"Clerk Song, whose child is this?"
"Why are you injured so badly? Were you beaten by your family?"
Song Xingzhi shook his head: "I picked it up on the roadside. I took him to the hospital because he was seriously injured."
Arriving at the outpatient department, Song Xingzhi placed the child on the observation bed and said, "Doctor, this child has many injuries. Please help take a look."
Dr. Yuan examined the little boy's injuries and was also shocked.
"Oh my God! How could he be injured so badly?!"
He looked at the wounds all over his body and didn't know how to start.
"His clothes are dirty and torn, and they can't cover anything... If we want to treat his wounds, we have to cut off his clothes first!"
As he spoke, he picked up a pair of scissors and cut off the clothes that were dirty, torn, and had no color at all, which was worse than what a beggar wore.
Suddenly, more wounds were exposed to everyone.
These wounds included those caused by being hit with a stick, bruises from falling, and even lacerations.
Especially the fresh wound on his thigh, which looked like it was bitten by some ferocious beast.
There was hardly a piece of healthy flesh on this thin body, and all kinds of new and old wounds piled up on his body, making people dare not imagine what he had experienced.
"Whose child is this?" Doctor Yuan asked as he cleaned his wounds, "Why do you have so many wounds?"
Song Xingzhi stood beside him with his brows tightly knitted.
The situation is very obvious. The child's injuries would not have been sustained at home. It can even be said that if he had a family, he would not have been injured so seriously.
There is only one possibility, that the child is homeless and has to make a living by himself outside.
So in order to survive, they had to steal and rob for food, and even compete with wild dogs for food, which is why they had so many injuries on their bodies.
Thinking of this, Song Xingzhi felt a little heavy in his heart.
The things that happened in the past few years have caused some people to lose their families and even their lives, so it is possible that something like this will happen.
Doctor Yuan continued to ramble on: "Son, where did all these injuries come from?"
"Where is your home? How did you get so badly injured?"
"Where are your parents?"
The little boy didn't say anything, just sat on the observation bed.
The cotton ball soaked in alcohol wiped the wounds mixed with dirt and blood. His face wrinkled in pain and cold sweat broke out, but he didn't make a sound.
Song Xingzhi had been observing him, and when he saw this scene, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Doctor!
"This child...could it be that he can't speak?"
Doctor Yuan, who was still trying to ask questions and get the little boy to answer, was also stunned for a moment: "No, no way?"
He immediately looked at the little boy: "Child, can you speak?"
The little boy lowered his head and shook it slightly after a while.
Doctor Yuan immediately gasped: "You really can't speak?"
A skinny, helpless and mute little boy, in such a world and such an environment, he must have suffered so much to survive.
"Oh, this poor child!" Doctor Yuan felt very distressed and cleaned his wound more gently.
Song Xingzhi's brows were almost tied into a knot.
He thought about it and stood up.
Noticing his movements, the little boy also wanted to stand up, with a bit of panic in his eyes.
Song Xingzhi quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, I'll go buy you something to eat... You look like you haven't eaten for a while."
He gave a gentle smile: "Don't worry, I told you, I'll pay for your medical expenses, I won't run away... The doctors and nurses here all know me."
Doctor Yuan also explained to the little boy: "This is our brigade's clerk. He definitely can't run away. Don't worry."
The little boy's body finally relaxed.
Doctor Yuan sighed again: "Besides, with your behavior, even if Secretary Song doesn't give you money, I can't ask you for it! How inhumane would that be?"
Song Xingzhi reached out and touched the little boy's dirty hair, then turned and walked out of the debridement room.
The little boy was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the place where Song Xingzhi had touched him. For a moment, his eyes were a little confused.
Doctor Yuan quickly pulled his hand down and said, "Your hair is dirty! You have a wound on your hand, don't touch it, or you'll get an infection!"
He touched his chin and looked the little boy up and down: "Well, I see you have a wound on your head too. I'll shave all your hair off later!"
The little boy put his hand down obediently.
Song Xingzhi went for a stroll and bought two steamed buns at a state-owned restaurant. The chef made him a bowl of egg noodles, and then he hurried back to the hospital with his lunch box.
Seeing Song Xingzhi coming back, the little boy was obviously relieved.
Song Xingzhi handed him the lunch box and said, "Eat something!"
Looking at the snow-white steamed buns and fragrant egg noodles, the little boy swallowed his saliva wildly but didn't dare to move at all.
Song Xingzhi stuffed the chopsticks into his hand: "Eat quickly! I bought them especially for you!"
The little boy held his chopsticks tightly, but finally couldn't help it and started eating.
He didn't know how many days he had been hungry, he only knew that if he didn't eat something, he might really die.
The last time I ate, I snatched half a steamed bun from a stray dog’s mouth. The dog chased me for a long distance and even bit my thigh to pieces…
This noodle... smells so good... and there's egg in it...
He hasn't eaten anything so delicious in years...
Song Xingzhi still had his own things to do. He checked the time on his watch and turned to look at Doctor Yuan: "Doctor Yuan, please take care of the child's wound first. I'll go pay his bill."
"He has so many wounds on his body. Please arrange for him to stay in the hospital for two days! I'll come back to see him after get off work tonight."
Doctor Yuan said cheerfully, "Clerk Song, go ahead! I'll take good care of him!"
When the little boy saw Song Xingzhi was about to leave, his expression became nervous for a moment, but his shoulders soon slumped again. He just lowered his head and ate without saying a word.
After Song Xingzhi left the hospital, he rode his tricycle to the brigade headquarters to complete the appointment procedures, and then rode to the village.
When the villagers saw Song Xingzhi riding a brand new tricycle, their eyes widened.
"Clerk Song, did you buy a new tricycle?"
"Don't you have a bicycle?"
Song Xingzhi just smiled, didn't say anything, and continued riding his tricycle forward.
The villagers were even more talking about it.
But after seeing Song Xingzhi riding his tricycle into Zhang Chunxue's yard, the village was in an uproar again.
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