Song Jiayu randomly lifted up the little girl's thin cotton jacket and carefully checked her back and waist. The child had not taken a bath since winter. Her skin was not as white as An An Ningning's after washing. On her skin with a little yellow and black color, there was indeed a red little butterfly spreading its wings to fly.
Zhao Xiaodi didn't know what An An Ningning's mother was going to do, and she was a little scared.
"Don't be afraid. Is it this hand that hurts?" Song Jiayu softened her voice.
"Yeah." Zhao Xiaodi nodded slightly.
Her hands were still drooping, and she had to wait until other families sent money before the Zhao family would take her to a house in the alley and have the old man there heal her hands.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Song, I... An An and Ning Ning didn't hurt me."
"It's okay. I know you're a good kid with a good heart. This is all the adults' fault. You even asked An'an and Ningning to tell me the truth."
Song Jiayu looked at the child with pity. He was a child of a martyr's family, but he was taken away at the age of three. Now he should be nine years old, but he is almost the same size as a six or seven-year-old child.
If other children are living, then the child in front of me is struggling to survive.
"Good boy, you are not a child of the Zhao family. You have your own parents. Do you still remember Lin Yin?"
Zhao Xiaodi shook her head. "I don't remember, but I know I'm not from the Zhao family. Grandma Zhao said I was picked up by her... Aunt Song, do you know my parents?"
"Yes, your father was a soldier who served his country and his people. Although he died on the battlefield, he was a hero. As for your mother, she has been looking for you for many years. She still waits at the exit of the alley every day for you to come home."
Zhao Xiaodi's eyes reddened again, this time tears of inner sorrow. "Really? Is there anyone in this world who still loves me?"
"Yes, your mother, Lin Yin, has been searching for you for many years, waiting for you to come home every day. In your room, there are clothes and shoes she made for you because she missed you, as well as birthday gifts she prepared for you every year."
“Wuwuwu…”
Zhao Xiaodi bit her lip and sobbed. As Aunt Song spoke, the image of her mother, whom she had no impression of, appeared in her mind.
When Song Jiayu walked out of Tianshui Lane with Zhao Xiaodi, whenever someone in the lane asked her about it, she would say, "Oh, when I got home, I heard that my two two-year-old kids injured this child's hand. I had to take them to the hospital to get some peace of mind!"
These words made the person asking the question feel uneasy.
If Song Jiayu and Jiang Baizhou were both in that small square today, who would dare to bully a family like this!
This is bullying of the two children and their grandmother Zhao Qiuqin!
After leaving Tianwen Lane, they quickly arrived at the hospital, where Song Jiayu helped Zhao Xiaodi queue up for an exam.
After entering the clinic and being examined by the doctor, Song Jiayu was looked at strangely by the middle-aged doctor. She immediately realized that the doctor had misunderstood her and quickly spoke:
"This is not my child. The little girl's hand was dislocated by her grandmother, who falsely accused my two children of causing the injury. I was not there at the time, but people in the alley bullied my mother and the two children, demanding 30 yuan in compensation.
If I really paid the 30 yuan in compensation, I was afraid that the family would not treat the little girl well, so I took the child out of that house and took her to the hospital to carefully examine her injuries.
By the way, doctor, this kid looks a lot like the one involved in the kidnapping case in Songshan County a few years ago. The red mole on his hand and the birthmark on his back are nothing to lie to. I suspect that family is related to the kidnappers back then. Could you please issue a certificate of injury for this child so I can contact the police and, at the same time, settle accounts with that family?"
After hearing all this, the doctor, who had seen countless serious illnesses without wavering, now looked as if his face was split into two parts. He was shocked and said, "There are so many things going on inside?"
Song Jiayu nodded: "Yes, I also brought the child out, only to find out that it was a friend's abducted child." Originally, she wanted to get proof from the doctor that the child had been abused for years, or that the hand was habitually injured, so that she could settle accounts with the Zhao family.
This child is Lin Yin's, so let the Zhao family stay in the police station for two days first.
Lin Yin must also be brought over from the county.
Song Jiayu had a lot on her mind.
The doctor was kind-hearted and said, "I'll give you a certificate. This kid's hand has been dislocated frequently, and the bones have grown crooked. He didn't receive good treatment before. It's difficult to cure this arm now..."
After getting the certificate, Song Jiayu walked out of the hospital alone. Zhao Xiaodi needed to be hospitalized, so she asked Song Beiwang to accompany her in the hospital. Although Song Beiwang felt very unhappy that he had not taught the adult a lesson today, he still stayed.
This time I came back to the compound.
"Bang--"
There was a loud bang, and a slap hit the gate of the compound. The large wooden door that had been repaired not long ago... cracked.
Mumen: What a sin I have suffered!!!
The people in the compound just stretched out a leg, but when they saw it was Song Jiayu, they immediately retracted it, leaving only many heads looking out from the windows at the door.
The Zhao family was even more so. Zhao Wuwei said to his mother, "Mom, this evil spirit is back again!"
Aunt Zhao was also afraid. No matter how clever she was, she couldn't withstand a slap in the face. "I can see it, what's the point of saying this!"
When Zhao's daughter-in-law heard this, she also said, "Mom, think of a solution quickly!"
As Song Jiayu appeared at the door of the Zhao family's main hall, against the light, the three members of the Zhao family were terrified.
"Hey~ They're all here, so I don't need to look for them one by one."
"I took your child to the hospital, and guess what I found?"
Without needing an answer from the three Zhao family members, Song Jiayu held up the certificate issued by the hospital and spoke loudly enough for the entire compound to hear.
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