Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

hospital.

The elevator opened with a ding, and Song Xilan walked in with the crowd holding the thermos in her hand.

The last time she seriously told Song Yanzhi that she wanted to pursue him, Song Yanzhi was so scared that he couldn't hold his chopsticks steadily.

That's right, she is a young lady with both talent and beauty, and people are lining up to pursue her. When has she ever pursued others?

Only Song Yanzhi had such good fortune, so it was understandable that he was very surprised for a moment.

She stood in the elevator and pressed the floor button, waiting happily to see what expression Song Yanzhi would have when he ate her loving lunch.

Just as the elevator was about to close, a hand reached out.

"Wait a minute!"

A burly man came in. He stood at the elevator door, opened the elevator which was about to close, and walked in.

The hospital's elevator is never idle. There were already quite a few people in the elevator at this time. As soon as the man came in, the elevator made an overloaded sound.

Song Xilan held the thermos, glanced at the man, and waited for him to go down.

Who knew that the man didn't move at all, but turned to look at the person next to him and said confidently, "Auntie, didn't you see that the elevator is overloaded? Get off!"

Next to him was an elderly man, holding a cloth bag and a payment slip.

She spoke cautiously, "My grandson is about to have surgery, and I'm in a hurry to go upstairs to pay his bill..."

"What does your grandson's surgery have to do with me? Didn't you see the elevator was overloaded?" the man shouted at her angrily, "Get off! Do you want all these people in the elevator waiting for you?"

At this time, other people in the elevator also became impatient and began to urge, "Come on, Auntie, we are in a hurry."

"Yeah, if you're told to get off, just go down and take the next one."

"Old people nowadays really take advantage of their age and waste our time."

The old woman's face, which was covered with wrinkles, was full of helplessness. She sighed and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

A young and clear voice sounded in the elevator. Everyone looked over and saw a young girl with beautiful curly hair, like a doll.

Song Xilan squeezed through the crowd to the outside and pulled the elderly woman who was about to leave the elevator back in. "This lady wasn't the last one to get on. Why should she get off?"

She turned to look at the burly man beside her and pointed a finger at him, "You, get off."

The other party saw that it was a little girl and laughed contemptuously, "I go down? Are you kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding you?" Song Xilan pointed at him. "You're the last one to get on, so you should be the one to get off! Besides, at 200 pounds, you'd be overweight for any elevator at this station."

The man frowned when he heard it, "How can you talk like that, little girl—eh—"

Before the man could finish his words, he was kicked in the knee, followed by another kick on the butt, which kicked him out of the elevator.

"Go down! You talk too much nonsense!"

Song Xilan quickly pressed the elevator button and pointed at the man outside and said, "Bullying the weak will be punished by thunder!"

The elevator door closed and silence ensued.

"Thank you, little girl." The old man looked up at Song Xilan, his eyes full of gratitude.

"You're welcome, grandma. It's the duty and responsibility of every citizen to stop this kind of thing."

She deliberately raised her voice as she spoke, "Respect the elderly and the young, and respect the elderly and the young of others. I learned this in elementary school, and anyone who has received nine years of compulsory education should know it. Besides, we all grow old, and there will be times when we need help. If everyone in the world bullies the weak like that man just now, then won't we also be bullied when we are old?"

She finished speaking, brushing back her bangs and saying, "If everyone could have a little empathy, the world would be such a wonderful place."

The people in the elevator lowered their heads and said nothing, perhaps out of shame or something else.

The elevator door opened and the old man walked out. He stood at the elevator door, holding the payment slip in his hand and looking around.

Song Xilan took a look and quickly followed him out of the elevator.

"Grandma, can't you find where to pay the bill?"

The old man looked at her with some embarrassment. "I'm illiterate and the doctor told me to go and pay the bill quickly. I wandered around for a long time before I realized the payment place was on this floor."

"It's okay, I'll take you there." Song Xilan looked at her with a smile and led her to the payment counter.

She accidentally saw the illness on the bill: the patient was eight years old and had cerebral hemorrhage.

Her fingertips trembled and she asked, "Grandma, did you come here by yourself? Where are your family members?"

The old man sighed deeply, his bony back almost bent, and his old eyes turned red.

"Everyone in my family has had a hard life. My son passed away when he was working on a construction site and was crushed to death by cement. He was less than 30 years old that year. He left behind my daughter-in-law and a pair of twin grandchildren."

"My daughter-in-law is so pitiful. She has never remarried and has taken care of me, a useless mother. This year, life has finally gotten a little better, but two nights ago, my eldest grandson had an accident..."

The old man choked up and cried, wiping his tears. "I don't know who was so cruel as to attack an eight-year-old child and cut his throat with a knife..."

Song Xilan's breath caught as he listened, and the blood in his body turned cold.

An eight-year-old child was murdered?

"Have you reported the case? Has the murderer been found?"

The old man shook his head. "I've reported the case, but there's still no news. My daughter-in-law went crazy the moment she saw my grandson's body. She said it was because she asked my eldest grandson to go out to buy soy sauce that he was killed. Without saying a word, she took my youngest grandson and jumped from the eighth floor... My daughter-in-law died on the spot, but my youngest grandson is lucky and is now in the hospital for treatment..."

The old woman spoke with great sorrow about the misfortunes that had happened to her in just a few days. Now she was the only one left at home with the child who was being rescued. She had no time to be sad and could only raise money everywhere.

Walking to the payment counter, Song Xilan looked at her hands, which were as old as tree bark, and tremblingly took out all the coins and small changes from the cloth bag, including the coins wrapped in an old handkerchief...

Song Xilan felt so suffocated that she couldn't breathe. She had lived a smooth life since she was a child and never thought that for some people, just living was so difficult.

......

When the ward door was pushed open, Song Yanzhi was leaning on the edge of the bed, preparing to get out and walk.

Song Xilan saw his movements and shouted, "Song Yanzhi, you are risking your life!"

The voice was quite loud, and Song Yanzhi was startled and immediately sat down on the bed. He turned his head and was about to say something when he suddenly looked into her eyes carefully.

"Miss, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?"

"Who's crying?" Song Xilan walked to the bedside and placed the thermos on the cabinet next to him. "I brought you some food."

She then instructed, "Song Yanzhi, don't waste food. I won't waste food in the future either."