My biological black technology

"I'm so damn mean, why would I post it on Moments if I have nothing to do with it?"

"I really want to chop my hands off..."

Early the next morning, Cheng Xiang went for a morning jog without exception. The consequences of his friend circle came out. Every time he met an acquaintance, he had a look that Cheng Xiang hated. He said congratulations, but his eyes were annoyingly tight and meaningful.

"Cheng Xiang, awesome."

"Cheng Xiang, you are this!"

A simple three kilometers gave Cheng Xiang the torment of running a marathon.

What happened during the meal made Cheng Xiang feel that he suddenly had so many acquaintances today, so he ate in a hurry and left the school.

The popularity of the Internet comes and goes quickly. Anyway, it would take a few days before he would officially take up the post. Cheng Xiang was going to go out to avoid the limelight. It was impossible to go home. With his mother's gossipy temper, Cheng Xiang felt like he would explode on the spot.

"Where to go?"

After boarding a bus at the school gate in confusion, Cheng Xiang sat by the window and looked out the window, thinking about how to earn more experience points. As he thought about it, his mind wandered. He thought of the Starry Sky Biological Battleship, and thought of the Starry Sky Biological Battleship. After getting the Dyson membrane, think again.

An hour passed.

"Hey, young man, we're getting off the bus and we're at the terminal!" He was suddenly tapped on the shoulder and a rough voice rang in his ears. Only then did Cheng Xiang come back to his senses. He turned around and looked blankly. When he got on the bus, there was a full bus. People, now only themselves and the driver are in the car.

"The terminal?" Cheng Xiang asked.

"Yes, young man, you look like you have sat down and stood up." The middle-aged uncle was not in a hurry to chase people away, "Look at you, a young man, a college student, you look so lethargic, are you broken in love? "

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

Cheng Xiang: "..."

What a mess, Cheng Xiang quickly escaped from the bus.

Take a look at the stop sign.

"City Cancer Hospital?"

"What a coincidence?"

When we walked to the roadside, the sun was just right, and the Municipal Cancer Hospital was less than fifty meters ahead. There were many people passing by, but their faces were solemn and they were coming and going in a hurry.

Thinking about the new topic mentioned by the instructor yesterday.

Cheng Xiang suddenly had a plan.

“I feel bored when I’m free.”

"You're already here, let's go and have a look."

Cheng Xiang walked towards the hospital. When he reached the door of the hospital, Cheng Xiang saw a scene that was hard to see in front of an ordinary hospital.

Several family members of the patients were slumped on the roadside, with a QR code in front of them and a piece of hard-shell paper next to them with a request for donations written on it. In addition, it also came with the hospital's medical records and diagnoses. Pedestrians passed by, glanced at it, 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 people returning to poverty due to illness has been greatly alleviated. However, when it comes to diseases such as cancer, it is still difficult to rely on social security alone to provide comprehensive care. So, the hospital is left to these overwhelmed families asking for help at the hospital door.

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

The middle-aged woman looked haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, and she seemed to have been crying recently.

Cheng Xiang paid attention to her entirely because of the photo posted on the cardboard in front of her.

A lively and cute little girl, with two pigtails and big eyes, very cute. Shen Luoyun, eight years old, has leukemia.

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

Cheng Xiang didn't comfort her, and the middle-aged woman didn't need comfort either.

She silently turned on her mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and entered the corresponding Red Cross fundraising platform. She took a look at the amount of money pledged. The total amount was 200,000, and 80,000 had been raised. After looking at the woman’s family property details, she found that the family was indeed deep-rooted. I don’t need to go into details about the embarrassment and suffering. Every ordinary family suffering from a serious illness is probably like this. Cheng Xiang didn't want to see that either, he just wanted to see if the back adjustment was completed.

Today, the Huaguo Red Cross fundraising platform has developed very well. It is basically difficult to cheat on donations. Anyone who can publish fundraising information on this platform is basically credible.

Confirm that there is no problem with the deposit. Cheng Xiang did not hesitate. He had an eight-digit savings. Although he planned to invest it in future experiments and would not use it exclusively to enjoy life, life was precious, especially the life of a young child.

Adults should take responsibility for themselves, but children need protection.

Enter the amount.

Cheng Xiang directly collected the rest of the fundraising amount.

"Take care of the children." Cheng Xiang left quickly.

"Thank you." The middle-aged woman bowed her head and thanked her. Suddenly, there was a soft ding sound, and the woman took out a smartphone with a smeared screen in her trouser pocket.

SMS reminder.

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

"Is it full?"

"How can this be."

"It was only a little over 80,000 yuan before, why did it suddenly..." The woman patted her hands and face hard, regardless of her hands and face, which were turning purple from the cold.

Face hurts...

"It's true!" The woman was instantly surrounded by huge surprises. The child was saved. Nothing was more important than this. She stood up with force, knelt on the ground for a long time and struggled several times before standing up.

"Is it him?" The woman thought of the young man who had just stopped in front of her for a short time. The time just happened to match. She hated that she kept her head down. She only remembered a pair of white sports shoes and that young voice.

Looking up and looking around, there are crowds of people everywhere, where can I find them? The woman couldn't help but slap herself in the mouth.

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

Today's hospital management is no better than before. The inpatient building cannot be entered without identity authentication. However, there are no restrictions on the outpatient building.

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

Cancer hospitals, as long as they register here, most people will not be able to feel calm.

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

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

Cheng Xiang walked forward silently. When it comes to human suffering, hospitals can see it most clearly. Without a hospital, it is difficult to feel the weight of life and the preciousness of health.

While walking, Cheng Xiang came to the pediatric leukemia department.

There are dozens of seats in the small square in the corridor, and the seats are already filled with parents holding their children. The originally lively and lovely child was no longer as active as he should be at this age. The disease had weakened his thin body, and his eyes were full of weakness.

Parents of children in twos and threes communicated with each other in low voices, either looking for more possibilities for a successful cure for their children, exchanging and learning nursing experiences, or talking about the reasons for the illness. Some were indignant, and some were regretful. Stack.

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