By SYZ站長 | 2020/02/05 |
There was an epidemic of a strange disease that only affected young children. There was no history of such a disease, and the symptoms worsened extremely quickly. Doctors were helpless, and children were dying one after the other.
A wealthy man’s only son also contracted this disease. The wealthy man searched for answers everywhere and found out that this disease originated from another country. One cure existed; one dose of a vaccine was all that he needed. However, the vaccine was very expensive and would lose its effectiveness in 72 hours, even if kept on ice. The vaccine was also difficult to cultivate, and so it had to be purchased by the batch.
“I only need one dose!” the wealthy man messaged.
“We don’t sell single doses. The minimum order is 12 in a batch,” the other side replied rigidly.
Even for such a wealthy man, purchasing 12 doses would be a financial burden. But for the sake of saving his son’s life, he placed the order.
The vaccine was immediately shipped by air. On the day it was set to arrive, the wealthy man’s son passed away. The wealthy man’s wife sobbed over the son’s body, but she saw her husband rush out the door, with no regard for their deceased son.
It turns out that the wealthy man rushed to the airport to pick up the vaccine. Then day and night, he drove to various hospitals and asked to meet children with the same disease as his son. He would give each of them one dose of the vaccine. For two days and nights, he neither slept nor ate. Before the vaccine’s expiration deadline, he was able to distribute the 12 doses to 12 dying children. But when he finally arrived home, tired and pale, he was unexpectedly greeted by his wife’s hard slap in the face: “You’re so heartless, no wonder you have no children!”
However, the wealthy man did have children. He had 12. They often surrounded him at his knees, and the whole village said, “He gave those 12 children their lives.”