1 It was a story that happened in an orphanage in Vietnam. Due to the indiscriminate bombing by planes, a bomb was thrown into the orphanage. Several children and a staff member were killed. dead. Several other children were injured. One of the little girls bled a lot and was seriously injured!
Fortunately, a medical team arrived here soon. There were only two people in the team, a female doctor and a female nurse. The female doctor quickly performed first aid, but there was a problem with the little girl, because the little girl bled a lot and needed a blood transfusion, but there was no plasma available among the few medical supplies they brought. So the doctor decided to collect the information locally. She tested the blood of everyone present, and finally found that several children had the same blood type as the little girl. However, the problem arose again, because the doctor and nurse only spoke a little bit of Vietnamese and English, while the staff and children at the orphanage present only understood Vietnamese.
So, the female doctor tried her best to use her Vietnamese and a lot of hand gestures to tell the children, "Your friend is seriously injured, she needs blood, and you need to give her a blood transfusion!" "Finally, the children nodded, as if they understood, but there was a trace of fear in their eyes!
None of the children said a word, and no one raised their hands to express their willingness to donate blood! The female doctor did not expect such an ending! I was stunned for a moment, why were they unwilling to donate blood to save their friends? Didn't they understand what was said to them just now? Suddenly, a small hand was slowly raised, but it was put down again just halfway. It was raised again after a while, and never put down again!
The doctor was very happy and immediately took the little boy to the temporary operating room and let him lie on the bed. The little boy lay stiffly on the bed, watching the needle slowly being inserted into his tiny arm, and watching his blood being drained away bit by bit! Tears flowed down my cheeks unconsciously. The doctor nervously asked if the needle hurt him, and he shook his head. But the tears still didn't stop. The doctor started to panic a little, because she always felt that something must be wrong, but where was it? It's impossible for a needle to hurt this child!
At the critical moment, a Vietnamese nurse rushed to the orphanage. The female doctor told the Vietnamese nurse the situation. The Vietnamese nurse hurriedly lowered her body and talked to the child on the bed. Soon after, the child burst into laughter. It turned out that those children had misunderstood the female doctor's words and thought she was going to drain a person's blood to save the little girl. The little boy cried when he thought that he would die soon! The doctor finally understood why no one volunteered to donate blood just now! But there was one thing she didn't understand. "Since he thought he would die after donating blood, why did he volunteer to donate blood?" the doctor asked the Vietnamese nurse.
So the Vietnamese nurse asked the little boy in Vietnamese, and the little boy answered quickly and without thinking. The answer was simple, only a few words, but it moved everyone present. He said: "Because she is my best friend!" 2 There are two friends who are in adversity and love, and they are like brothers. God did not believe that there was true friendship in the world, so he designed to test them.
One day, the two friends lost their way in the desert and faced death. At this time, God appeared: "My child, there are two apples on the tree in front of you. If you eat the bigger one, you can resist death and walk out of the desert. The smaller one can only make you linger, and eventually you will die." A painful death."
The two friends walked forward for a while and found a tree and two apples on the tree. However, none of them would touch the fruit that would bring the light of life to a person.
It was late at night, and the two good friends stared at each other affectionately. They both believed that this was their last night.
When the sun rose again from one end of the desert, one of the friends woke up and found that the other friend was gone, and there was only a small, dry apple left on the tree. He was disappointed, not because of death, but because of the betrayal of his friends. He ate the apple angrily and continued walking forward. After walking for more than half an hour, he saw his friend lying on the ground. His friend had stopped breathing, but he was holding a smaller apple tightly in his hand.