This matter quickly became a hot topic in the same city.

I watched a video from the perspective of a passerby's mother. She spread a tattered blanket on the ground, and her sick daughter was lying on the blanket.

She didn't kneel on the blanket but on the cold cement floor.

The daughter was just over a year old, crying and babbling.

When the child cried loudly, she would pick her up and soothe her until the child stopped crying.

She continued to knock her head towards the West. Slowly, her forehead swelled, cracked, and started bleeding.

The onlookers went from confusion to persuasion.

The mother struggled and pushed.

"I beg you, don't stop me. Someone said they would donate money to my daughter if I knocked my head 5,000 times. That's my daughter's life-saving money."

"There's no need for that. Get up first, and we'll help you with any difficulties."

"My daughter is sick and needs a lot of money. I beg you, let me knock. Don't say anything, I'm afraid I'll miscount and miss one person who won't give money."

A kind auntie picked up the child and said while wiping her tears, "You knock, I'll hold the child for you. The ground is cold, and the child can't bear it."

The onlookers changed one group after another, but the mother, like a machine without pain, kept knocking.

Crying and devoutly knocking her head towards the West, from the scorching midday sun to the setting sun, she finally knocked 5,000 times.

The setting sun cast her shadow long, perhaps because it pitied the mother and was reluctant to go down.

After watching this video, my heart suddenly twitched.

But I really don't have any money.

After this incident went viral, my comment section and backstage were overwhelmed.

[She knocked her head, quickly give money!]

[Are you even human? If you don't believe it, you don't have to donate. Why torment people like this?]

[Now that she has proven it's true, where's your money?]

[People like this should go to hell. They should go to hell even if they give money.]

[Should I report this incident to the police? Will they take action?]

I looked at the comment section, anger rising from within.

[What's wrong? Am I bragging too much? Do I have to give money if I say I will?]

[Why don't you report me to the police? Is it a crime to brag?]

[Anyway, I don't have money. No matter what, I don't have money. Why don't you just sell me.]

[Who knew this woman was so foolish? Does she believe everything I say?]

My rebuttal comments were quickly drowned in the spittle of the crowd. They continuously sent me private messages, insulting and threatening me.

I couldn't even block them.

I could only angrily exit the app and turn off my phone.

At this moment, an unfamiliar number called me.

I thought it was some enthusiastic netizen who had exposed my phone number and was preparing to confront them with words.

"Xiaochang, it's your Uncle Liu. Come back for a while. Your father...he's gone, he committed suicide."