arthritis?
It seems there's no cure for this disease right now; we can only temporarily control the inflammation. To put it nicely, it's a "disease of the rich." Why would Lin Muze, who's so young, ask this question?
Yu Qingqing asked in surprise, "Mu Ze, why are you suddenly asking this? Who has this disease?"
Is he Lin Muze's classmate?
I've never heard of that.
"No," Lin Muze shook his head, his still-childish face serious beyond his years. "I just saw a young lady and heard she has this disease. I was thinking, could we help her?"
Yu Qingqing: "???"
Goodness gracious, her son has finally become normal and loving.
Lin Muze has always been overly mature, like a little old man. Yu Qingqing was worried that his precociousness would deprive him of the joys of childhood. But now it seems her son is still that kind, compassionate, and well-behaved baby.
"Mommy, I saw that girl today. I heard she has arthritis and needs to take medicine every day. Can we help her?" Lin Muze asked again.
"Of course!" Yu Qingqing asked the principal curiously, "Principal, I heard there's a female student in the school who has arthritis?"
“Yes,” the principal, with a gentle smile, sighed deeply. “That girl is a fifth-grade student at our school. She is a very good student and always ranks first in the grade. It’s a pity that she is not in good health. She developed rheumatism at a young age and had to take a two-year leave of absence from school. She was nine years old when she came to study in the first grade.”
Yu Qingqing felt even more heartbroken. "What a pitiful child, how could he be so unfortunate!"
She took a two-year leave of absence from school, which means that the girl fell ill when she was seven years old. Seven years old is a sensitive age when a girl is just beginning to understand things.
"That's right, that student also attended our school for preschool. I even taught her for a semester. She was very well-behaved and obedient, especially her handwriting, which was really beautiful. Who would have thought that her beautiful handwriting was written with a hand where the knuckles were bent? Oh, what a pity for such a child!"
Guan Zhizhi turned around and asked, "What is that student's family situation like?"
"Oh no!" The principal shook his head. "Her parents are both farmers, and their income comes from their small plot of land. So every year, we reserve a spot for her in the student hardship grant program, and we help her as much as we can."
"My heart aches!" Lin Ranran clutched her heart. "What a pitiful child!"
Lan Qingyue also stopped and asked, "Can we help her?"
Perhaps because she herself is not in good health in real life, she always feels more sympathy for people suffering from illness.
The principal's face lit up with joy. "If everyone is willing, of course we can."
"Then why don't we all donate?" Lin Ranran suggested.
These women are all well-off; they might not be able to help the female student in many other ways, but money is no problem—they'll contribute what they can.
"Okay, okay, just name a number, and I promise I won't blink." Siming dragged Sisi over. Sisi, who was starving like a sloth, clung to Siming's arms with both hands, her toes pointing down, not wanting to expend any effort to walk.
Lan Qingyue asked the principal with a curious look, "How much money is appropriate to donate?"
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