that had been accompanying her suddenly shouted in victory and applauded, as if they had won a great victory.

At this time, the media reporters who got the news also gathered together like flies smelling delicious food and rushed to the scene, wanting to interview this silly mother who was said to be kneeling on the street in order to get the money to treat her child under the cruel request of the rich second generation.

The woman who was so tired that she only had one breath left, calmed down and treated it as normal when she saw the reporters she had always thought about.

At the beginning, when she was poor and desperate, she visited these so-called recorders of the times, social observers, and defenders of fairness and justice one by one, hoping to get a little help and make a little cry for help in the media.

In the end, no one responded positively.

The call went through, but in the end she was just told to wait for the notification to go home.

She called many times and met kind people. After the usual indifferent official reply, they tactfully expressed that there are too many people who are incurable due to lack of medical care and it is too common. For the media that value traffic and topics, it is no longer worth reporting.

Tell her not to waste time and energy.

The woman understood these things later.

So, the flash lights and cameras around her did not make her feel favored.

With the help of a kind woman, the woman stood up with the child in her arms, bowed to the crowd standing by, and said a few thank yous.

After a short celebration, people suddenly discovered a very important problem.

"The man ran away!"

"But I hit him with a brick!"

Several young people in charge of surveillance squeezed into the crowd, pointed in the direction of the original hospital entrance, and shouted out of breath.

With a buzz, the crowd exploded!

People suddenly became chaotic and looked around for the man.

"Garbage! The fighter among garbage!"

"Things that will be struck by lightning when they go out! Such a miserable woman and child are deceived!"

"Shameless! A guy who gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

Some people also pointed at the young men in charge of guarding and cursed: "Waste, you can't even keep a close eye on this! One brick? At least ten bricks will make me feel better!"

Some people called the police, some watched the excitement, some cheered, and some broadcast live. The scene was really a mess. All kinds of sounds mixed together, so noisy that it drove people crazy.

"Woo"

"Woo."

"Woo"

The woman sat on the ground with the child in her arms, crying helplessly, tears flowing down like a heavy rain, sobbing and trembling, conveying the pain in her heart.

She was not sad about the 20,000 yuan promised by the man, she was just heartbroken about the few hopes of recovery that were fading away and the young and seriously ill daughter in her arms.

Slowly, the surrounding noise became lighter and lighter, and people all showed deep sympathy.

Some people shed tears silently, while others looked at the miserable mother and daughter with gentle eyes.

A long crowd stood at the door of the bar with flashing neon lights. Except for the faint sound of dancing in the venue, the scene was quiet.

Only the woman's deep cry was left.

Her despair and helplessness seemed to turn into an invisible force, like the wind blowing, touching the hearts of everyone present.

Someone walked up and gently patted the woman's back, trying to give a little comfort; someone took out his mobile phone, took a short video of this moment and posted it online to attract more attention and help.

People were very disappointed, and then they were furious. More people pointed at the direction where the rich second generation fled and cursed.

"Fuck you!"

"Dead turtle, rotten turtle!"

"The little punk looks handsome, but his heart is very stinky, hetui!"

The first few young men who guarded the rich second generation met privately, all blaming themselves for not catching this guy who gave birth to a child without an asshole.

Only the young man who claimed to have injured the so-called rich second generation with a brick stood in the corner and thought about it.

"What's wrong?" Someone was concerned.

The young man realized that something was wrong and asked his companion in confusion: "I can't figure out why the man was laughing when he was hitting him with a stone?"

The person took a step back and crossed his arms and said: "Isn't this man a masochist? It seems quite scary when you say that."

The young man shook his head and recalled the scene at that time.

The man was laughing all the time, although it was a light laugh, but this feeling seemed to be reborn, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

There was both relief and sadness in the smile, just like the petals that gently fall after the flowers bloom, with a little more soft separation, but in the end they fell to the ground helplessly.

Chen Shu sat in the waiting area of ​​the hospital, waiting for the nurse to call his number while swiping his phone.

The phone screen was located at the door of a bar in Kunming.

People were talking around a woman holding a child, but they were very polite, giving water and food, and one of the sisters-in-law even took out her own blanket.

Although the surroundings were very noisy, the child in the woman's arms was sleeping soundly, without any signs of being disturbed by the outside world.

"Oh, you are watching this news too? I tell you, this rich second generation is really a heartless guy. This elder sister's child has cancer and has no money for treatment. It's so pitiful, why is he still thinking of cheating people?"

A young nurse carrying a metal plate full of bandages, adhesive tape and iodine came over and saw the content on Chen Shu's mobile phone, and said with sympathy.

Then she motioned Chen Shu to follow her to the treatment room.

Perhaps she had never seen such a shameless guy in the video. The little nurse walked and scolded, her little face was red with anger, and she looked indignant.

"Such a young child. This is not not giving money, this is completely crushing people's hopes." As she spoke, the little girl shed tears with red eyes.

Chen Shu didn't say anything, but just sighed in his heart about the kindness of young people today.

After waiting in the treatment room for a while, a female doctor wearing a pair of black-framed glasses came in, took the disposable treatment tools from the little nurse, and began to help Chen Shu clean the wound.

Smelling the alcohol on Chen Shu, the female doctor chatted casually: "You guys, go home early if you drink. Look at the paper on the wall, how do you read it?"

Chen Shu glanced at the wall and saw a poster posted by the local police.

The big title is "Don't fight: If you lose, you will be hospitalized, and if you win, you will go to jail", and the red subtitle below is "Fighting is costly, so be careful when you start."

Then, four details were listed:

1. Cost of fighting with minor injuries: 5-15 days of detention, 500-1000 yuan fine, medical expenses, lost wages, and wages lost due to detention;

2. Cost of fighting with minor injuries: imprisonment of less than 3 years, compensation, medical expenses, lost wages, and wages lost due to imprisonment, plus the impact on children's employment;

3. Cost of fighting with serious injuries: imprisonment of 3-10 years, compensation, medical expenses, lost wages, and wages lost due to imprisonment, plus the impact on children's employment;

Summary: Never let the tears of regret fall on the ground.

Horizontal banner: The police are open all day, but you'd better not patronize them.

"Ha." Chen Shu couldn't help laughing after reading it, thinking that the guy who could write such a moving slogan was really good.

"Don't move!" The female doctor gently patted Chen Shu's shoulder, "I'm stitching. If I sew it wrong, I won't be responsible."

Chen Shu took a quick look and found that the female doctor who cleaned his wound was actually quite young. She was probably in her early twenties, and maybe a student who had just graduated from medical school for internship.

Because she was wearing a pair of glasses, I mistakenly thought she was an experienced old doctor. At this moment, Chen Shu just sat still and waited obediently.

After all, her hands really don't have eyes, so it's all in vain if you get hurt.