81. Feng Xinghua's Epiphany

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Telling the uncle her name is just to reassure his heart, and does not expect his future repayment.

Wei Guoqiang twitched the corners of his mouth, still unable to laugh, nodded, turned and left the ward.

Feng Jiaojiao glanced at the ward and sat down on the empty bed next to Yang Zhongyi's bed.

There are six beds in this ward. In addition to Yang Zhongyi, there are two other patients. One is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, hanging on one leg, accompanied by a middle-aged husband and wife to eat; and a little girl of six or seven years old. Lying on the bed, with a sallow and weak face, looking at Feng Jiaojiao with a pair of eyes, a woman in her thirties sat next to her, her head lowered with a frown.

The aunt who accompanied the boy heard the whole conversation, and when Wei Guoqiang left, she finally couldn't contain her curiosity, widened her eyes, and asked with a gossip face, "Little girl, you don't know this person and just now. That man?" Lifting his chin, he tapped Yang Zhongyi, who was unconscious on the bed.

Feng Jiaojiao pulled the corner of her mouth and shook her head. She sat on the chair beside Yang Zhongyi's hospital bed and didn't answer.

She has no obligation, and she doesn't have the heart to satisfy other people's gossip heart.

Seeing that Feng Jiaojiao didn't speak, the middle-aged woman thought she was arrogant and didn't want to talk to her. She gave Feng Jiaojiao a disdainful look, and muttered in her heart that this girl was probably a fool, she looked down at her son to eat, and said with a smile, "Good son, slow down. What do you want to eat at night? Mom will bring it to you."

The fourteen-fifteen boy swallowed a mouthful of bone broth and said vaguely, "Didn't you buy pork? I want to eat dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions." After that, he continued to eat the pure white rice in the lunch box. The expression showed no respect for a mother.

The middle-aged woman nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, Mom will make you big meat dumplings." Her face was full of love.

The middle-aged man sat on the chair the whole time, lowered his head, and didn't say a word.

Feng Xinghua sat on the bed with no one next to her holding the cloth bag with the buns, staring at the bag in her hand, wondering what she was thinking.

Today's day is the most touching day for Feng Xinghua to live for 19 years.

She used to see her sister give things from her home to Feng Chuxia or other people in the village who were about to starve to death. She also heard from family members that she would also give it at school, and she also gave money to support two or three people who had no money to go to school.

Because of this, she made a lot of noise. P

She always felt that her sister was the stupidest person in the world. She gave other people the rations and money that her family had saved by living frugally. Isn't she a fool?

But today, her worldview has been turned upside down. Feng Jiaojiao saved the person who was about to be beaten to death and paid medical bills for the people she didn't know. Although she didn't agree or understand at the beginning, she had nothing to say to save a person. It wasn't her money that was spent, and she had no right to object.

Seeing that her sister was generous, she could carry no less than one hundred yuan with her, and she was sure that the money was not given by her grandmother Feng Zhao.

Silently vowed to do more good deeds in the future, so that you can collect blessings and have a rich life in your next life.

But just now, the middle-aged uncle was holding the steamed bun, with tears in his eyes, he was hesitant to say anything, as if no words could express his gratitude, he just asked her sister's name with choked sobs, and remembered that forever. Kindness, I will have the opportunity to repay later,

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