"I'm so stupid. I'm not sure what to post on Moments!"

"I really want to buy it..."

Early the next morning, Cheng Xiang did a morning jog without exception. The consequences of his circle of friends came out. Every time he met an acquaintance, he looked like Cheng Xiang was disgusting. He said congratulations, but his eyes were disgusting and meaningful.

"Cheng Xiang, awesome."

"Cheng Xiang, you are this!"

A simple three-kilometer race gave Cheng Xiang a feeling of suffering from running a marathon.

What happened during the meal later made Cheng Xiang feel that there were suddenly many acquaintances today. He finished the meal in a hurry and left school quickly.

The popularity of the Internet comes quickly and goes quickly. Anyway, it will take a few days to officially start work. Cheng Xiang is ready to go out to avoid the limelight, and it is impossible to go home. My mother's gossip, Cheng Xiang feels that he will explode on the spot.

“Where are you going?”

After getting on the bus at the school gate in a daze, Cheng Xiang sat against the window and looked out the window, thinking in his heart how to earn more experience points. As he thought about it, he thought wrongly, thinking about the Starry Sky Bio-Warship, thinking about Dyson Membrane, and thinking about it again.

An hour has passed.

"Hey, young man, get off the bus and arrive at the terminal!" His shoulder was suddenly patted, and his rough voice rang in his ears. Cheng Xiang then came to his senses and turned around and saw that there were a lot of people when he got on the bus. Now he and the driver were the only ones in the car.

"The terminal is here?" Cheng Xiang asked.

"Yes, guy, look at you, I'll sit and stand." The middle-aged uncle didn't rush to drive people, "Look at you, a young and college student, you have such a spiritless look and are you heartbroken?"

"Young man, look forward. Today you have lost a flower, and tomorrow you can embrace the entire forest." The uncle enthusiastically patted Cheng Xiang on the shoulder.

Cheng Xiang: "..."

What a mess, Cheng Xiang quickly fled the bus.

Look at the station sign.

"City Cancer Hospital?"

"What a coincidence?"

When I walked to the roadside, the sun was shining. The Municipal Cancer Hospital was less than fifty meters ahead. There were many people passing by, but their faces were solemn, and they came and went in a hurry.

Thinking about the new topic raised by the tutor yesterday.

Cheng Xiang immediately had a plan.

"I feel bored when I'm idle."

"I've come here, then go and have a look."

Cheng Xiang walked towards the hospital and walked to the entrance of the hospital. Cheng Xiang saw an ordinary scene that was hard to see in front of the hospital.

The families of several patients were slumped on the side of the road, with a QR code in front of them, and a hard-shell paper next to them, which read the words of requesting donations. In addition, there was also a medical record of the hospital. Pedestrians passed by, glanced at them, couldn't help but sigh, then swiped the QR code, donated some, expressed their feelings, and then shook their heads and left.

With the development of social security, the situation of returning to poverty due to illness has greatly alleviated, but in the face of diseases like cancer, it is still difficult to take good care of social security alone. Therefore, the hospital also asked these overwhelmed families to ask for help at the entrance of the hospital.

There were five seekers in total, four elderly people, and the rest was a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman had a haggard face and her eyes were swollen, and she seemed to have just cried for a while.

Cheng Xiang followed her entirely because of the photos posted on the cardboard in front of her.

A lively and cute little girl with two small braids as she soars into the sky, big eyes, very cute. Shen Luoyun, eight years old, has leukemia.

Cheng Xiang was silent, such a cute child is now facing the test of life and death. At that age, he should not feel the boundary between life and death. At eight years old, it was too heavy to talk about such a topic.

Cheng Xiang did not go to comfort him, and the middle-aged woman did not need comfort.

I silently opened my phone, scan the code, and entered the corresponding Red Cross fundraising platform. I took a look at the amount of the approved amount, which was 200,000 yuan, and I had raised 80,000 yuan. After looking at the woman's family property details, the family was indeed in a deep embarrassment. I won't repeat the suffering. Every ordinary family with severe illness is probably like this. Cheng Xiang didn't want to see those, he just wanted to see if the memorization was completed.

To this day, the Chinese Red Cross fundraising platform has developed very well, and it is basically difficult to exist for fraudulent donations. Those who can publish subscription information on it are basically credible.

There is no problem confirming that the approval is paid. Cheng Xiang did not hesitate and had eight-digit deposits. Although the plan would be invested in future experiments and would not be used specifically to enjoy life, life is precious, especially the life of a young child.

Adults should be responsible for themselves, but children need protection.

Enter the amount.

Cheng Xiang directly collected the remaining amount of fundraising.

"Take good care of the child." Cheng Xiang quickly left.

"Thank you." The middle-aged woman lowered her head and thanked her. Suddenly, she jingled out the screen of the woman's trouser pocket, which was a little bit of a flowery smartphone.

SMS prompt.

Your subscription amount has been collected, please apply in time to enter the withdrawal process!

"All full?"

"How is this possible?"

"It was only a little over 80,000 before, why did it suddenly... "The woman patted her hard despite her cold hands and face.

The face hurts...

"It's true!" The woman was surrounded by a huge surprise in an instant. The child was saved. Nothing was more important than this. She stood up hard, knelt on the ground for a long time, and then stood up after struggling for several times.

"Is it him?" The woman remembered the young man who had just stayed in front of her for a short time. The time just fits. It's a pity that she kept lowering her head, only remembering a pair of sports white shoes and that young voice.

Looking up, there were abortions everywhere, and there were nowhere to be found. The woman couldn't help but slapped herself in the mouth.

Cheng Xiang had already entered the hospital outpatient department at this time.

Today's hospital management is not as good as before. Inpatient buildings cannot be accessed without identity authentication. However, outpatient buildings do not have restrictions.

After passing the security check and checking that there were no dangerous goods, Cheng Xiang entered smoothly.

In cancer hospitals, most people cannot be calm if they sign up here.

This is true for patients and so is the patient's family.

From time to time, a few low sobs made Cheng Xiang even more silent.

Cheng Xiang walked forward silently. When talking about the sufferings of the world, the hospital could see the most clearly. Without the hospital, it was difficult to feel the heaviness of life and the preciousness of health.

As he walked, Cheng Xiang came to the Pediatric Leukemia Department.

There are dozens of seats in the small square in the corridor, and the seats are full of parents holding their children. The originally lively and cute children are not as active as this age. The disease weakens the thin body and their eyes are full of weakness.

Parents of children in groups of three or three, whispering to each other, hoping to find more possibilities for their children to be cured successfully, or exchange nursing experiences, or talk about the reasons for their illness, some are indignant and some regrets.
Chapter completed!