Ultraman Blaze

In the Central Hospital——

Hanyu Xiangyu did not leave. He stood quietly not far away and watched the middle-aged man who was on the verge of collapse.

After being stunned for a long time, perhaps out of sympathy for the middle-aged man, Hanyu Xiangyu walked over to sit next to the middle-aged man, and tried to pat his back to comfort him.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looked at Hanyu Xiangyu beside him with moist eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

The care given by strangers is often the most damaging.

The middle-aged man burst into tears, tears slowly flowing down his cheeks, forming an obvious tear mark.

Perhaps it was the sudden concern that made the man feel a little warm. He gradually stopped crying and began to tell Hanyu Xiangyu beside him about his difficulties.

“When my son was seven years old, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed a large sum of money for treatment.

"My wife and I used up all our savings and borrowed money from relatives and neighbors to afford chemotherapy."

The middle-aged man spoke, shaking his head and sighing, his tone filled with countless helplessness.

"I had originally planned to raise enough money for my son's medical treatment by the end of last year, but his condition suddenly worsened and my wife couldn't bear it..."

When the middle-aged man reached this point, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he could not continue, and he could only tell Xiangyu in tears.

“…I really don’t have that much money…”

"…Why."

“Why does all the bad things happen to me?”

"Why……"

The middle-aged man tightly grasped the note and beat his right leg hard. He was venting his incompetence as a man and the unfair world.

Xiangyu looked at him with sympathy in his eyes and a complicated expression, but he remained indifferent.

He had no idea how to help this helpless middle-aged man.

Looking at his almost crazy appearance, Xiangyu felt heartbroken, as if such an unfair thing was happening to him.

Such emotions unconsciously reached Xiangyu's heart. When he once again thought of the scene of Luo Bingyang standing in front of him, a look of guilt appeared on his face without a trace.

Perhaps because he felt the same way, Xiangyu stayed with the middle-aged man for a while, and finally patted his shoulder comfortingly and encouraged him in a gentle voice:

"Come on, I believe your son will be fine."

The middle-aged man wiped away the tears from his eyes, looked at Xiangyu with emotion, nodded weakly and said, "Thank you, thank you..."

Xiangyu stood up and deliberately moved closer to the door. Through the glass window, he saw a little boy lying on a hospital bed with hoses inserted all over his body.

Xiangyu can't help much, but maybe he can do something...

After thinking for a while, Hanyu Xiangyu secretly memorized the location of the ward and left the central hospital.

The next day, he went to the Central Hospital to visit Luo Bingyang again, but this time, he had a bag of fruit in his hand.

Luo Bingyang's condition was much better than yesterday. Xiangyu felt relieved. He stayed with him from morning to afternoon before leaving the ward.

However, after leaving the ward, Xiangyu did not leave the hospital in a hurry. Instead, he turned the corner and came to the door of another ward. When he looked up, he saw the little boy still lying in the ward.

Xiangyu looked around and found that his father was not around. Then he gently pushed open the wooden door of the ward, walked slowly to the bedside, put a bag of fresh fruit in his hand on the cabinet, sat quietly beside the bed, looking at the little boy who was in a coma on the bed with a complicated expression.

The little boy looked to be no more than ten years old. He should be at a happy and carefree age, but he experienced pain that he shouldn't have experienced at this age.

After staying in the ward for a long time, until the red sunset fell on the screen window, Xiangyu got up and left. But when he turned around, the boy's father happened to come back.

This was a middle-aged man in his early forties. His face was sallow and haggard, the few remaining white hairs on his head were disheveled, and his messy suit looked like it had not been sorted for several days.

He recognized at a glance the strange young man who had comforted him outside the ward yesterday. His expression moved slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He hurriedly asked Xiangyu to sit down.

Then the two of them sat beside the bed, looking at the little boy and talking.

"..."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a long time. During the conversation, whenever the middle-aged man mentioned the expenses, a smile would appear on his face from time to time, trying to wipe away the embarrassment on his face in front of Xiangyu.

Xiangyu saw the dilemma on the man's face, and without hesitation he took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man.

At first the middle-aged man hurriedly declined, but Xiangyu was firm and insisted that he accept it, saying that he wanted to raise some medical expenses for the child and hoped to help the child.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to accept the five hundred yuan and bowed repeatedly to thank Xiangyu.

Although five hundred yuan is not a lot, Xiangyu was able to do his part to help this father and son who really needed help. He nodded with satisfaction, then stood up and said goodbye to the middle-aged man.

After Hanyu Xiangyu left, the middle-aged man turned around and sat next to his son, tightly holding the five hundred yuan that Xiangyu gave him.

He stared at his unconscious son on the hospital bed affectionately, then gently stroked the boy's tender face with his rough palms and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Son, there are still good people in this world..."

The middle-aged man caressed her, but the next second, his tender eyes were suddenly covered with a cold light, and his face gradually became stiff.

"…But five hundred dollars is not enough to cover the medical expenses…"

The intoxicating red sunset gradually sank, the breeze in the city gradually changed, and I could feel a hint of coolness when it blew across my cheeks.

……

Hanyu Xiangyu had stayed in the hospital for a long time but had not eaten yet. It was only after he left the hospital that his stomach started to growl.

So he chose a small restaurant near the hospital and ordered some home-cooked food.

There is a road in front of the small restaurant. Turn left and walk about one or two hundred meters to the Central Hospital. Across the road, in addition to the common restaurants and convenience stores, there is a bank branch.

Perhaps because it is close to the hospital, there are still many people staying in the bank to handle business even in the afternoon.

While waiting for the food, Xiangyu just took a quick glance and didn't pay much attention.

However, a moment later, there was suddenly a commotion across the street.

A gunshot suddenly broke the silence of the street.

Immediately afterwards, there were screams, sounds of fear, and noise from the crowd, all mixed with the sound of the roar of car engines and quickly spread.

People in the bank ran out one after another, with horror and fear on their faces, as if they were fleeing from something extremely terrifying.

Hearing the voice, Xiangyu put down his bowl and chopsticks without much thought, then ran out of the restaurant, crossed the overpass, walked against the flow of the crowd, and soon arrived at the door of the bank.