When they arrived at the Zhao family's house, the crowd that had been watching the commotion had already dispersed, and Zhao Hui was nowhere to be found.
The group rushed into the cowshed, and the scene before them filled them with grief and indignation. They couldn't help but curse Zhao Hui, calling her worse than an animal.
The cowshed was filthy and messy, with people and cattle eating and living in this cramped space. It was drafty, and a chill seeped through the cracks in the walls.
In the corner, some old plastic and yellowed newspapers were piled up haphazardly. The old woman lay emaciated on the haystack, her face as pale as paper, barely breathing. Xiao Jun, his small, dark figure, held the old woman's hand tightly, nestled in her arms, his eyes closed, unconscious, with wet tear stains on his face.
Seeing this tragic scene, Meng Shuyun's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe them away.
The crowd rushed the grandmother and grandson to the clinic, where they were immediately taken to the emergency room.
The Women's Federation director stepped forward, tightly grasped Meng Shuyun's hand, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Auntie. If it weren't for you, they probably wouldn't have made it through today. Zhao Hui is utterly unworthy of being called a human being!"
Xiao Jun is a filial but pitiful child. He was abducted when he was two years old, but managed to escape on his own.
Once this is resolved, we will definitely help him find his family and send him to an orphanage. It will certainly be much better for him there than at the Zhao family's house.”
Meng Shuyun nodded with deep feeling after hearing this, thinking that Xiaojun was indeed a child with a hard life. Although life in the orphanage was tough, at least he would no longer be beaten and abused.
“I have evidence to prove that the twenty yuan that Zhao Hui stole was lent to him by my two granddaughters. I just withdrew the money from the bank, and the serial numbers are consecutive. Just by comparing them, we can figure it out.”
"I said it seriously," Meng Shuyun said. The women's director quickly turned around, took out paper and pen, and carefully wrote down the consecutive numbers.
Just then, the ward door creaked open, and Xiao Jun, like a frightened little animal, rushed out with bloodshot eyes. He looked panicked, glancing around anxiously, as if desperately searching for something.
"Xiaojun, we're here." Xiaojuan's eyes were red as she waved to him.
"Are you looking for your grandma? She's in the emergency room and hasn't come out yet," Xiaoli said softly, pointing to the emergency room with its red light on.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jun staggered to the door of the emergency room, slowly squatted down, covered his head with his hands, and tears streamed down his face. His eyes were filled with fear and unease.
Seeing this, Xiaojuan and Xiaoli felt heartbroken. They quietly went over and placed the bread and milk in front of Xiaojun. The three of them huddled together and whispered to each other.
When the women's director saw this, her eyes also welled up with tears, and she raised her hand to wipe them away.
After the three finished speaking, the women's director stepped forward and introduced herself in a gentle tone: "Hello Xiaojun, I am Aunt Lian, the women's director. We know about your situation and plan to send you to the welfare home."
There are many children like you there. No one will hit you, you'll have clothes to wear, food to eat, and you can go to school. Would you like to go?
Xiao Jun looked up at Director Lian nervously, his eyes filled with both fear and anticipation, and asked softly, "Really? Can Grandma and I go together?"
Looking into Xiao Jun's expectant eyes, Director Lian felt the words of refusal stuck in her throat.
With a "snap," the light in the emergency room went out.
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