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It was raining heavily, and there were few pedestrians on the road. He looked out the window and sighed.

With such a heavy rain, I don't know how many homeless people can't find shelter.How many people will die in the corner tomorrow morning.

He blew out the candles, lay on the bed and tightened the quilt again and again, thinking that although it was the end of summer, the cold was still a bit abnormal.

While asleep, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.The voice was louder than loud, and the person who knocked on the door had something very important to do.

He hurriedly got up and dressed, and went to open the door before he had time to tie his hair.

There was a young monk outside the door, the heavy rain soaked his whole body, but he didn't notice it, he just bowed to him, and said eagerly: "You take the liberty to trouble me, it's really urgent, please go with the poor monk, doctor."

"Yes, I'm going to get the medicine box, just wait a moment." He folded his body while answering.

The room is simple, except for the lobby where the doctor is treated, there is only one bedroom, and the back hall where the kitchen and toilet are located.

The medicine box was placed in the wardrobe next to the bed, and the cloth strips were frayed and frizzy, but they were clean.This is because he often visits the doctor, and after each visit, he will take off the cloth and clean it.

The rain was getting heavier, and he didn't have time to go around to the back hall to get an umbrella, so he had to rush into the rain with the monk.

He hadn't tied his hair yet, he knew it was extremely rude, but he couldn't care less about it.

He is a doctor, and he has always had only human life in his eyes.How can such false courtesy be worth a human life.

The monk led the way, and seeing the darkening night, he quickened his pace.But he kept thinking in his heart: This doctor is an extremely kind-hearted person.

It was late at night, and he went to almost all the medical clinics, and almost all of them were shut down.

There are also doctors who are willing to visit the doctor, but they all shook their heads and refused when they heard that he wanted to walk the mountain road during the heavy rain.

The doctor's clinic is the most remote one in the city, probably only poor people who can't afford the medicine will come here to see a doctor.

He didn't know there was a medical clinic here at first, and it was the beggar who was sheltering from the rain on the street who saw him anxious, so he told him that there was a warm-hearted young doctor here, whose medical skills were no worse than those of the big pharmacies.

So he looked for it with the last ray of hope, never thought that this person would not even ask, so he followed him.

He glanced back at the doctor.

The man's hair was soaked by the rain, but he just pursed his lips tightly and followed him closely without saying a word, as if the patient was his relative, even more urgent than himself.

The monk sighed in a low voice. After chanting sutras for more than ten years, he was not as compassionate as an ordinary person.

When we arrived at the temple, the monk stopped.The doctor also stopped and looked up at the name of the temple.

Watson Temple.

Crossing lives crossing lives, but I don't know whose lives can be crossed.

He lowered his head and urged the monk in a hoarse voice: "Go in quickly."

The monk led him to the eaves, seeing that he was shivering from the cold, he couldn't help suggesting: "Sir, why don't you change your clothes first."

He shook his head: "It's important to see the patient."

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write a Danmei article in the series of short stories, because I think this story can only be about the relationship between two men.