Chapter 439 Recognition of Son
"Fubao, I suspect he is my long-lost child, but I am not sure yet. I will give him a bath and trim his beard before taking a closer look. My child also has a large red birthmark on his chest. I just saw a large one on his chest as well. Fubao, you are really Fubao. You said that grandpa would be blessed, and this blessing came so quickly."
The old doctor was crying like a crying child, which made people feel sad.
Fubao opened her eyes wide with curiosity and looked at the beggar in front of her, but she couldn't see anything.
"Grandpa, your blessings are still to come. You will have many children and grandchildren and live a long life."
Fubao said with a smile.
The old doctor burst into laughter after hearing this, and felt more that his future life had hope.
Banxia had already boiled the water by this time, and he personally helped the beggar to the backyard.
The beggar had just heard the conversation between Fubao and the old doctor. He felt that it was all unreal. He just fainted from hunger. How come he had a father when he woke up? And he was a doctor?
He just came here from another town yesterday because the people there always bullied him, saying that he was from outside. He has traveled to countless places in the past few decades and doesn't know how old he is or who his parents are. It seems that he has been begging since he can remember.
On his way from the front to the backyard, he had been secretly looking at the elderly man. He saw that his hair was gray, his eye sockets were deep, and his face was full of wrinkles. At this moment, he was in good spirits because of his excitement.
Banxia went in and helped the old doctor give the beggar a bath, but the water was already turbid after only washing the upper body. Helplessly, Banxia changed another bucket of water and washed the beggar three or four times before he was clean. The beggar looked quite good, but he was skin and bones, with not much flesh on his body, and his eyes looked even bigger on his palm-sized face.
Banxia even specially brought a set of her own clothes for the beggar to wear.
The beggar was about the same height as Banxia, but thinner than Banxia. The clothes didn't fit him well and hung around on his body, but they were still a hundred times better than his beggar's clothes. He had been wearing the beggar's clothes for more than ten years and had never changed them. He just wore them open in the summer. One can imagine what it felt like to wear the same clothes for so many years.
"Banxia, throw away his clothes. I'll cut his beard."
The beggar was still not used to the sudden change. He was in a daze from beginning to end. He felt that everything was happening like a dream, which made him feel very unreal.
It was not until the old doctor took out a pair of scissors to cut his beard that he came to his senses. He was quite resistant and refused to let the old doctor touch him.
"Don't come over here, go away." The beggar pushed the old doctor away and ran into the room and hid behind the bed curtain in panic and fear.
The old doctor was pushed to the ground by the beggar, and his old bones were badly broken. Banxia pushed the door open just in time and saw his master sitting on the ground, beating his waist.
"Master, why are you sitting on the ground?" Banxia was shocked and hurried forward to help the old doctor up.
The old doctor ignored the pain in his body and said to Banxia, "Banxia, go and pull the person out quickly."
Banxia saw that the bed curtain was shaking slightly and the beggar was gone, so she knew that the beggar probably hid behind the bed curtain.
He was a little angry. The master was so good to him, but he dared to push the master. What an ungrateful person! He strode over angrily and pulled open the bed curtain. He found the beggar hugging his knees, huddled in the corner, with his head buried in his arms, and his body still trembling.
"Why did you push my master? He personally gave you a bath and clothes to wear, and not only did you not show gratitude, you even murdered him. Do you still have a conscience?"
The beggar didn't react at all, didn't even raise his head, just immersed in his own thoughts.
The old doctor held his waist with one hand and slowly moved behind the bed curtain.
"Banxia, come here first, I'll ask him."
Banxia snorted in indignation and retreated behind the old doctor.
The old doctor still held the scissors in his lowered hand, shining brightly enough to be blinding.
"Kid, what's wrong with you?"
When the beggar heard the old doctor's voice, he slowly raised his head, but when he saw the scissors in the old doctor's hand at a glance, he went crazy again.
"Go away, all of you go away, don't touch me, don't cut me, I won't run away again, not anymore."
The old doctor's brain exploded. He looked down at the scissors in his hand and immediately threw them away.
"Don't be afraid, kid. I don't have anything in my hand. Look, I won't hurt you."
The old doctor's eyes were unusually sore. What on earth had this child been through?
A chill rose from the old doctor's back and instantly spread throughout his body, making him shiver.
The beggar finally calmed down after hearing this. He loosened his arms that were covering his head, leaving a gap. He took a peek and saw that the old doctor really had nothing in his hands. Only then did he relax again.
The old doctor held his waist with one hand, slowly bent down, and said very gently: "Child, can you let me see your chin?"
The beggar was a little confused, but nodded after a moment. He completely let down his defensive state and revealed his entire face.
The old doctor reached out and pushed back the beggar's beard, and saw that there was indeed a scar on his chin, about an inch long horizontally.
The scar plus the red birthmark, this is his child. When he was bathing him just now, he only paid attention to his birthmark. However, time has passed so long that the child is already several decades old and the shape of the birthmark has changed a lot. He was a little unsure. When he was about to trim his beard just now, he remembered that his son fell and hit his chin on the stairs when he was a child, leaving a scar.
Now the old doctor had no doubts anymore. He hugged the beggar and burst into tears.
Banxia was a little confused and scratched the back of his head, wondering what was going on.
"Master, this is..."
The old doctor was crying so hard that he was out of breath. It was a blessing that he didn't faint.
"My child, my child, your father has been looking for you for decades, but I didn't expect that God would finally open his eyes and send you directly to my clinic. My child——"
Banxia then realized that it was her master who had found the abducted child. This news made Banxia cry with joy.
He stood behind and looked at the father and son in front of him. He couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away his tears. Only he knew how difficult it was for his master.
The beggar was a little breathless as he was held by the old doctor, but he knew that this old man must be his father.
"You are really my father?" The beggar still couldn't believe it. After all, how could it be such a coincidence? He fainted and woke up, and he already had a father? Even storytellers wouldn't dare to say this.
The old doctor controlled his emotions and was helped up by Banxia. The beggar also stood up. There was a complicated emotion in his eyes, with a hint of unfathomable hatred.
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