Surgery is required immediately, otherwise it will continue to worsen and may require amputation of the right leg.

But no one paid.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother had no money at all. She fled from Sichuan Province to Qingcheng. She had no relatives and friends in Qingcheng. The man she married had all the food, drinks, whores and gambling. In that way, she finally drank and died of drinking.

Leave her little daughter alone.

She herself has severe lung disease and is really unable to make money.

So when she learned that the operation cost was about 5,000 yuan, she said she had no choice but to have no money for hospitalization. She could only let Zhang Xiaoqiu get rid of the poison for a few days, and then she was about to take her back to her hometown in Chi County.

Zhao Peng was dumbfounded!

After all, he was reborn twenty years later. Although he has been adjusted in this world for nearly two months, he still has some thoughts from his previous life.

It was hard for him to imagine that a family could be so poor.

When a child is lying in bed, he faces the future of amputation just because he is 5,000 yuan.

And there is no hospitalization fee.

What should she do when she goes back? The doctor said that the injury is very serious and there is a possibility of amputation without surgery.

If there is no basic treatment, isn’t it necessary to amputate the limbs?

She is only 16 years old and will be in the middle school entrance examination in a few days.

With her grades, there is definitely no problem with the provincial focus. As long as she goes to Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, she will be at least a second-tier university in the future.

Even one book.

How precious are college students of this era?

She will definitely have a good job in the future, and even use her talent for painting to become a famous painter.

But now, she can only lie on the bed, waiting for the verdict of her fate to be miserable.

It has to be said that this seriously defeated Zhao Peng's values.

He didn't know who to blame for for a moment.

It's just a feeling of powerlessness.

He, Zhao Peng, is not a great saint, nor is he a Bodhisattva who saves suffering.

If he had never known Zhang Xiaoqiu, he might feel regretful when he heard a girl in the same class was hit by a car, amputated, or disabled, but he would not feel too much.

But he knew Zhang Xiaoqiu.

He has never been sure why fate brought him back, but he thought it must have been with some mission and purpose.

Is the suffering of the girl in front of him also part of the rebirth that he needs to resolve after he is reborn?

He really doesn't know.

Therefore, he can only do things based on his instinct.

His instinct was that he could not watch the young girl become a disabled person and ruin all her future destiny.

So he asked the doctor to arrange the operation as soon as possible, and he would find a way to do the money.

The doctor was shocked or not, he was in no mood to care.

He knew that Zhang Xiaoqiu's biggest problem now was not physical injuries, but psychological injuries.

I just saw her in the ward. It was probably because her mother said something too much, such as if I don’t have money to treat you, and if you leave it to fate, you will know how to cause trouble for me, etc.

There is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

She is a teenage girl, what kind of psychological tolerance can she have?

Originally, there was a bit of psychological illness caused by the original family, but now it doubled out, and the heart gate was probably closed again.

Zhao Peng felt a headache when he thought about it.

When he returned to the ward, Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother disappeared again, and the empty ward was silent.

Zhao Peng walked to Zhang Xiaoqiu's bed, pulled a chair and sat down.

He sat quietly for a few minutes before helping Zhang Xiaoqiu pull the quilt and sighed softly: "Zhang Xiaoqiu, you see that life is really not a low point. Even if we think life is hard enough and there is really nothing worse to happen, God will still try to get us a blow."

Zhao Peng did not expect Zhang Xiaoqiu to react.

He knew it was difficult.

So he just put himself into Zhang Xiaoqiu's world and thought about what he heard before he could touch him slightly.

"Zhang Xiaoqiu, you must think I will comfort you, right? I was going to do this, but when I really sat here and looked at you, I suddenly didn't want to say too many words of comfort. I just wanted to tell you how we face our destiny."

Zhao Peng slowly told his story.

He didn't have to add fuel to the fire, he just told the stories of his previous life one by one.

Poverty, hunger, domestic violence, family disputes, mother injured, uncle framed...

One by one, he seemed to be telling Zhang Xiaoqiu, and he also told him to listen to it himself.

These pasts are the biggest driving force for progress.

It is precisely because he has experienced and is still experiencing these things that he is very sincere when he tells the story, without any false taste.

I said it for hours without realizing it.

He looked out the window and it was already dark.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother has not come back yet.

Zhang Xiaoqiu still remains the same, like a withered sculpture made of gypsum, without any human emotion.

"You wait first, I'll go see your mother and help you see your body."

He got up and was about to leave, but Zhang Xiaoqiu suddenly spoke.

"No need to look for it, she has gone back."

"Go back, where to go?" Zhao Peng did not react.

"What else can I have? Of course I am my hometown."

Zhang Xiaoqiu suddenly turned his face and smiled teasingly.

"Zhao Peng, do you think I'm pitiful?"

Zhao Peng was stabbed by her laughter and spoke for a moment.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother actually went home?!

Although it was not confirmed, it could be guessed that her mother completely left her here and didn't want to worry about it.

It may not be cured if you take it back.

If you put it here, you will not be able to throw the patient out of the hospital.

Very rogue, very heartless, but also helpless.

However, using this method will cause secondary harm to Zhang Xiaoqiu.

Just now, my mother threw herself in the hospital. This blow could be withstood by everyone, let alone a girl like Zhang Xiaoqiu who already feels insecure.

Therefore, her smile at this moment was filled with infinite sadness in her teasing.

despair.

Zhao Peng felt that at the moment she spoke, she should have no nostalgia for this world.

If she lets go, she really...

In this era, there are many people who commit suicide.

Especially girls.

At this time, he was like holding a porcelain covered with cracks. If he moved a little bigger, the porcelain would break into pieces.

Zhao Peng walked back to the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and smiled sincerely.

"Who is not a poor person? You are, and so are I. The stories I tell you are all real experiences, and many things have not been resolved yet and are still happening. Those evil people still live well and have not received any additional punishment for doing evil.

And kind people have not yet waited for the reward they deserve. Moreover, even if there is a reward, what's the use? The harm you have suffered has been rooted in the depths of your bone marrow and will never be erased. It hurts as long as you think of it.

But, classmate Zhang Xiaoqiu, look at me, are you still trying to survive? If I don’t tell you these things, do you think I am optimistic and sunny? In fact, sometimes I will be confused and disappointed with the world. But, I think again, why?!

Why can everyone live well? Why do those who do evil things live well? We good people who are kind to others should be bullied. Are kind people eating their family’s food? The more they don’t want us to live, the better we want to live!

That's why I have to study hard and make money. If my fate was a piece of duckweed floating in the wind before, then we would turn ourselves into a towering tree. As long as the roots of the tree are deeply rooted into the land, no one can shake us at all.

Zhang Xiaoqiu, the only thing people can really rely on is themselves. I will give you my way of dealing with pain. That is, whenever I encounter something that I cannot change for the time being and is still in great pain, I will tell myself, Zhao Peng, you should regard this matter as an objective existence.

Just like when we are walking on the road and suddenly tripped by a stone, we can easily kick the stone away. But if we hit a mountain, we can't kick the mountain away. If we still have to keep moving forward, we have to avoid the mountain for the time being and continue moving forward.

The small difficulties in life are small stones, and the difficulties we cannot shake for the moment are mountains. If we want to conquer the mountain, we do not have to hit it with our heads now, but constantly exercise our feet. Until we have the ability to climb, we choose to step on the mountain path from this side of the mountain, or step out a mountain path by ourselves and turn to the opposite side."

Zhang Xiaoqiu's smile slowly disappeared, and her expression became dim.

As I listened, I finally started to cover my face and cry.
To be continued...