The old man's leg had a very deep cut, and he was bleeding continuously.

He Wei immediately took off his knitted sweater jacket and tightly tied the old man's legs with his sleeves, fearing that he would bleed to death due to injury to the aorta.

"Wait a minute, I'll stop the car, I'll stop the car!" He Wei gasped for breath, obviously frightened.

She has studied medicine, and although she gave up halfway, she still knows simple first aid common sense. She told the old gentleman to stay on the spot and wait for her rescue.

Soon, a rickshaw passed by with a forty-year-old gentleman in the car.

He Wei hurriedly stopped the car and asked if he could take the old gentleman to the hospital.

The old man was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and dyed He Wei's beige sweater through, looking very scary.

The gentleman in the car got out of the car and gave the driver money: "Send the injured person to the nearest hospital. I'll wait for the next car. I'll give you another ten yuan. Don't worry about the car getting dirty."

He Wei was very grateful: "Thank you sir, you will be rewarded with good people."

The gentleman smiled bitterly and told her to stop dawdling.

The driver carried the old gentleman to the car, and He Wei followed, holding on to the handlebars. As fast as the driver ran, she ran as fast as she could, without daring to stop.

When she got to the door of the hospital, she knelt on the ground as if she was exhausted.

The nurses carried the old gentleman in, and He Wei moved in one step at a time.

Her face was covered in sweat, her hair was soaking wet, and she ran so fast that she reached the door of the emergency room, slumped to the ground, and briefly lost consciousness.

"Give her oxygen." Someone next to me said.

He Wei felt that this voice was very familiar.

After she took five minutes of oxygen, and finally came through this breath, the nurse took the document to her and asked if the old man was his relatives.

"He has no family, he is my neighbor, a lonely old man." He Wei said, "Take my name as a family member, write him... whatever name you want."

The nurse didn't demand that, because the old man looked like a tramp.

She wrote "Johnson" at random, and then asked He Wei to pay.

He Wei didn't bring any money with him, and the fare for taking the old man to the hospital was given by the middle-aged man who was stopped by her.

"Can I go back and get the money? He was in a car accident. I was too anxious to get downstairs, so I didn't take anything." He Wei said.

The nurse was unhappy, for fear that she would run away and the old tramp would use medical resources for nothing.

"It's on my account." A young voice said behind him.

He Wei saw the white figure walking in. He took off his mask, revealing the young and handsome face of George Swick.

She was running with the driver at the time, and she didn't know the nearest hospital, the one jointly run by the church and the Luo family, and she didn't know that George was working here now.

The last time we fought, it was more than 20 days ago. George's nose was injured by her, and he was completely healed, and there was no scar left.

"No need." He Wei said, "I'll go back and get it."

George said: "It's so late, why don't you go back tomorrow morning to get it, I'll vouch for it. The patient will also live here tonight, do you want to stay with him?"

He Wei gritted his teeth.

The nurse smiled and said, "Dr. Swick knows her?"

There was a strong sadness on George's face, and he hummed.

"Well, I don't need you to pay the bill. I'll go back and get it tomorrow morning. Can I go see him?" He Wei said.

George is the doctor on duty in the emergency department today. He took He Wei to the old gentleman's ward and asked her, "How do you know such a homeless person? Are you still safe?"

He Wei said: "He is not a tramp, he is a poet!"

The old gentleman had long hair, a long beard, and was sloppy, which made one suspect that he had lice. His clothes were tattered. After being hit by a car, they were scratched in several places, and covered in ashes.

Looking at him now, he is a veritable homeless man.

"Wei Wei, I..." George lowered his voice, "I have no ill intentions."

He Wei ignored him.

She entered the ward.

The old gentleman had bled a lot and was very weak at the moment. He smiled when he saw He Wei: "Thank you, did you faint just now?"

"I'm running too fast, I'll have to exercise more often in the future." He Wei said.

She glanced at George again and said, "There is no need to trouble the doctor here, you can go to work."

George hesitated, but left.

The back of the old gentleman's hand was also a little torn and crusted.

He stretched out his hand to He Wei, and He Wei took his hand.

"I almost thought that car was going to kill me. You know what's the most ironic?" the old gentleman asked.

He Wei shook his head: "What is it?"

"That car is a factory I invested in, and it's my own," the old gentleman said.

He Wei said: "Why didn't you do it later?"

"It's boring, it's better to write poetry." The old gentleman said, "Poetry is the most beautiful thing in the world, and it is worth fighting for for a lifetime."

He Wei doesn't know much about cars, and he doesn't know the brand of the vehicle that caused the accident, and naturally he doesn't know who its founder is.

However, there are ups and downs in a person's life. He Wei thinks it's okay to go bankrupt. At least he still has a house to live in, drinks, and the pursuit of writing poetry, which is good.

"I also think poetry is very beautiful. Like flowers, it can embellish this vulgar world." He Wei said.

At this time, it was just after one o'clock in the morning.

The old man lost too much blood and was so tired that he couldn't help falling asleep, but He Wei had no sleepiness.

Sitting in front of the hospital bed, she only had the shadow of the car in her heart—it turns out that life is so fragile, yet so strong.

She indulges in her own love torment, which is too short-sighted.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the ward twice.

He Wei turned back and saw George standing at the door with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.

"Add some energy, you're too tired." George said, "I'll ask the nurse to get you a cot later."

He Wei did not answer.

George insisted on handing it to her.

"No, I don't want to drink hot cocoa." He Wei said, "Please don't disturb the patient's rest."

"I need to check his wound, and the doctor's visit can't be called to disturb." George said, "Wei Wei, can we talk?"

He Wei said: "What to talk about?"

"Come out." George said.

He Wei said: "I have nothing to talk about with you?"

"Then I'm here to talk?" George said.

He Wei was afraid of waking up the old gentleman, so he had to say, "Let's go out and talk."

She walked out of the hospital with George and sat down in the small pavilion beside the flower bed at the gate.

George passed her hot cocoa, which he knew she liked to drink when she was tired.

He Wei couldn't break free, so he had to catch it.

Huo Yue was too busy to hear that He Wei ran out of the house late at night because the old gentleman next door to her was admitted to the hospital.

It was so late that Huo Yue was worried and came to the hospital in person.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw two people in the flower bed pavilion. He stopped.