"I have already reported the rescue team. If people like them continue to do this, they will be a cancer to society!"
I nodded, but I could only speak with an angry voice, "The father of the child died."
As the words fell, his face was filled with sympathy.
He offered to take care of me until I was discharged from the hospital.
I declined his kind offer.
I transferred the hospitalization and surgery fees to him and persuaded him to leave.
Even though the man had left, online public opinion continued to rage.
The topic of the fire in the backyard of the rescue team leader carried its own heat.
At this moment, it had already hit a hot search headline on major software platforms.
My neighbor kindly posted a photo of me lying on the ground in the comment section.
It instantly sparked a heated discussion across the Internet and everyone cursed the rescue team for only focusing on putting out fires.
Turning a blind eye to a pregnant woman and the life in her belly.
If that was the case, then they should be called a fire brigade team, not a rescue operation team.
I had scrolled through the comments section of the cyberbullying and felt that this punishment was still too light for Jeremiah.