Like a black snowflake.

Sadness surged into my heart like a tide, washing away all my anger.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

With a "thump," someone knelt down on the ground.

He shouted a long, drawn-out cry: "Father—Mother—hurry up, the fire is coming—"

Everyone was in tears.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

One by one, people knelt down, crying as they said goodbye to their loved ones.

The sound of wailing echoed through the sky.

Magistrate Xu watched this scene, turned his back, and wiped away his tears.

Xiao Qingyin came over with splints and a first-aid kit, set up the legs of the man who had fallen at the gate, and put on splints.

The man had fainted from the pain, but after his leg was set, he felt the pain disappear and woke up.

He stared blankly at his legs, without saying a word.

After a long time, I felt that my toes could still move.

He looked at Xiao Qingyin in shock.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Can my legs still be used?"

“It will work,” Xiao Qingyin replied. “Once you recover, it will be no different from your original leg.”

A surge of intense joy coursed through the man's entire body.

He was filled with anger, but after his legs were cut off, he realized he might die, and his heart was filled with panic.

He didn't want to die at all; he just wanted to live well.

But it was too late to regret it.

She thought she was going to follow her mother in death, but unexpectedly she was saved by a miracle doctor.

After the initial joy, he thought of his mother, and his mood sank again.

“Your medical skills are so amazing, you can even put a broken leg back on its feet,” he said to Xiao Qingyin, “why can’t you save my mother?”

“I’m sorry,” Xiao Qingyin replied, “there are times when I am powerless to help.”