The Pillow of the Bad President

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Qin Sinian, who was wearing a green surgical gown, came out of the inpatient building. When he moved a little, his cervical spine was stiff and painful. The sun outside was so strong that he had to squint his eyes. He couldn't remember how many days it had been since he came back from South Africa. , muddled.

Beside him was a female nurse holding a medical record folder, reporting to her while carefully observing his expression.After finishing talking about the patient's condition and the operation schedule for the afternoon, I couldn't help but say something, "Dr. Qin, you have been on duty for several night shifts in a row, and the operation is almost full every day. If this goes on like this, hardcore people can't stand it. Do you want to rest for two days?

ah? "Although Qin Sinian has always been dedicated to his work, and he is also an idol admired by everyone in the Department of Cardiac Surgery, whether it is professional ability or the sense of responsibility as a doctor, no matter what, he can't be like this day and night. Drill yourself like a machine and hardly give yourself

Too much time to catch your breath.

Most of Qin Sinian at work used to be serious, and everyone in the hospital has long been used to it, but after returning from a short vacation this time, the female nurse felt that he was like a piece of cold iron that had been tempered thousands of times, silent and lonely. A little bit of heat, even lost the human taste...

"No need!" Qin Sinian pulled his lips.

No one knew that he had to work non-stop to numb his nerves.After smoking the last cigarette in his hand, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoes, and at the same time took out a new one from the cigarette case and lit it in his mouth. With the white smoke exhaled, his hoarse smoke Sang continued, "The 22-bed patient who has just undergone heart valve surgery must let him

Take the medicine on time, otherwise there will be a risk of blood clots, and then check the blood coagulation, cough cough..."

When talking about the latter, he suddenly coughed violently uncontrollably.

Qin Sinian coughed badly, not only was his body bent like a shrimp, but also his hands holding cigarettes were shaking non-stop. It took him a long time to stop coughing, and there were deep wrinkles between his brows due to pain .

Seeing this, the female nurse couldn't help persuading her, "Doctor Qin, you...you should stop smoking?"

Qin Sinian did not pinch out the cigarette, but asked, "Xiao Wu, has the dean returned from a meeting?"

"I'm back!" The female nurse nodded.

"Yeah." Qin Sinian pursed his lips in response.

His handsome and thin facial features are a little hazy behind the smoke, and Taohua's eyes are a little dark and unclear. He seems to be thinking about something, one after another, endlessly.

10 minutes later, the dean's office.

Qin Sinian was sitting on a comfortable leather chair, his white coat was hanging in the air, the teacup on the desk in front of him was steaming, and the air was filled with the scent of tea, but he never touched it.

Crossing his hands in front of him, after a long silence, he said in a dull voice, "Dean, I want to help Tibet."

……

six months later.

Although South Africa is richer than other parts of Africa, the disparity between the rich and the poor is still huge. In the cities, white people live in mansions and villas, but most of the black people live in slums.

More than 30 kilometers away from the urban area, there are continuous slums next to the highway.

It can’t be called a house. Looking around, it’s full of dense wooden sheds. They are built with some wooden boards or iron sheets. The top is simply covered with a layer of plastic sheeting and pressed with stones. It’s considered a shelter. .

"Crack!"

After Sang Xiaoyu pressed it lightly, she put down the camera and looked at the picture in the lens.

The hut transformed from an abandoned container is covered with barbed wire on one side. It looks like the concentration camp where Hitler imprisoned Jews during World War II. A little black girl with disheveled hair is squatting at the door. Her clothes are full of holes and she is sewing her hands with a needle. clothes.

There is a dark thing beside his hand, like bread, which he gnaws on from time to time.

Sang Xiaoyu came here with her colleagues in the station today to report on the living conditions of some people at the bottom of the South African society. The interview is basically over now, and the noon sun shines on her head. She sighed softly.

For children living here, not to mention going to school, even food and clothing are a problem.

Sang Xiaoyu rummaged through the bag, took out all the cash, beckoned to the little black girl, leaned over and stuffed the money into her palm.

The little black girl opened her mouth wide in surprise, then her eyes sparkled and she jumped up and down excitedly, thanking her non-stop, clasping her hands together and praying, "mi—will—bless—you!" Looking at the camera, he ran over, wiped off his sweat and asked, "Sister Xiaoyu, are you not used to this kind of place?"

"It's okay!" Sang Xiaoyu shook her head and replied with a smile, "When I was in Bingcheng, I often went to the orphanage, but it's just not pity for them!"

"It's fine for adults, it's really pitiful for these children to live here!" Yi Xuan said with emotion.

Sang Xiaoyu watched the little black girl happily run back into the container, and slowly stood up, "This kind of situation will happen in any country, and there is no way to avoid it. There are also many remote and backward places in China, and many children cannot afford to go to school. I also suffer from hunger!" Yi Xuan heard the words, nodded and said in agreement, "Yes, I remember that one year when I was in college, my classmates and I went to Tibet to teach during the winter vacation, and the children there were so pitiful! Some were only seven years old. Eight years old, not only has to take care of his younger sister, but also takes care of the elderly in the family, and goes back to the ground early after class every day

work in..."

Tibet……

Sang Xiaoyu's heart moved slightly.

Hearing the mention of Tibet in Yi Xuan's mouth, she couldn't help but think of the person who went to aid Tibet mentioned by her best friend Lin Wan Bai...

"Sister Xiaoyu, let's go back!" Yi Xuan reached out and pulled her.

Sang Xiaoyu pulled back her thoughts, nodded, "Yeah!"

Coming out of the slums, colleagues all returned to their cars one after another. After everyone was there, they turned around and headed back to the city.

It was only after driving for two or 300 meters that the car body suddenly shook violently. Sang Xiaoyu, who was looking down at her mobile phone, hit her head on the glass on one side. Fortunately, she reacted in time and quickly supported her with her hands.

The driver in front was controlling the steering wheel in a panic, but the car was still swaying from side to side, like an uncontrolled rampage, and all the wooden shed houses in sight were shaking, and many stones were pressing on them. And the tires all smashed down.

"Ah, what's going on!"

Yi Xuan, who was sitting next to her, was terrified, holding her hand and screaming.Sang Xiaoyu, who once had a similar experience in Yunnan, looked out the car window, and her heart sank, "No, it's an earthquake!"

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