“My son has been living in the hospital ever since he got sick because he needs dialysis from time to time.
Only when the weather is nice, I would take him for a walk in the park next to the hospital.
There were people setting up stalls in the park. He took a fancy to a toy gun and liked it very much. He begged me to buy it for him.
Looking at his pitiful appearance and thinking that he only had a few months left to live, I bought all the toy guns on the stall.
That night, I was arrested by the police, who said I was in illegal possession of guns.
I got anxious. I quickly picked up the toy gun and shot it at myself. It didn’t even break my skin. I said, “This is just a toy. My son is dying. Don’t give me a hard time.”
The police said no one wanted to make things difficult for me and asked me to go back with them to cooperate with the inspection, waiting for the appraisal report to come out.
I said I had never broken the law in my life. My son was about to leave me. How could I be handcuffed in front of him and become a criminal?
The police took my child’s feelings into consideration and handcuffed me in the corridor outside.
But my son heard it. He ran out of the ward crying, holding the toy gun.
He said, “Uncle, I don’t want these toys anymore. Don’t take my father away.”
As he was crying, his nose started bleeding. He kept wiping the blood and crying until he was out of breath.
My heart felt like it was being torn apart.
I hugged his little bald head and said, “Don’t be afraid. Dad will be back tomorrow.”
I made a promise to my son, but I broke it.
Just this investigation, I was found to have broken the law. I was sent to the detention center, waiting for the court’s judgment.
I was completely devastated!
I knelt down and cried in the detention center, saying, “I beg you. I just bought some toy guns. My son only has a few months left. Please let me out.”
However, crying was useless.
My wife found a lawyer for me outside. The lawyer told me that toy guns were not judged in this way.
He said that now some unscrupulous merchants would leave some room for modification when selling toy guns.
Modified toy guns could be powerful enough to hunt sparrows.
And the toy guns I bought for my son on the stall were this kind of non – compliant toys.
The lawyer told me that he was confident in this lawsuit. There had been similar cases in China before, and the probability of not going to jail was very high.
But he showed a hesitant look and said in a low voice that it would take a lot of time. By the time the judgment came down, my son might already…
Before he could finish speaking, I had already slumped weakly in the chair.
I had imagined saying goodbye to my son many times.
Since he got sick, I knew this day would come sooner or later.
I swore to fulfill all his dreams until he left me happily.
But I never thought that I would say goodbye to him in this way!
I asked the lawyer about my son’s condition.
He was hesitant.
I got anxious and asked him to speak quickly.
He sighed and said, “The child cries every night, saying it’s all his fault. He refuses to eat. Only when we lied to him that if he didn’t eat well, we wouldn’t let his father go home, did he eat a few mouthfuls. You just wait for my news and cooperate well with the police here.”
I just felt that I couldn’t breathe. My chest was very stuffy and uncomfortable.
Thinking of my son suffering outside, my heart ached. In the last days of his life, he had to watch his beloved father become a criminal.
The other prisoners in the detention center laughed at me. People would ask each other how they got in. As soon as they heard that I got in for buying toy guns for my son, they laughed loudly and harshly.
A big man with a wolf’s head tattooed on his chest even mocked me, saying, “I really got in because of having a real gun. And here comes a useless guy like you, getting in because of toy guns. If I get out, how about letting your dying son play with a real thing?”
As soon as he said that, everyone burst into laughter.
I remained silent, pretending not to hear their ridicule.
Prisoners are like this. People always like to describe the so – called code of the underworld. Even some busybodies on the Internet fabricate rumors that everyone in prison hates rapists the most, trying to beautify criminals and create the image of heroes in the green forest.
But any decent person knows that good people don’t commit crimes.
They soon started talking about having fun with women. One person was in prison because of rape. The big man with the wolf’s head tattoo immediately asked him excitedly if it was enjoyable and if the woman screamed miserably.
I just sat there in a daze, my mind full of my son.
I wanted to recall the days when I took him to play and bought him gifts.
But no matter how I opened and closed my eyes, I could only think of him weakly holding the toy gun, with a nosebleed, crying in the hospital corridor, saying don’t take my father away.
That painful picture made me unable to hold back my tears. I tightly bit my fist, trying not to cry out.
At this time, the tattooed big man suddenly said to me, “Hey, the guy who plays with fake guns, stop crying like a woman. Go clean the toilet.”
People laughed again. I didn’t quarrel with him. The lawyer had told me not to cause trouble here.
If there is a discrimination chain in crime, I am at the bottom of the list that these people most despise.
I went to clean the toilet. Soon it was time for dinner. The food in the detention center was not good. Lunch was already the most sumptuous, but it was just Chinese cabbage stewed with meat.
Although it was called meat, it was actually just a few slices of fatty old sow meat.
I got my meal and was about to eat when the tattooed big man came up to me. He suddenly picked up my bowl and poured the food in my bowl into his own.
He didn’t say a word throughout the process, as if it was taken for granted.
I sat by the wall, eating my rice. And he had already got familiar with everyone. Everyone called him Brother Wolf.
He was chatting heatedly with others. I suddenly asked him, “Brother, I’m really feeling bad. Why are you picking on me?”
Everyone was stunned.
He rolled his eyes and said, “Are you the only one who feels bad? Everyone here feels bad. Picking on you is just to find something to do. I’ll teach you a free lesson. If you don’t find something to do in this place, you’ll go crazy. Do you understand? I’m stronger than you, so I can bully you. You bought toys outside. Now I treat you as a toy. Is that okay?”
I ate my meal without saying a word. When he saw that I didn’t respond, he sneered and said “coward”.
I obediently listened to the lawyer and didn’t dare to cause trouble here. And the lawyer also explained my situation to the detention center.
The leader of the detention center also felt a bit sorry for my family’s situation. So they made an exception and even allowed me to have a video call with my son in the prison.
They told me that this was a special case. If it was an old father or mother who was dying and wanted to see their son before they died, the detention center generally wouldn’t agree to such a request.
But if it was a child in the family who was dying and wanted to see their father before they died, the detention center would consider the prisoner’s crime. If the harm to society was not great, they would try their best to meet the request.
I was very grateful to the lawyer and the detention center for their help. Finally, in the evening, I successfully had a video call with my son.
I sat at the table outside. Because I had to wear handcuffs outside the cell, I didn’t dare to let my son see them, so I hid my hands under the table.
In the video, my son had already put on a ventilator and was lying weakly on the hospital bed.
I held back my tears and said gently to him, “Baby, do you miss Dad?”
He didn’t speak.
I forced a smile and said to him again, “Have you been eating well?”
He still didn’t speak. Instead, he stretched out his hand, waved to me, and stretched out one finger, wanting me to touch his finger.
This was a game we often played.
I could only raise my hand and also stretch out my finger to him.
The moment he saw my handcuffs, my son, who had been silent, suddenly burst into tears.
He cried and said, “Dad, how are you doing in there? Do you have food to eat? Why are you still wearing this thing?”
I forced a smile, crying and laughing at the same time, letting my tears fall.
At this moment, my throat was so swollen and painful.
I wanted to call him my good son, but my throat hurt so much that I couldn’t speak.
It was so painful… It was so swollen that even breathing seemed to be a luxury!
Just then, someone in the adjacent cell suddenly shouted, “Your dad is going to be shot! Then you can reunite with him in heaven, you little sick kid, hahaha!”
In an instant, my son in the video cried even more heartbreakingly, “No! My dad won’t be shot!”
The police officer beside me suddenly changed his expression.
He immediately walked to the cell and pointed at Brother Wolf, shouting angrily, “Don’t talk nonsense!”
Brother Wolf was obviously an old hand. He seemed to regard not obeying in this place as a kind of glory. He said indifferently, “I’m just reassuring the little friend. In heaven, he’ll have his dad with him.”
I stared fixedly at the screen in the video.
Because my son’s condition was very bad.
He cried too hard and had a nosebleed again. He started to have difficulty breathing and gradually passed out. The electrocardiogram monitor behind him started beeping wildly.
Soon I saw the doctors rush into the ward. My wife snatched the phone and shouted at me crying, “Why aren’t you out yet! They all say our son is dying. He can’t see you before he dies! Come out! What’s wrong with our son wanting his dad? What law did my husband break to make our child suffer like this!”
The lawyer saw that the situation was not right. He snatched the phone back and quickly said, “Don’t be impulsive. I’m applying for a family visit for you. Don’t be impulsive in there! Once you misbehave, you won’t be able to see your son!”
The video was rudely hung up.
I sat there, stare blankly at the hung – up video.
The police officer comforted me, telling me not to be nervous. They would contact the hospital and help me understand the situation.
I foolishly returned to the cell. Brother Wolf was sitting on the bunk, smiling and saying to me, “What, your son is about to die?”
I grabbed his collar, pulled him in front of me, and stared at him fixedly.
But he said indifferently, “Want to fight? Hit me then. Police, come quickly! Someone is going to hit me!”
I gasped for breath, trying to keep myself calm.
The police came soon. He knocked on the railing and said to me, “Don’t act rashly. If you cause trouble, the detention center will reject your request for an outside visit!”
Brother Wolf said with a sneer, “Did you hear that? If you hit me, you won’t be able to see your son.”
I suppressed the anger in my heart and slowly let go of Brother Wolf.
At this time, the police left. Brother Wolf said to me cheerfully, “Do you know the difference between me and you?”
I asked, “What?”
He looked at the surveillance, then suddenly used my body to block the surveillance and punched me hard in the stomach!
I gasped in pain, covered my stomach, and squatted on the ground.
And he said with a smile, “I don’t have a son. I can do whatever I want.”
I was in so much pain that I couldn’t breathe. I gritted my teeth and endured the sharp pain.
In this place, there is no need for a reason to bully people.
He knew he would be sentenced. He tortured me just to have some fun in his boring detention center life.
However, Brother Wolf’s torture of me didn’t stop there.
As a new – comer in the detention center, I slept in the corner of the bunk, right next to the toilet.
At night, he stood beside me, pretending to be sleepy and swaying from side to side while urinating.
I felt the water splashing on me and immediately sat up.
But he said with a smile, “Oops, I was sleepy. Sorry.”
He patted his warm and wet hand on my face, rubbed it hard a few times, and said to me, “Don’t be angry. Bear with it. You still want to see your son.”
The stench made me want to vomit.
And the only thing I could do was get up and wash my face.
All my hopes were pinned on seeing my son. I wouldn’t miss my son’s last moments because of my temper.
Seeing that I didn’t resist, Brother Wolf called me a coward again, then satisfiedly pulled up his pants and prepared to go back to his place to sleep.
But when he turned around, he might have stepped on his own urine. His foot slipped, and he accidentally fell to the ground.
He let out a painful scream, which soon attracted the attention of the police.
Everyone sat up one after another, looking at Brother Wolf on the ground.
He seemed to feel embarrassed and wanted to get up. But he didn’t climb steadily and fell again on the urine.
The police came to the railing and asked what was going on.
I was thinking that this was retribution for Brother Wolf. But he suddenly pointed at me, excitedly saying, “He pulled me!”
I was stunned.
The police frowned and asked me why I pulled him.
I said I didn’t. But Brother Wolf quickly said to the others, “They all saw it!”
He got along well with others in the detention center. The others, still half – asleep, nodded one after another, saying they saw me pull him.
I panicked and asked them not to talk nonsense. I really had something important.
But my words instead aroused the temper of these people.
“Who’s talking nonsense? You’re the only one with something important every day. You think you’re so special!”
“Your son is about to die, so you think you’re great? Who are you talking to in this teaching tone?”
“I saw it with my own eyes that you pulled him!”
Brother Wolf covered his sore back and said to the police, “Is this the so – called special treatment? If I had a dying son, could I kill people on the street and not break the law? What about the law? What about equality? I’m really disappointed in this society.”
The police’s face looked very ugly. They asked me to come out.
They took me to the monitoring room to check the surveillance.
As soon as I saw the surveillance, I was stunned.
I suspected that Brother Wolf was really an experienced old hand. At the moment he fell, he once again used my body to block the surveillance.
Sure enough, Brother Wolf was already wailing inside. He said his back hurt too much. He wanted to see a doctor, get some medicine, and have a few cigarettes.
I anxiously told the police that I really didn’t pull him. He just wanted to find an excuse to go to the infirmary. Since he had a conflict with me, he deliberately bullied me. The police looked at the surveillance and finally said, “Several people said they saw you pull him. We’ll report it to the higher – ups.” I asked, “Will it affect my meeting with my son?” He didn’t answer, just told me to go back first and not cause any more trouble.
I returned to the detention center. Brother Wolf went to the infirmary comfortably, talked to the female doctor, and even lingered on the infirmary bed for several hours before being brought back by the police. As soon as he came back, he said comfortably, “The single – bed is more comfortable than the bunk!” The other detainees all laughed. I sat in the corner. The police officer who brought Brother Wolf back told me that he had something to talk to me about. He took me to the infirmary, but I was clearly in good health.
After entering, he suddenly handed me a cigarette. My heart tightened. I didn’t dare to take the cigarette. My body couldn’t stop shaking. I thought, why did he suddenly give me a cigarette? Why did he suddenly bring me here? He looked at me for a while, and finally let out a deep sigh, “Due to your trouble – making last night, after a meeting, the decision was made to reject your request for an outside meeting.” I stared at him blankly. Suddenly, I felt a ringing in my ears. It seemed that something in my body that was supporting me suddenly broke with a snap. I clearly heard that breaking sound. But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know if it was a nerve, a muscle, or just a hallucination in my mind.
I slumped weakly onto the infirmary bed. The police officer patted me on the shoulder, telling me to sit there for a while to digest my emotions. But how could I digest them? My mind was full of my son’s crying face. With a nosebleed, helplessly calling out for his father, longing for his beloved father to come back. I had once made a promise to him. I had once sworn to fulfill all his little dreams. But until the end of his life, he couldn’t wait for his father to go home.
I felt a burst of heat and itch all over my body. I scratched my body uncomfortably. I scratched my chest, stomach, thighs, and head. The itch couldn’t be stopped. It was both painful and itchy, as if countless needles were pricking me. For the first time in my life, I experienced what it meant to be extremely anxious. I took off my clothes. The heart – rending pain made me break out in hives. I scratched painfully and couldn’t stop crying. I sat in the infirmary for nearly thirty minutes, my mind filled with the picture of my son crying with a nosebleed.
Finally, the police told me to go back first, saying it was time for dinner. I returned to the cell. Brother Wolf was sitting on the bunk, tsk – tsking, “Oh, which coward was crying just now?” His friends also laughed. I looked at them expressionlessly and asked what was so funny. They were stunned. They probably didn’t expect me to suddenly resist. Brother Wolf also paused for a few seconds, then said impatiently, “Looking at you like a clown, so it’s funny, okay? Idiot.”
It was time for dinner again. The breakfast was white porridge and eggs. I got my meal and sat in the corner. Brother Wolf and his friends came over to me. He didn’t say a word and picked up my egg. I looked at him and grabbed his wrist. He said impatiently, “What are you looking at me for? Do you still want to go out and see your son?”
After saying that, Brother Wolf tried to pull his hand back, but I held his arm tightly. He laughed and said, “Okay, if you don’t like me, you’re welcome to hit me. I’ve never been beaten in my life. Please let me experience what it’s like to be beaten.” A man next to him immediately said, “You just went to the infirmary to talk to the girl yesterday. Even if he wants to hit you today, it should be my turn, right?” Brother Wolf tsk – tsked, “Don’t mention it. That female doctor is really beautiful. I got a little closer when I was talking to her. I could almost smell the fragrance of her hair.” He had a lewd look on his face, and the others also laughed.
The man squatted in front of me,force my hand apart holding Brother Wolf’s arm, and picked up my egg. He was the first one to say he saw me pull Brother Wolf last night. He raised his hand and knocked the egg on my head. After the egg cracked, he peeled off the shell and stuffed the whole egg into his mouth. His face bulged with the egg. Then he pointed to his face with his finger and said, “Come on, hit me here.” Brother Wolf laughed, “He’s just a coward. Does he dare to hit me? He still wants to go out and see his son!”
The man was happy. He deliberately chewed the egg loudly in front of me, letting me see the egg being chewed in his mouth. He patted my face and said with a sneer, “I gave you the chance, but you’re useless. Why don’t you hit me?” As soon as he finished speaking, I punched him. The fist hit the man’s face. He, who was showing off and chewing the egg, spat out a large mouthful of egg. The spat – out egg was bright red, mixed with blood. He fell to the ground, crying out in pain and vomiting another large mouthful. The remaining half of the egg, with blood, was spat on the ground. Brother Wolf and the others were all stunned.
I stood up. The man covered his face, unbelievingly saying, “You dare to hit me? I’m going to tell the police, you…” Before the guy could finish speaking, I kicked him in the face. He fell to the ground again, unable to say a word. Brother Wolf stared at me blankly, unbelievingly saying, “Are you crazy?” I said softly, “The decision from the higher – ups has come down. I can’t see my son anymore.” He was stunned.
Then his face changed drastically. He panicked and stepped back, but the cell was so small. How could he escape? I stepped forward and grabbed his hair, roughly pulling him to me. He said in a panic, “Wait a minute, don’t be too impulsive.” I murmured, “It’s all because of you that I can’t see my son. I tolerated you again and again. I warned you not to mess with me, but you just didn’t listen.” Brother Wolf’s voice started to tremble, “You… What do you mean?”
I grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground! Brother Wolf rolled in pain, letting out a heart – rending scream. I said coldly, “Either you kill me, or I kill you!” Their faces all looked very ugly. These old hands’ first reaction was not to fight back. Instead, someone rushed to the railing and shouted outside, “Police! Someone is being beaten! Come quickly, he’s going to kill someone!”
Brother Wolf struggled to get up and hid in the corner of the toilet, not daring to come near. I grabbed the person who was calling for help. He instinctively punched me in the face. I didn’t react and let the punch hit my face. This small – time crook, seeing that I didn’t back down after being hit and was still approaching him, in a hurry, actually hugged my neck, trying to throw me down with a wrestling move. I grabbed his head and shouted at him, “Do you think this is a primary – school student fight?” He was so scared that he trembled. I kicked him in the knee.
He instinctively knelt down. I pressed his forehead and slammed his head against the iron railing! With a bang, the back of his head was squeezed between the two iron railings. I pushed forward hard. The squeezing of the two railings on his ear caused a tearing pain. Blood dripped, and he let out a pig – like scream. His whole body trembled with pain. He cried out, “It hurts so much! Let me go, I’m sorry! I won’t mess with you anymore!” The others wanted to come up to help. I raised my foot and kicked him hard in the face!
Every time I kicked, the iron railing shook. The lubrication of the blood caused his head to be kicked out of the iron railing by me. His face was covered in blood, and he cried out. The others who were about to help were stunned and stood there, not knowing what to do. It was still Brother Wolf who reacted quickly. He shouted anxiously, “Police! If you don’t come quickly, we’ll be beaten to death!”
The sound of the key opening the door could be heard outside. I knew the police were coming soon. As soon as they heard the key opening the door, these people relaxed. One person sneered at me and said, “You’re finished. You’re going to be put in solitary confinement. You…” Before he could finish speaking, I grabbed his face. He kept struggling, trying to break free from my grasp, but he was so weak. I held his face with one hand and pressed it down. He had no room to resist.
I looked at these gangsters with dragons, tigers, and wolves tattooed on their bodies and said softly, “You show off outside because you’re just scum in society. Others don’t want to cause trouble, not because they’re afraid of you, but because it’s not worth exchanging their good lives for your worthless ones.” The man panicked and grabbed my hand, struggling several times to stand up, but he couldn’t. I glanced at him, grabbed his face, and slammed the back of his head against the wall!
There was another bang. Blood was left on the wall. He slumped softly to the ground, losing the chance to resist. At this moment, only Brother Wolf and two small – time hooligans were left among those who bullied me. The two small – time hooligans panicked and quickly said they didn’t say anything yesterday. I ignored them and walked towards Brother Wolf step by step. At this time, the police came to the door, knocked on the railing, and asked sternly, “Stop! What are you doing!”
Brother Wolf, seeing the police coming, seemed to see a savior. He said anxiously, “Police! Save me quickly!” He glared at me, gritted his teeth, and said you wait. Then he tried to bypass me and escape directly to the police beside the railing. But when he passed by me, I grabbed his arm. Brother Wolf got anxious and said, “I don’t believe you still dare to do something with the police here!” I said, “You guessed wrong.”
I lifted him up like throwing something and threw him far away. He hit the wall hard! Brother Wolf let out two painful screams. The first was when he hit the wall, and the second was when he fell to the ground. He covered his arm, struggling painfully to get up. I walked towards him and said coldly, “Do you think I’m afraid of the police? Do you think I’m afraid of being shot? Do you think I’m afraid of losing my future?”
Brother Wolf lay on the ground, shrinking back. He begged me for mercy, trembling, “I was wrong, brother. Don’t be impulsive. I was in the wrong before. I apologize to you…” I looked down at him. It was because of this scoundrel that I couldn’t see my son for the last time. The police were already opening the door. I grabbed his head and pressed it firmly into the squat – type toilet!
He let out a painful scream, vomited, and his hands kept flailing. He tried to get up several times, but I pressed him back. I roared, “Your mouth is so stinky. I’ll wash it for you!” There were gurgling sounds in the squat – type toilet. The sound of Brother Wolf’s vomiting and swallowing actually brought me some relief. The police had opened the cell door and quickly came in to stop me. But I was not willing to give up. I pressed my body on Brother Wolf’s head, wanting him to drown in the toilet!
Brother Wolf’s struggle became weaker and weaker. I gritted my teeth and said, “Come on, aren’t you fond of bullying me? Come on!” I punched the back of his head. The police officer who had handed me the cigarette before tried to pull me up, but I hit Brother Wolf’s head with my elbow again and again. I roared, “I didn’t hit anyone last night! You all take a good look. This is what it looks like when I really hit someone!”
Finally, they dragged me away. The police handcuffed my hands to the bed. Only then was Brother Wolf, on the verge of death, helped up from the toilet. He kept vomiting, gasping for breath. The one who used to show off in the cell suddenly burst into tears in front of the police, “This guy is crazy. I don’t want to be locked up with him. I’ll be beaten to death!”
The police quickly took them to the infirmary, telling the others not to watch the excitement anymore and to behave themselves. The others in the cell looked at me with more fear in their eyes. Originally, they got along well with Brother Wolf and laughed along with him every time they laughed at me. But this time, they didn’t dare to meet my eyes.
I wasn’t interested in how these people’s attitudes towards me changed. I just thought of my son being alone outside and soon to be separated from me by life and death. I couldn’t help but shed tears again. The police soon came to take me out, saying they wanted to talk to me. I said I had nothing to talk about. They could sentence me however they wanted. I wasn’t interested. Anyway, I couldn’t see my child anymore. There was no meaning in living this life.
The police said, “We’re not talking to you about the fight. It’s about your son’s situation.” My heart tightened again. But he comforted me not to be nervous. He said, “Since you came in, the bureau has reported your situation to the higher – ups. Everyone attaches great importance to this matter and feels sorry for you. They carried out home visits. Many comrades in the city usually like to participate in assistance and are charity enthusiasts. This time, led by our captain, they called on and mobilized some friends to do a check.”
I asked what he meant. He said, “In response to the enthusiastic comrades, a police officer’s stem – cells were successfully matched with your son’s. He has already donated stem – cells in the hospital.” I stared at him blankly and couldn’t help asking, “So how is my son now?” “We’re still waiting for the hospital’s notice. You cooperate well with our work and don’t cause any more trouble. As for the decision on this fight, it will be made according to their injury assessment.”
I nodded excitedly. My heart, which had already died, suddenly came back to life. I returned to the cell and kept praying, hoping that my son could get through this difficult time. Brother Wolf and the others came back. After coming back this time, they didn’t dare to mess with me anymore. They huddled in the corner, not even daring to talk loudly. Once they met my eyes, Brother Wolf would be so scared that he would quickly lower his head and not say a word.
Until seven days later, the police came to tell me that the hospital had sent a notice. My son’s treatment was very successful, and all his indicators were gradually improving. Hearing this, I was extremely excited. I held the police officer’s hand through the railing, couldn’t help crying, and kept saying thank you. The police officer smiled first and said that I should thank the comrade who donated the stem – cells, not him. Then he looked serious and told me to cooperate and not fight anymore.
Knowing that my son was okay, I sat on the bunk, constantly wiping my tears. Brother Wolf secretly glanced at me. Now that I had my son back, he didn’t dare to mess with me anymore. My trial soon came down. The lawyer was right. The probability of me not going to jail was very high. Eventually, I was sentenced to probation.
As for my beating of Brother Wolf and the others, since it didn’t cause serious injuries, only minor injuries, theoretically, I should be detained for half a month. But I had already been in the detention center for two and a half months. And Brother Wolf and the others, fearing my revenge, said they wouldn’t pursue it, so there was no need for that.
When I got out, I rushed to see my son. Pushing open the ward door, he was sitting on the bed, with a little bald head, looking out of the window in a daze. My wife was peeling an apple for my son beside the bed. As soon as she saw me, she immediately said happily, “Baby, look who’s here!” My son turned his head. As soon as he saw me, he got excited.
He stretched out his hands to me, wanting to get out of bed and hug me, and happily shouted, “Dad!” I excitedly picked him up and spun him around twice. He giggled in my arms. Finally, he leaned his little head on my shoulder and sobbed, “Dad, I miss you so much.” “Good son, Dad misses you too…” I wiped my tears and said, “I prayed to Bodhisattva, God, and Buddha every day in there. I pleaded with every god. God has eyes, and I can hold you again.”
He asked, “Then Dad, did you ask Sun Wukong?” I said, “What a coincidence? How do you know I asked Sun Wukong? Look what this is!” I magically took out a toy golden cudgel from behind. My son happily shouted. He reached out to take it, but then said worriedly, “This won’t get you caught, will it?” I touched his little bald head and smiled, “This won’t. And if getting caught once can get a police uncle to donate stem – cells to you, Dad would rather be caught every few years!”
My wife immediately roared, “Bah! You’re cursing our son to relapse. You quickly spit three times. You’d better pray that our son will be cured after just this one treatment!” I quickly slapped my own mouth, “Bah, bah, bah. I said the wrong thing!” My son then happily took the golden cudgel and hugged me tightly again.
After that, I paid special attention to my son’s health. Every time I got off work, I rushed back to take care of him. I also took him to thank the police officer who donated the stem – cells. I even made a silk banner to give to the detention center that had detained me. They said it felt a bit strange to receive a silk banner after arresting a suspect. I said one thing should be considered separately from another. This time, it was like the old saying “a blessing in disguise”. At first, I thought my life was falling apart, but in the end, it turned out to be a blessing. I just hoped they would definitely accept it.
They accepted the silk banner and then said a bit embarrassedly that they happened to hope I could do an interview. It turned out that a newspaper had learned about this and had already written a report titled “Law Enforcement with Warmth: XX City Police Officer Donates Stem – cells to Suspect’s Family Member”. They were just about to find me for an interview, and then I came to them on my own initiative. I said of course it was no problem. It was definitely my duty!
Finally, I accepted the interview. And I took a photo with the police officer, holding the silk banner and giving a thumbs – up. I gave this thumbs – up sincerely. But I still couldn’t help wanting to cry. The police officer originally wanted to give me a tissue to wipe my tears, but the reporter got anxious and quickly told the police officer not to wipe them, just take the photo like this. Although the photo made me look ugly with tears, I thought this was a great thing. As long as my child was saved, nothing was more important.
My son’s recovery was very good. We went to the hospital for regular check – ups from time to time. Judging from the examination results, he had been cured. But I was still worried, so we often went for check – ups. Many people said that even if leukemia was cured, there was still a possibility of relapse, so we had to pay more attention and observe.
It was worth mentioning that one day when I took my son to the hospital, we ran into Brother Wolf. I got anxious immediately, thinking he had escaped from prison. I quickly grabbed him and took him to the police station. Brother Wolf was crying and shouting from being grabbed by me. When we arrived at the police station, I said excitedly that it was impossible for him to be out. He must have escaped.
The police, after hearing our situation, said to me helplessly, “He was bluffing you! He didn’t have any guns. He was just short of money and craving something to eat. He stole a box of Kouweiwang betel nuts from a store. He thought stealing a box of Kouweiwang was no big deal and he’d be detained for a few days at most. But the store owner was going to send them to a friend. The owner was worried that the courier would take them, so he deliberately put more than a dozen packs of Hetianxia in the Kouweiwang box. The amount exceeded a thousand yuan. When he saw that it wasn’t Kouweiwang inside, he was scared and wanted to secretly return it, but he was caught on the spot and sent here to be locked up!”
I suddenly understood. Brother Wolf smiled obsequiously and said, “Brother, I was bragging in there. I was wrong before. Please don’t take it to heart.” I was puzzled and opened Brother Wolf’s shirt, pointing at the wolf’s head tattooed on his chest and said, “What kind of life must a person live to end up as pathetic as you?”
He stood there awkwardly, not daring to retort a single word, just saying in a low voice, “Brother, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” I glanced at him, picked up my son, and said gently, “When you grow up, never become such an adult.” My son nodded vigorously, “I want to be like Dad.” “Good son.”
I felt that Brother Wolf’s stupidity might be contagious, so I quickly picked up my son and left the police station.
