Chapter 890

Bingcheng, private hospital.

Qin Sinian, wearing a green surgical suit, walked out of the hospital building. He moved a little. His cervical vertebra was stiff and painful. The sun was strong outside. He had to narrow his eyes. He could not remember how many days he had come back from South Africa.

Next to him was a woman nurse with a medical record, reporting to her and watching his face carefully. After finishing the patient's condition and the operation arrangement in the afternoon, I couldn't help but say, "Dr. Qin, you have been on several night shifts continuously, and the operation is almost full every day, and the iron beaters can't stand it anymore. Why don't you have to rest for two days?" Although Qin Sinian has always been dedicated to his work, he is also the idol of all the people in their heart surgery. No matter his professional ability or his sense of responsibility as a doctor, no matter how, he can't practice like a machine day and night like this, and almost doesn't give himself too much breathing time.

Most of Qin Sinian's previous work was serious, and he was used to it in the hospital. But when she came back from this short holiday, the nurse felt that he was like a piece of cold iron that had been tempered. He was silent and lonely, without any heat, or even lost the human taste

"No!" Qin Sinan pulled his lips.

No one knows that he has to work constantly to paralyze his nerves. After the last mouthful of smoke in his hand, he left the cigarette butts on the ground, crushed them out with leather shoes, took a new cigarette out of the cigarette box and lit it in his mouth. As the white smoke came out, his hoarse voice continued, "22 patients who have just finished heart valve surgery must be allowed to take medicine on time after waking up, otherwise there will be a risk of thrombosis, and then check the blood clot, cough and cough "..."

Speaking of the back, I suddenly coughed violently.

Qin Sinan coughed very badly. Not only did he stoop like a shrimp, but also his hand was shaking. For a long time, he stopped coughing. His brow was deeply wrinkled by pain.

When the nurse saw this, she couldn't help persuading and saying, "Dr. Qin, you Or stop smoking? "

Qin Sinian didn't snuff out the smoke, but asked, "Xiao Wu, has the Dean come back from the meeting?"

"It's back!" The nurse nodded.

"Well." Qin Sinian's lips are thin.

Handsome and emaciated facial features are a little confused behind the smoke. Peach blossom's eyes are dark. He seems to be thinking about something, one after another, endlessly.

Ten minutes later, the dean's office.

Qin Sinan sat on a comfortable leather chair, with his white coat hanging in the air. The tea cup on the desk in front of him was hot, and the air was full of tea fragrance, but he never touched it.

Hands crossed in front of the body, silent for a long time, his voice dull opening, "Dean, I want to help Tibet."

……

Six months later.

Although South Africa is richer than other parts of Africa, the gap between the rich and the poor is still large. White people live in luxury houses and villas in the city, but most of the black people are still in slums.

More than 30 kilometers away from the city, the slums along the highway are endless.

It can't be called a house. Looking at the past, it's densely covered with wooden sheds. It's built with some boards or iron sheets. On the top, it's simply covered with a layer of plastic cloth and pressed with stones. It's a place to live.

"Click!"

After a light press, sang Xiaoyu put down the camera and looked at the picture in the lens.

The abandoned container has been transformed into a hut, one side of which is covered with barbed wire. It looks like a concentration camp where Hitler imprisoned Jews in World War II. There is a little black girl in a shawl squatting at the door. Her clothes are all holes. She is sewing clothes with needles.

There is also a piece of dark things beside the hand, like bread, which is nibbled at from time to time.

Today, sang Xiaoyu came with her colleagues from Taiwan to report on the living conditions of some people at the bottom of South Africa's society. At this time, the interview is basically over. The sun at noon is shining on her head, and she sighed gently.

The children who live here, let alone go to school, even three meals are a problem.

Sang Xiaoyu turned inside the bag, took out all the cash, waved to the little black girl and leaned over to put the money in her palm.

The little black girl opened her mouth wide in surprise, and then her eyes were bright and excited. She kept saying thanks to her, and prayed with her hands folded. "Miss, Jesus will bless you!"

“Thanks。” Sang Xiaoyu took care of the little girl's hair.

Yi Xuan, who finished the shot, ran over with the camera on his shoulder, wiped his sweat and asked, "sister fish, are you not used to coming to this place?"

"Fine!" Sang Xiaoyu shook his head and replied with a smile, "when I was in ice city, I used to go to the orphanage, but they were not pitiful!"

"Even the adults, these children are really poor here!" Yi Xuan sighs with emotion.

Seeing the little black girl run back to the container happily, sang Xiaoyu slowly stood up. "No matter which country there is, there will be no way to avoid this situation. There are many remote and backward places in China. Many children can't afford to go to school and suffer from hunger!" Hearing this, Yi Xuan nodded and said, "yes, I remember one year when I was in college, my classmates and I went to Tibet to teach in winter vacation. The children there were so poor! Some of them are only seven or eight years old. They not only need to take care of their younger sister, but also the elderly at home. They go back to work early every day after class

Tibet

Sang Xiaoyu's heart moved slightly.

Hearing about Tibet mentioned in Yi Xuan's mouth, she can't help but think of the person who mentioned Tibet aid from Lin Wanbai, her best friend

"Sister fish, let's go back!" Yi Xuan reaches for her.

Sang drew back her thoughts and nodded, "Well!"

Out of the slums, colleagues returned to their cars one after another. When everyone arrived, they turned back to the city.

Just driving less than 2300 meters, the car suddenly shook violently, and sang Xiaoyu, who looked down at her mobile phone, hit her head on one side of the glass. Fortunately, she responded in time and quickly held her hand.

The driver in front is controlling the steering wheel in a panic, but the car is still swinging left and right, like an uncontrolled collision, and the houses built by the wooden shed in the sight are all shaking, and many stones and tires on it are all smashed down.

"Ah, what's the matter!"

Yi Xuan, who is sitting next to her, is scared to death, holding her hand and shouting. Sang Xiaoyu, who once had similar experience in Yunnan Province, looked out of the window of the car and felt deeply, "no, it's an earthquake!"