One afternoon my English teacher and I went to visit a student＇s mother, who was
lying in hospital. As soon as we entered the hospital, something happened. A 15-year-old girl was carrying a patient, her father, to the doctor＇s office.
Before they reached the office, the old man fell down to the ground, gasping his last①. What a pity to see the girl too weak to do anything for him! Feeling helpless, she did nothing but cry.
At this moment, some people went to help, but were shocked to find that the old man was dying fast. They were too frightened to do anything.
Glancing at me, my English teacher hurried over to the dying man without
hesitation. He knelt on one knee and lifted the old man up. But the man couldn＇t walk. So my teacher put him on his back. When they reached the door of the office, the patient was dead. Just then a doctor came up and said to my teacher:
“How miserable! Please send your father into the mortuary.”
“He isn＇t my teacher＇s father; it＇s hers,” I explained to the doctor, pointing to the girl.
“Hers?” replied the doctor in surprise.
“Yes, it＇s hers. My teacher and I happened to pass by here just now.”
“Your teacher?” the doctor said. “Which school are you from? What＇s your teacher＇s name?”
“His name is….” Just then I saw my teacher signaling④ to me with his hand.
Clearly he wanted me to stop. But how could I?“He is my English teacher. His name is Zhou Hongdun (周洪敦),”answered I proudly.
Hearing what I said, people around smiled at my English teacher.
“What a good‘living Lei Feng!’” one of them said, deeply moved.
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