As they passed by, I saw the face of the man on the stretcher. His face was full of pockmarks and there was a big black mole on his chin.
It was Jack.
In an instant, I felt my limbs stiffen and my blood freeze.
He was rescued.
After simple first aid, he was transferred to our department.
When I was making rounds, he was sitting on the bed, deliberately exposing his disabled right hand.
He held his fingers and asked me in a trembling voice, "Will the treatment of my illness cost a lot of money?"
Faced with this familiar and disgusting scene, I clenched the pen in my hand tightly.
I tried hard to suppress the urge to turn around and run away.
I gave the instructions and had an examination for him.
In my previous life, I knew he was in financial distress. After learning about Jack's unfortunate life experience, I felt pity and sympathy for the people at the bottom of society.
I replaced most of the examinations with questioning and palpation, but I didn't expect that those normal touches during the examinations would arouse his obscene desires.
"You'd better get surgery as soon as possible. Pay fifty thousand dollars deposit for hospitalization first!"