"Little boy, where are you from?" Bai Song hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
The little boy looked at Bai Song warily, shrank into the corner, and stuffed the steamed bun that he had taken two bites of into his arms.
Seeing this, Xinqiao walked to Baisong, bent down, took the boy's dirty hand, and smiled: "Don't be afraid, little boy, what's going on? Why are your hands so cold?"
The little boy was a little resistant. His hands were dirty and had frostbite. He felt very uncomfortable being held by a pair of hands like that, but he was reluctant to let go.
"He's frostbitten." Xinqiao didn't let go, and looked at the boy's hand carefully under the light of the subway station exit. He looked about 12 or 13 years old, his face was black from the cold, and his nose was red and swollen from the cold. Not only that, the chilblains on his hands had made both of his hands swollen, and black scabs and chilblains covered his hands. Xinqiao raised one hand and touched the boy's forehead, which was very cold, and he couldn't feel whether he had a fever.
Bai Song has experienced so many cases over the years and has some medical knowledge. If this child has no place to stay tonight, with the temperature outside being ten degrees below zero, he might die outside.
"We need to take him to the hospital immediately." Bai Song said without hesitation: "I'll go to the roadside to hail a taxi, and you talk to him reasonably."
The little boy was naturally Tian Gen.
He took several rides and eventually arrived in Beijing, where he went directly to a top government agency, and was then sent to a relief station.
He is too young now, his ability to express himself is very weak, and he is a minor, so his parents must be notified.
The police contacted Tian Gen's mother, who immediately told the police that they would come to Beijing to pick him up. The people at the rescue station told him to stay put and that his mother would be here soon, so Tian Gen looked for an opportunity to run away. He knew that his mother would not allow him to file a complaint and would definitely take him back, so he ran away.
After all, the rescue station is not the public security bureau. It provides accommodation and food, but there is little supervision, and no one knew that Tian Gen had run away.
He went to the local police station, but they said they couldn't do anything about it. The police wanted to contact his parents, so he took the opportunity while the police station was mediating the dispute to run away again.
Children from the mountains are sometimes smart, but he didn't solve his problem and finally got lost.
In the taxi, Bai Song saw Tian Gen's hand and felt sad.
When I was a child, in the late 1990s, the weather was cold in winter and my father would get frostbite when he went out to work. Bai Song was naughty when he was a child. He ran outside in winter and got frostbite on his feet and hands, but those were all very mild and would recover slowly on their own. At worst, if they were cracked, he would just apply some snake oil ointment.
But if Tian Gen is like this, he has to go to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Bai Song paid the money and Xinqiao took Tian Gen to get treatment.
The mechanism of frostbite is vascular endothelial damage, changes in the coagulation system, progressive ischemia of the frostbitten tissue, and tissue necrosis due to blood circulation disorders.
"His face is fine. Just apply frostbite cream. The area of his right hand exposed to the outside is too large, and some tissues have difficulty establishing microcirculation. We gave him anti-shock and anti-interference drugs, but some tissues must be necrotic. The degree of necrosis is hard to say." The doctor gave advice, "Take an X-ray as soon as possible. We have early thrombolytic therapy here. I just heard you said that this is a homeless child you picked up. Do you want to use this treatment method?"
"Take it." Xin Qiao couldn't bear to see this: "I'll pay for it, no problem."
"It's not a lot of money, but it's not a small amount either." The doctor said, "I just talked to the child and he refused to provide the guardian's information. You have to think it through."
"I'll sign." Bai Song didn't hesitate: "Doctor, please do your best. This kind of frostbite is most likely to have complications. Thank you for your concern."
"Okay." The doctor was also moved by the two's heroic act. The child was about the same age as his son. "I'll do my best."
I was planning to go to the movies today, but this matter is much more meaningful than the movie.
The child was being treated inside, while Bai Song and Xin Qiao sat on a bench in the hospital. The emergency area was still crowded in the late night. Although Shangjing had the nation's top medical level, it also had the largest number of patients in the country.
You can't have too much compassion in the emergency room late at night, otherwise even a Bodhisattva would be exhausted to death. This is a famous hospital, and many ambulances came with stretchers, and people lying down were pulled into the emergency room one by one...
Xinqiao was a little tired, and the chairs around her were full of people, so she fell asleep on Baisong. It was very hot in the hospital, so Baisong put his coat on his legs to make his girlfriend sleep more comfortably.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but there were fewer people in the emergency room. Xinqiao woke up. She felt uncomfortable all over. This posture was indeed tiring, so she slowly stretched her body.
"You...get up and relax too." Xinqiao said drowsily when he saw Bai Song had not rested.
Bai Song gently picked up his clothes, and then he couldn't stand up. His legs were completely numb. He leaned sideways and was supported by Xinqiao before he slowly stood up.
"Why didn't you say anything when I pressed you until you were numb..." Xinqiao scolded.
"It's not easy for you to get a good night's sleep. This treatment looks a bit strenuous, and there is also a minor operation. I just asked the nurse to pay for it for me." Bai Song looked in the direction of the hospital's operating room: "The hand should be able to be saved, but a piece of the back of the hand will have to be cut off."
"It's a blessing in disguise. Did the child get lost? How could such a thing happen in Shangjing?" Xinqiao thought for a moment and said, "It's really hard to imagine."
"I don't know. Maybe it was done by some bastard's parents." Bai Song has seen many tragedies in the world. "We will have to arrange for him to be hospitalized for observation overnight. His temperature is abnormal. He may be infected."
Several thousand dollars were spent that night, and the child had no medical insurance or social security, but there was nothing to feel bad about, as long as the child was fine. In this regard, Bai Song and Zhao Xinqiao had very similar values.
Especially Bai Song, no matter how many dirty things he encountered, he never changed.
Not long after, a nurse came to inform Bai Song that there should be nothing wrong with the child's hand, but antibiotics were needed. Fortunately, the child had never been injected with antibiotics, and the effect was good.
"Then let's go and have a rest. Does he still need to pay the fees?" Xinqiao was still very sleepy.
"No need, it shouldn't be a big deal. Fortunately, he didn't have to sleep outside all night. We also helped contact the rescue station. Please leave your contact information. If you find his family, you can ask his guardian for money. I'll leave the invoice for you later." The nurse was very nice.
"Thank you." Bai Song was ready to leave with Xinqiao. At this point, they were done saving him.
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