Bai Qingxia took the basin from her hand and put it aside, then took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "Don't cry, talk nicely."
Jiang Xinyan was heartbroken. "The doctor in Beijing also said that Xiaojing won't live long, so we shouldn't waste money."
Bai Qingxia felt bad when she saw Jiang Xinyan like this. Life in the countryside was not easy. Jiang Xinyan was a city college student. Even if she had not graduated or was not favored, she had never experienced the hard life of working in the countryside. It was understandable that she chose to marry a local when she had no hope or was even desperate.
"What disease does the child have?" Bai Qingxia asked.
Jiang Xinyan turned her head and glanced inside the room. "Come in and talk."
The house was too small, and once Bai Qingxia and her family of three entered, they almost filled the house.
There wasn't even a bed in the small storage room. A torn mattress was spread on the floor as a bed. A little girl, about two or three years old, was sleeping on the mattress, covered with a very old quilt. The little girl had a very thin and pointed face, and her complexion was abnormally pale, even her lips were white. If they couldn't clearly see the rise and fall of the little girl's chest, they would have thought she was dead.
"My husband knows a little carpentry. I heard that many people in the city need to repair their houses recently, so he went out to find work." After saying this, he looked at his daughter, his eyes full of grief. "Xiao Jing has been in poor health since she was born. She is often sick. In the past, they were just minor illnesses that could be cured by taking some medicine prescribed by the health center, so we didn't worry too much.
Three months ago, she was pushed into the water by children in the village. Although she was rescued in time and only choked on a few mouthfuls of water, she developed a high fever right after she woke up. She has never recovered since then. We sent her to the county hospital for a checkup, and the doctor said she had congenital lung disease.
Other people can recover from colds on their own, but she can't. She has to take injections and medication to get better. Others can run and get out of breath without any problem, but she can't. She's out of breath and can't recover for a long time. Others can get over a cough in a few days, but she can't stop coughing for half a month or a month, and no medicine works.
Seeing the child like this, Bai Qingxia felt pity for him, but she didn't say anything immediately. After comforting Jiang Xinyan for a few seconds, she turned the topic to the house.
"How come your family is living in my house? They even told others that it's your Jiang family's house. What's going on?"
Jiang Xinyan felt so ashamed when she talked about this. She said, "Teacher Bai, I'm sorry for not being able to protect your house."
Back then, she brought all the Jiang family members to Teacher Bai's house. Everyone had their own room, and there was a well in the backyard. The family lived so comfortably. At that time, the Down to the Countryside Movement was in full swing. The three children in her family were all adults, and the eldest brother had a job. Only one of her and the younger brother could go to the countryside. Given the partiality of her parents, it was impossible for her to let the younger brother go. If she wanted to find a way out, she had to rely on herself.
So she asked around through her connections, and finally managed to get a job at the light bulb factory before the educated youth office issued their ultimatum.
But she never imagined that her own parents would scheme against her like that, secretly registering her for a job in the countryside, using her relative's status to take up her job quota, and sending her on a train to the south without paying her a penny.
She was lucky to be alive.
Now that she came here, she found that there was no place for her to stay in such a big yard. They also said that the house originally belonged to their Jiang family and it was passed on to someone else. It had nothing to do with her, Jiang Xinyan. They told her to get out of the Jiang family and never come back.
Song Ziyi frowned and asked, "Transfer ownership? This house belongs to my mother, why can they transfer it?"
Jiang Xinyan shook her head and said, "I don't know either." She was so exhausted by her daughter's illness that she had no energy to think about those things.
Song Hao said, "It's impossible to transfer ownership. They can't produce the title deed or land deeds. It's impossible to transfer the house to them. They must be deceiving you."
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