Lawyer's character

When Fang Yi found the child, the child was undergoing examination. He was sitting outside the door, and his wife was inside with the child.

"Fang Yi, I'm really troubling you today!" Shengzi said with red eyes and a tired look on his face.

"What are you talking about? They are all from the same village. This is nothing. How is the child?" Fang Yi asked.

Although the child in front of him is only one year younger than Fang Yi, the hardships in life make him look like a man in his fifties.

His hair was as messy as autumn wormwood, his face was covered with fine wrinkles, his skin was like dead tree bark, it had long lost its luster, and his big hands were covered with calluses. There is still a bit of a man in his thirties there.

Shengzi let out a long sigh before speaking: "The doctor in the county said there is no cure, so he asked me to come to the city to have a look..."

Just as he said this, a doctor came out and called the child in. Fang Yi sat down on the bench at the door and waited.

About half an hour later, the child walked out holding the child with a blank expression, followed by the skinny wife who kept wiping tears.

The wife sat down and took the child from her hands. She held her son in her arms and tried not to cry, but her tears fell like broken beads on the floor of the hospital corridor.

A few minutes later, a male doctor came out and came to the child: "If you don't think about it anymore, the surgery fee only costs 80,000 yuan. 80,000 yuan can save the child's life."

The child was silent for a moment and then said: "Doctor, we are not going to treat the child. The family has been unable to solve the problem of treating the child before. We owe a lot of famine. These 80,000 yuan... it is better for us to have another child."

After hearing the words of giving birth to a child, the wife could no longer suppress the grief in her heart and burst into tears. Her cries were heart-wrenching to hear.

Fang Yi felt uncomfortable, the doctor sighed, turned around and left silently.

"When you have a baby, why don't you ask the village chief to find a solution? The baby must be treated!" Fang Yi advised.

"What else can I do? I'll borrow whatever the village can borrow. I only earned two to three thousand yuan a year from working in the fields. Now I still owe the village more than five thousand yuan. I really have no choice... "Ikko said, squatting down, holding his head in his hands and crying.

Fang Yi also fell silent. He did have some money on hand. The 50,000 yuan that Sister Lan and his wife gave him before was still lying in his bank account. This money could be used to help give birth to a child. As for the other money...his money was not big. Whatever you bring in, you have to keep some living expenses. This is called living within your ability.

Fang Yi sent his family of three back home. When he got home, it was already past two in the morning. He lay in bed and couldn't sleep. He felt that he had to do something.

Early the next morning, Fang Yi told his father about the birth of his son.

"Dad, I want to give 50,000 yuan to the family who gave birth to the child for emergency help." After Fang Yi washed up, he wiped his face with a towel in his hand and said.

Fang Yi understood that taking 50,000 yuan for the child was actually similar to a donation. With the current situation of the child's family, there would be no time to pay back the money.

He grew up in the village. The older generation in the village often said: Don't keep unexpected wealth, otherwise it will cause disaster. This means that the unexpected windfall cannot always be kept in your hands, but should be spread out to avoid disasters.

This 50,000 yuan was not earned by Fang Yi based on his own ability. It was considered a small windfall. If he took it all out at once, it would be false to say that he didn’t feel heartbroken. But if he held on to it, Fang Yi was worried that something would happen sooner or later. This time he would Taking out the money and using it to give birth to a child is a way of accumulating some karmic virtue for oneself.

Fang Youcai listened to Fang Yi's words without saying a word. He took out a large pipe and filled a pipe of tobacco, squatted under the eaves and started smoking.

After taking three or four puffs, Fang Youcai said calmly: "I don't object to you giving money to give birth to a child. After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is a good thing to accumulate evil virtue."

If it's a few hundred yuan, or even a thousand yuan, I won't say anything. I support you in doing this. But if you take 50,000 yuan at once, you have to think clearly. "

"Why?" Fang Yi asked puzzled.

Whether it’s one hundred or fifty thousand, isn’t it life-saving money? What's the difference? Fang Yi couldn't figure it out.

"The family that gave birth to a child is poor, and many famines have been caused just to treat the child's illness, so there must be no thought of paying back the money. This money will basically be wasted, and everyone in the village knows it.

If you give out so much money at once, what will other people think? Many of the relatives of the child-bearing family have better living conditions than our family, and our family is not related to the child-bearing family. If you give fifty thousand to the child-bearing family, you are not asking the child-bearing family Can't relatives come to Taiwan?

People in the village want to show their dignity. Even if they don't say it to your face, they will definitely scold you behind your back for being pushy, coercing everyone into spending money, and offending people for no reason. We can't do things that don't go well without spending money. "Fang Youcai took two more puffs of dry cigarette and said.

Fang Yi was silent for a moment and then said: "Yes, I understand."

After dinner in the morning, before Fang Yi went out, Fang Mao came over. After asking about his visit to the hospital yesterday, he also fell silent when he heard that he was about to give up treatment for the child.

"Let's do this. I'll call on the village to ask everyone to donate some money, and then apply to the township to see if they can get some subsidies. That's all I can do." Fang Mao said helplessly.

After Fang Yi heard this, he immediately expressed his willingness to donate five hundred.

Fang Mao left. At noon, the loudspeaker at the head of the village dialed the donation proposal, and Fang Yi went to the village committee to donate money. In the evening, Fang Yi went to Fang Mao again and asked about the donation, but Fang Mao only replied that it was a drop in the bucket.

After dinner, Fang Yi went to Shengzi's house. Standing at the door of Shengzi's yard, he saw that the yard was dark and the room was dimly lit.

Fang Yi called out "Sister" and walked in. Shengzi opened the door and saw Fang Yi, and let him in. The house has earthen walls and stone walls at the corners.

There was nothing else in the room except a leathered wooden table and two black wooden stools with legs twisted by wires. The fire was kept alive half-heartedly, and there was an indescribable smell in the room. The smell is very unpleasant. Under the dim light, the family looked even more impoverished.

In the house, the wife who gave birth to a baby was sitting on the kang with her baby in her arms and she couldn't stop crying. Her voice had become hoarse from crying. The baby seemed to be asleep in her arms.

There was half a bowl of cold stick porridge on the wooden table. Shengzi pulled a wooden stool and gave it to Fang Yi: "Brother Yi, thank you for taking us to the hospital."

Fang Yi sighed: "They are all from the same village, don't talk about it. How are the children?"

"I just took the medicine, it can only last. Let's live one day at a time." She said weakly.

Fang Yi glanced at the mother-in-law who was sitting on the kang holding her child in a daze. He was afraid of waking up the child and whispered: "Let's talk outside."

Shengzi nodded, picked up his old cotton-padded jacket, and followed Fang Yi out. It was very dark in the yard, so Fang Yi had no choice but to go out of the gate and walk under the street lights outside the yard, waiting to give birth.

"Brother Yi, what's the matter?" Shengzi squatted under the street lamp with a slumped head and asked, as if his spine had been ripped out.