When the Jiang family heard that a female officer came to Xing'er Hutong to look for Jiang Xinyan, they were also very puzzled. They heard that a few well-dressed people came to look for Jiang Xinyan the day before yesterday, and now there was another female officer. What was going on?
Jiang's mother called her daughter-in-law and asked her to go to Xing'er Hutong to find out what was going on.
Although this daughter was driven out and disowned by them, if she could get hold of some powerful connections, then it is not impossible to repair the relationship.
On the other side, Song Yun successfully found Jiang Xinyan. At this time, Jiang Xinyan and her husband were at home, and the child was awake.
Jiang Xinyan had seen Teacher Yi's daughter before, and she clearly remembered that Teacher Yi's daughter did not look like this. Even if she hadn't seen her for a few days, it was impossible for her to have changed so much.
"Are you really Teacher Qi's daughter?" Jiang Xinyan asked.
Song Yun smiled and said, "Don't my mother and I look alike?"
Jiang Xinyan said hurriedly, "Yes, you look a lot like Teacher Qi, but I remember you before—you've changed so much from now."
"The one you're talking about should be Song Zhenzhen. She's not my parents' daughter. She's already in her own family."
Song Yun didn't want to dwell on those old stories. Her gaze fell on the little girl nestled obediently in her mother's arms. "This is Xiaojing, right?"
Jiang Xinyan glanced at Song Yun holding the medicine box in her hand, and a little hope arose in her heart.
Doctor Song is wearing a military uniform, so he must be a military doctor. I heard that military doctors are very capable, so maybe there is still hope.
"Xiao Jing, hurry up and call someone, call sister."
Song Yun smiled and waved her hand. "I'm not much younger than you, and I'm married too. Xiaojing should call me aunt."
Jiang Xinyan asked Xiaojing to call her auntie again, but the little girl was very shy and kept hiding her head in Jiang Xinyan's arms and refused to speak.
Song Yun said, "Don't force the child. Let me take her pulse first."
Jiang Xinyan laid Xiaojing flat on the bedding and let her lie down.
After taking the child's pulse and doing some basic examinations, Song Yun also looked at Xiaojing's examination report and medical records in the hospital, and quickly came to a conclusion in her mind.
"It is true that the lungs are weak from birth."
The light of hope in Jiang Xinyan's eyes slowly faded, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Really—is there no other way?"
Zheng Hongan, who was standing by, also had a nervous look on his face, listening attentively to Song Yun's conclusion.
Song Yun glanced at the couple and said with a smile, "You said there's no need to be so nervous. Congenital lung weakness is indeed difficult to treat, but it doesn't mean it can't be cured."
Jiang Xinyan thought she might be hallucinating and asked hurriedly, "What did you just say?"
Song Yun could understand the feelings of this young couple very well. After suffering a blow and almost despair, it was normal for them to react like this when they suddenly heard some hope.
"I said, although Xiao Jing's illness is difficult to treat, it doesn't mean it's incurable," she repeated. Then she opened her medicine box, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a prescription. As she wrote, she said, "The most important thing about her illness is nursing. While she's still young, with medication and careful nursing, there's an 80% chance that she can recover and be just like a normal person."
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