663 Accident, a bowl of hot porridge My life is yours

“Master…”

Sun Sixing's eyes were red, and there was a benevolent light in them. Feng Qingchen vaguely saw a sacred halo from him. There was a faint halo that enveloped Sun Sixing.

As expected, she is a natural born doctor with a kind heart that ordinary people do not have. Sun Sixing is much purer than her, but how can such a pure person survive?

What a headache!

She used to be so pure, but unfortunately reality shattered her purity.

Alas... Feng Qingchen sighed and patted Sun Sixing's shoulder: "Don't be sad, they are lucky to have met someone who is willing to give them porridge. Think about those who starved to death, and you will find... There is no worst in this world, only worse, so put away your tears, because tears are useless at this time."

No one had protected her purity before, so she tried her best to protect Sun Sixing's purity and let more people fall in love with his purity, until... the day when she could no longer protect Sun Sixing. By that day, Sun Sixing would either grow up like her or die.

Sun Sixing didn't know what Feng Qingchen was thinking. He nodded repeatedly after hearing what Feng Qingchen said. His pair of black eyes were as clear as transparent crystal, reflecting all the dirtiest things in the world. For a moment, Feng Qingchen saw his own dark-hearted self in his eyes.

Sun Sixing grabbed Feng Qingchen with his backhand and walked in anxiously: "Master, let's go to the free clinic. There should be a lot of patients there. It's so cold, they... definitely won't last long. The sooner we go, the more we can save."

Sun Sixing was full of fighting spirit and was not affected at all.

"Okay." Feng Qingchen quickly regained his dazed mind and followed Sun Sixing.

A good deed of providing free porridge brought out the Ninth Prince, so this time during the free clinic, she would try her best to bring out Sun Sixing, so that... even without her, Sun Sixing would have an extra layer of protection.

Feng Qingchen planned like this. As for Sun Sixing's opinion? If the little fool knew that she had other purposes for the free clinic, he would probably hate her, so it was better not to say anything.

Unfortunately, although the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel. Feng Qingchen and his group were interrupted by a burst of noise before they took two steps.

It turned out that something happened at the soup kitchen.

A tall man rushed out from nowhere, disrupting the line of people collecting porridge. The victims were startled and chaos was about to break out...

The people sent by the Su family to distribute porridge reacted very quickly. They hurried out to calm the crowd, allowing everyone to continue lining up to get porridge, and promised everyone that they had prepared enough food to ensure that everyone could have a bowl of hot porridge.

After the people were pacified, the person distributing porridge was about to question the man who was running around, but he heard a thud and the man knelt in front of the porridge stall with an old man on his back.

"Give me a bowl of hot porridge, and my life is yours." One old and one young, both were only wearing thin undershirts, and the skin exposed outside was red and purple due to the cold. These two people were even more miserable than those who were receiving porridge.

The porridge distributor glanced at the other person, said nothing, and continued to distribute porridge and steamed buns to others: "You go forward, don't delay others from getting porridge."

"Please, give me a bowl of hot porridge. As long as you give me a bowl of hot porridge, my life will be yours. I beg you, I beg you." Seeing this, the man kneeling on the ground kowtowed continuously, dong dong dong... The sound was like thunder, striking everyone's heart, causing great pain.

A man's knees are as precious as gold. This is said to the superior people. For these ordinary people, they will kneel down without hesitation for a bowl of hot porridge or a steamed bun.

Gold is not as valuable as life. Besides, sacrificing one's own life for that ridiculous pride is understandable, but if one sacrifices the lives of his family members for that ridiculous pride, it is really not worth it...

"Please, give me a bowl of hot porridge and save my father. I beg you, I beg you." Seeing that no one gave him hot porridge, the big man kept kowtowing. There was a pool of blood on the ground, but the people who were giving him porridge were unmoved.

"Master." Sun Sixing pulled Feng Qingchen's clothes, wanting to ask Feng Qingchen to come forward. Feng Qingchen shook his head and disagreed.

She still didn't know whether this scene was real or not, or whether it was arranged by Su Wenqing in advance. After all, if she wanted to publicize it, no matter how good it sounded, it wouldn't have the same impact as if something shocking really happened.

"Sir, why don't you give this man a bowl of porridge first?"

"Yes, yes, it's so pitiful. The old man on his back is breathing out more than breathing in."

"If he doesn't drink something hot, this man can bear it, but the old man can't."

Feng Qingchen has always felt that the Chinese people are really lovely and kind. Although they are easily deceived, they have kind hearts. When they see others are more miserable than themselves, they can't help but feel sympathy, but...

Such sympathy is unacceptable.

Everyone should abide by the rules of the game. This man was in a hurry and rushed around, disrupting the porridge distribution team. It would be okay if it happened to one or two people, but if everyone is like him, breaking the rules just because they feel pitiful, then can the porridge continue to be distributed in order?

Who among those who receive porridge and steamed buns here is not pitiful? Who among them has not been hungry for several days? Who among them is not miserable?

Sure enough, a man who looked like a manager came out and said, "Our master is not giving out porridge for any purpose. He just hopes that everyone can get through this snowstorm safely. This warrior rushed to the porridge shop with his old father in his arms. It's okay for him to get porridge, but he must queue up like everyone else. Otherwise, if everyone rushes in like this warrior, we won't be able to run this porridge stall anymore."

"My father, my father, please save my father. As long as you save my father, my life will be yours." The big man kept begging like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

The tears of a beautiful woman are so pitiful and heartbreaking, but only those who have seen it will understand that the tears of a tough man are truly heartbreaking, for what flows out are not tears, but blood...

At this moment, this man gave people the impact of a tough guy bleeding.

"Master." Sun Sixing tugged at Feng Qingchen's sleeve again, asking Feng Qingchen to come forward to help. Feng Qingchen sighed.

Well, it is a blessing to have such a kind disciple. Feng Qingchen looked down on the atmosphere and whispered a few words in Sun Sixing's ear. Sun Sixing was puzzled at first, and then nodded. With Feng Qingchen's encouragement, he picked up the medicine box and walked towards the porridge shop.

Sun Sixing said a few words in front of the porridge manager, who nodded repeatedly with a look of respect. After Sun Sixing finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands raised, looking indifferent, revealing his extraordinary upbringing.

The porridge manager stepped forward and said to the man kneeling on the ground: "My master is distributing porridge here without asking for anything in return. Don't say a bowl of porridge. Your life is ours. If my master wanted your life, he would not come here to distribute porridge. My master only hopes that the people in the world can have enough food and clothing. As long as the people are well, my master will be happy.

Your father's condition is not good. We sent someone to take him to the free clinic. My master sent a doctor here. If any of you feel unwell, you can go to the free clinic for treatment. You don't have to pay for the consultation or medicine. My master said that within his ability, he will help more people get enough food and clothes, so that they don't die because they have no money to see a doctor."

"Good, good people, good people, we just want to have enough food and clothes and not starve to death. We don't want to freeze to death."

Someone said something, and the whole scene of the porridge distribution seemed to be moved. Everyone shed tears silently and murmured, "We just don't want to starve to death."

"We just don't want to freeze to death."

…

"Everyone, be quiet, everyone, don't worry. We can't take care of those far away, but for everyone here, I can assure you on behalf of the master that none of you will starve to death. My master doesn't have the ability to help the people of the world right now, but with his compassionate heart, as long as he sees it, he will definitely help, don't worry!"

The tone of the last sentence suddenly rose, which excited everyone present.

"We are relieved. We are relieved. With such thick porridge and such big steamed buns, we won't starve to death."

"We still have doctors. We still have doctors. As long as the doctors are here, we are not afraid."

"Wuwu... Sir, my son broke his leg two years ago. Can you come and treat him?"

"Sir, my husband has been bedridden. Can you come and treat him?"

"Sir, my daughter's face is burned. Can you treat it?"

Those who received the porridge and those who did not started asking questions one by one. In such a cold day and such a harsh environment, no one dared to guarantee that there were no patients in their family.

A medical consultation can cost them several years’ savings, or even require them to sell their children. Now that there is such a good opportunity, they will certainly seize it.

"Everyone, please be quiet. If you have a sick person at home, you can bring him to the free clinic. The doctor our master invited is the doctor in the Yun family's pharmacy and a direct disciple of the head of the Imperial Hospital. You don't have to be afraid with them around."

The words "You don't have to be afraid" warmed the hearts of everyone present: "God, you are the Lord of Heaven, you are really the Lord of Heaven."

"We are saved. We are saved."

"We are saved."

"Long live the emperor."

Dong, Dong, Dong... Those who received the porridge knelt down one by one and bowed towards the direction of the imperial palace, because the people here said that their master was in that direction.

The direction of the palace? The emperor?

No... If he was really the emperor, why would he hide his identity? This is a really smart move, making the people of the world think that the person who cares about them is the emperor, but what is the result?

Ninth Uncle, you really never forget Emperor Yin.

The scene of the porridge distribution was very lively. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but feel warm in this atmosphere. Looking at the faces that were filled with happiness, Feng Qingchen found a tear in the corner of his eye.

As long as they help people, it doesn't matter even if they have a purpose. At least their actions have saved countless lives...

A word to the readers: There is no more tonight, and there is no more midnight, so don’t wait any longer, go to bed early… I have several classmates who are studying medicine, my neighbor across the street is a doctor, and I occasionally go to audit a few medical school classes, but I’m just there for the fun.