This reminds me of something that happened in the neighboring village when I was a child:
I also wandered from somewhere. I didn't know anything. It was very pitiful. The villagers who had a good deal called a bachelor in the village. After several inquiries, the bachelor took her home, cleaned her up, bought new clothes, and served her very much. I don't know when someone told the police station that the police came to the shelter, but the woman didn't leave her life, so she finally let her go.
In this way, the woman lived in a single house. She lived there for two years. In the past two years, the bachelor became thinner and thinner, depressed all day long, and lost the shyness and excitement when he first had a wife. Everyone made fun of the bachelor for being too hard day and night. In this way, the bachelor suddenly died two years later.
Only when everyone was dying did everyone know the reason. It turned out that blood-selling in the home of a wandering girl was popular at that time. The woman had good academic performance and was short of tuition after getting into college. She went with her family and villagers to sell blood. After successfully entering school, she didn't expect that when the students had a regular physical examination, the woman found that HIV was positive. After several re-examinations, the woman could not bear the blow and became mentally ill soon. Later, she was taken back from school for treatment by her family. The result was good and bad. A few years later, her family gave up. In the end, she went to us and became a bachelor woman.
The single may have physical condition. After contracting HlV, complications came out soon after. After only two years, the woman passed away. Because this was a disease that was ashamed of his ancestors in the countryside, the single only said that he died.
So it is best to call the police to deal with it when you pick up a wandering woman.
