In Zhu Yan’s condition, the chances of her being cured at the factory’s medical station are slim, and she cannot be treated at the medical station.

If you want to see a doctor, you must describe the injury truthfully and tell the doctor the cause of the injury.

Doctors can also distinguish between falls and injuries caused by impacts.

The lie would be exposed in an instant.

The factory is a relatively closed little kingdom, full of rumors and gossips, which are not conducive to Zhu Yan's treatment and future marriage.

So Wang Qiuping gritted his teeth and decided to send Zhu Yan to the provincial hospital more than 200 kilometers away.

The medical conditions there are the best. Even if the truth is told, the possibility of the disease being transmitted back to Hongxing is extremely low.

But the cost is many times more than seeing a doctor in Hongxing.

"Youngest brother, the money at home doesn't seem to be enough." Wang Qiuping's only worry was the cost.

Zhu Laoyao patted his chest and said, "It's okay. I have three kids at home. We can borrow whatever we can and collect whatever we can. As long as Yanzi can be cured, I'm willing to pay any amount."

Zhu Yan fell asleep for a while, and after waking up, she was in a daze.

She didn't want anyone else, so she held onto Lu Manyue's clothes, snuggled up to her, and didn't leave her side.

Wang Qiuping looked at Lu Manyue in great embarrassment: "Manyue, looking at the situation, you have to go with Yanzi during her treatment.

So, the two aunts in your family help you take care of your three meals a day, and wash the shit and urine bucket twice a day. Your aunts take care of all the matters in your family.

Can you accompany Yanzi to the provincial capital?"

Lu Manyue wanted to agree without hesitation, but considering that Lu Dashan was too honest and Li Fen was too cunning, she was afraid that Li Fen might do something strange again if she was away for a long time. For a moment, she was a little hesitant.

"My mother..."

"I know you're worried, aren't you just afraid that your mom will cause trouble again?

Your uncle Zhu can eat in the factory cafeteria, and I will stay in your house during the day and in your room at night to keep an eye on her, okay?"

Lu Manyue thought about it and thought this was a solution.

"Aunt, just look after her. You don't have to pay attention to unreasonable requests. Just take care of her three meals a day, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

My dad's knee should be healed in two days. By then, he will be able to do everything himself, and you will have less work to do."

"Then let's make it a deal. We'll try our best to raise money in the next two days. When the money is almost collected, we'll send Yanzi to the provincial capital.

You should talk to Brother Lu in the next two days, and go to Hongxing Hospital when you have time to inform your Wei Dingbang."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital to check my wrist later, and I'll talk to Wei Dingbang about it then." Lu Manyue's eyes flickered.

It is not known how long her relationship with Wei Dingbang can last. It makes no difference whether she says it or not. It is just that from the perspective of outsiders, it is better for husband and wife to discuss things with each other.

She didn't want to say more and could only muddle through.

Zhu Yan felt sleepy again after a while and fell asleep leaning on Lu Manyue's shoulder.

Even when she fell asleep, her hands were still tightly grasping the corner of Lu Manyue's clothes.

Wang Qiuping tried very hard to pull it out but failed, so he just took a pair of scissors and cut the whole piece of cloth off so that she could hold it while sleeping.

After rummaging through the cupboard, Wang Qiuping found a newly made shirt and handed it to Lu Manyue.

"The dress you are wearing is so worn out, the collar is frayed, and now it has been damaged by my aunt's scissors. Yanzi has always disliked the color of this dress because it makes her look fat and refuses to wear it. It's a waste to keep it in the closet.

Just do your aunt a favor and wear it. "Wang Qiuping was afraid that Lu Manyue would not wear it, so he rambled on with many excuses.

Lu Manyue smiled gently, took the clothes and walked behind the tent, and changed them quickly under the cover of the mosquito net.

She hasn't worn new clothes in several years.

The clothes she wore on the day she married Wei Dingbang were all Li Fen's.

The light white shirt is neither too big nor too small, and fits perfectly.

The perfect tailoring and fine stitching make Lu Manyue's figure more graceful.

Moon-white cloth has always been difficult to sell because it is not resistant to stains and does not hide fat at all, making it visible if you are a little fat.

Lu Manyue's outfit looked surprisingly good.

She looked at Wang Qiuping in confusion, "Auntie Wang, why does this dress seem to be tailor-made for me?"

There is a big difference in body shape between Zhu Yan and hers. If it was made for Zhu Yan, it should be looser for her to wear.

Wang Qiuping hesitated for a while, but finally told the truth.

She took Lu Manyue to the open cabinet and let her see for herself.

There were two piles of clothes in the closet, both neatly folded.

The tall one on the left is obviously Zhu Yan's.

Those brand new clothes on the right are in Lu Manyue's size.

“This, this is?”

"You and Yanzi have been in contact since you graduated from junior high school, but Yanzi has always treated you as a friend and she often follows you around secretly.

Every year when cloth prices go on sale, our family would buy a bunch of cloth and make our own clothes.

She always asks me to prepare one for you.

These five pieces of clothing are all made for you.

She never had a chance for you.

She had heard you were getting married, so she planned to give you a surprise gift, but your family didn't invite her...

She was very sad that day and took a pair of scissors and said she wanted to cut up all the clothes, but I thought it was too wasteful, so I put them all away. "

Lu Manyue stood there in a daze, her eyes slowly turning red.

She silently stretched out her hand, endured the piercing pain, and touched the clothes carefully.

The colors are all her favorites and the fabrics are all very good cotton.

Even the size is just right, neither too big nor too small, as if I had measured it myself.

This means that Zhu Yan must have seen her dress many times, studied and modified it time and time again, before finally making such a well-fitting dress.

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