"good!"
The expert sat back down, then picked up his pen and quickly wrote down the names of the medicines on nearly half a page.
The specialist handed him the paper and said, "Take this medicine to the clinic on the left outside the hospital to get a prescription!"
He was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he had to go to an outside clinic to get medicine when he came to the hospital for treatment. But the expert said so, so he did it, right?
He went out with the prescription,
Ten minutes later,
He was holding a large bag of medicine worth 2,300 yuan in his hand, staring blankly...
He didn't know how he walked out of the clinic.
It was a sunny day outside, but he felt so cold.
He walked for more than ten kilometers and finally returned to his home when the sun was about to set. It was a small shed made of plastic and cardboard.
The shed was surrounded by all sorts of junk.
He lay trembling on the cardboard bed, wrapped tightly in a thin quilt.
He felt so cold, colder than he had ever felt before.
the next day,
He seemed to know something. He stood up and packed up everyone's belongings, leaving only a hundred yuan and a bag of medals.
Then he leaned on his crutches and walked towards the home he had left for several years.
He once suffered from online violence and had to leave his hometown, but he would eventually return to his roots and die in his hometown.
Died in front of his parents.
He walked around for a long time.
He walked up to the display stand.
Through the transparent glass, he looked at the skeletons displayed on the table inside.
He leaned against the glass with his back, tears streaming down his face, and slowly squatted down beside the glass.
“Dad…Mom!”
He knew that two of the skeletons were his parents.
His eyes were lifeless, and he numbly leaned on a cane to endure the pain with every step. He used the last few dozen yuan he had to buy incense, candles, and paper money. He lit the incense and candles behind the memorial hall and burned the paper money...
Occasionally, a group of fashionable young people passing by would notice the old man's behavior and frown slightly: "Feudal!"
............
I don't know how long it took, but he burned all the paper money.
He found a stick.
Then he solemnly took out something from his ragged clothes. The thing was in the shape of a strip and wrapped in old newspaper.
He carefully opened the newspaper outside.
As soon as the newspaper was opened, a sharp light burst out.
The light hit my eyes, and I felt a sharp pain. It was a bayonet.
The bayonet was very old, and even had dark blood stains on it.
But the blade is still sharp.
He found a wooden stick, dug a groove in it, and inserted the end of the bayonet into it. He then used the future iron wire to tie the wooden stick and the bayonet tightly together.
A simple long knife was made, and he wrapped the blade with old newspapers again.
He tried his best to turn his head to the east...
There,
It is the direction of the memorial.
There,
It's the direction of home.
There,
It is the direction of the motherland...
There,
It is the direction of faith...
There,
It is the East................
it's over.........
It's finally over...
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