The elderly man dropped his belongings, hurriedly picked up the child, and went to find a hospital.
This was near the commercial street where there wasn't even a clinic.
Let alone a hospital.
Outside, there was wind and snow, with snow half a foot thick, making it difficult to walk steadily. The elderly man wrapped the child in his tattered cotton-padded jacket, shuffled along, and diligently searched for a hospital.
Finally, after walking about two kilometers, he found a hospital.
He rushed the child inside.
"Doctor, doctor, please come quickly and take a look at this child. The child is sick."
With all this commotion, the old man no longer felt cold; in fact, sweat was dripping down his forehead.
The nurse glanced at the filthy and foul-smelling old beggar, with deep reluctance in her heart.
But seeing the child in the old man's arms, she knew that if something went wrong now, she couldn't shirk the responsibility as a nurse.
