小故事大情怀——
She Is My Friend
Once a bomb landed in an orphanage. Several children were wounded, including an 8 year-old girl.
People from the village requested medical help from a nearby hospital. Soon, a doctor and several nurses arrived.
They found out the girl was the most seriously injured. Without a quick blood transfusion, she would die of shock and loss of blood.
A quick test showed that none of the adults had the correct type, but several of the uninjured orphans did.
The doctor tried to explain to the frightened children that unless he could replace some of the girl's lost blood, she would certainly die.
Then he asked if anyone would be willing to give blood to help. The request was met with silence.
After several moments, a small hand slowly went up, dropped back down, and then went up again. He was Heng.
Heng was quickly laid on a bed. A needle inserted in his arm.
After a moment, he let out a sob, quickly covering his face with his free hand.
When the doctor asked him if the needle hurt, he shook his head.
But soon his occasional sobs gave way to steady, silent crying. Something seemed wrong.
The doctor spoke to the boy softly and after a moment, the patient stopped crying and a look of happiness spread over his face.
Glancing up, the doctor said to the nurses, "he thought he was dying. He misunderstood me. He thought I had asked him to give all his blood so the little girl could live."
"But why would he be willing to do that?" one of the nurses asked.
The doctor repeated the question to the boy, who answered simply, "she's my friend."
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