They contacted Huo Dongqing and took Huo Yan to get checked out.
Huo Yan underwent surgery quickly, and now he receives regular physical therapy and spends several months abroad every year.
Yan Minghui knew that Wen Qiao was willing to divorce her husband to pay for her child's medical treatment.
I admire her courage and decisiveness even more.
Unlike her, who cries whenever she misses her son but doesn't have the courage to go abroad to be with him.
"Dad, I think the Shen family isn't having an easy time either. I'll ask Dongqing to help out and take extra care of Comrade Wenqiao."
Old Huo said, "You know what, I really didn't think of that if you hadn't reminded me. We're all from Beicheng, so we're all fellow villagers when we're away from home. Fellow villagers should take care of each other."
Wen Qiao only realized how vast the economic differences were between countries after she went abroad.
She also learned that Huo Yan, the seemingly weak and sickly young boy, was actually fluent in three languages. In addition to foreign languages and Russian, he also knew a little French.
Because the landlord of the apartment they lived in was French, and the landlord had a daughter named Sarah, who was a very beautiful and delicate girl, like a porcelain doll.
She was two years older than Huo Yan.
Sarah took good care of Huo Yan. Over time, Huo Yan, who frequently came abroad for treatment, unintentionally learned French through communication with Sarah.
As for English, it is a common language in foreign countries. In such an environment, Wen Qiao also learned a lot of English words.
After taking her daughter for her first treatment, Wen Qiao began to consult Huo Yan, her young teacher, about methods for language learning.
When we're abroad, we communicate in English.
She has to learn.
Because the teachers responsible for her daughter's rehabilitation training all speak English, and they don't understand the Chinese you speak.
If Wen Qiao wanted to understand her daughter's situation, she had no choice but to proactively communicate with others.
For the first three months after arriving abroad, she worked hard to adapt.
Besides taking care of her child and leading rehabilitation training, Wen Qiao started doing some work at a Chinese restaurant abroad after learning English.
I started as a waiter and later helped out in the kitchen.
Wen Qiao wrote down her experiences abroad and the changes that had occurred in her child in the letter, filling it with her own words.
That letter traveled across the ocean and was delivered to Chen Jichuan in Beicheng.
By the time Shen Jichuan wrote back to Wen Qiao, he had already been transferred from the Northwest back to Beicheng.
Lü Yazhi also moved into the original Shen family house with him, along with her two children.
At first, Shen Jichuan didn't know how to write this letter. After waiting for a few days, he felt that he should write a letter to Wen Qiao, as he was about to leave this body.
He sensed that his younger self wanted to awaken.
It was time to leave.
His letter to Wen Qiao was quite simple, just a few words, telling her to take good care of herself and live a good life.
Then Shen Jichuan went to find Lü Yazhi.
He relayed the words from Wen Qiao's letter.
Lu Yazhi asked a few questions and learned that her daughter hadn't written to her, which made her quite disappointed.
But then she thought that her daughter was probably too busy, so she didn't ask anything.
They did ask with concern how Shen Jichuan's health was.
“I noticed you didn’t look well the other day, and I was worried that you might be feeling unwell. If it’s not serious, you should go to the hospital for a checkup.”
"Now that I'm in the north of the city, it's relatively close, and it's very convenient to see a doctor."
Shen Jichuan did not refuse.
He nodded and said, "I understand."
Sister Zhou came to Beicheng from the Northwest. She said, "It doesn't matter where I work. Besides, my employer gave me a ten-yuan raise, so I'm quite happy."
Besides, Beicheng is the capital city.
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