摘要
At half past eight on the morning of March 28,in a basement near Yabao Road in Chaoyang District of Beijing,Chen,65 years old,was going to cook some congee with the cooker to eat with his wife.The landline phone rang suddenly.'Shifu,a kid was gone in the emergency room.Please come.''How old was the kid?''Only two days ago.Intestinal necrosis.''Alas,too bad.I'll be right there.'Chen walked out of the bedroom,unplugged the cooker,took down the white coat from the hanger and returned
At half past eight on the morning of March 28, in a basement near Yabao Road in Chaoyang District of Beijing, Chen, 65 years old, was .going to cook some congee with the cooker to eat with his wile. The landline phone rang suddenly.
