Who is it? !
The Song family looked at each other. At this time, people felt a little uneasy.
"who?"
Song Luoyun felt that he was the oldest in the family now, so he took the initiative.
"Your neighbor."
"I heard that someone in your family had a fever. I came here as soon as I got the medicine."
Qiao Jiuru heard the delicate voice of the person who answered the door, probably a young girl, and felt trembling with fear, so she tried to explain more.
His neighbor?
Left or right? !
There is no one on the left and no traffic on the right.
However, Song Luoyun was finally overcome by the word "medicine", and he opened the door without much hesitation.
Outside the door in the dim night, there stood a man and a woman, about four or five years old, dressed in an intellectual manner, and did not look like bad people at all.
"Aunt, uncle."
Song Luoyun politely greeted Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan, and then felt awkward and didn't know what to say.
"My last name is Qiao, and my husband's last name is Su. Child, can we go in and see the patient? You can't take random medicines. We have to look at several types to see what kind of disease the patient has."
Qiao Jiuru saw that the child in front of him was restrained, embarrassed and hesitant to speak, so he moved again.
"Okay, okay, Aunt Qiao, Uncle Su, please come in. My brother and sister have a high fever."
Song Luoyun didn't have any hesitation or doubt this time. Besides, he had nothing at home now, so what could anyone want? !
Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan followed Song Luoyun in, but they didn't expect that the Song family's house was more dilapidated and empty than they had imagined. There was only one main room, two side rooms, a kitchen and a washroom. It was obvious that they were separated.
"Grandma and grandpa, this is Aunt Qiao and Uncle Su from next door. They are here to see their younger brothers and sisters."
Song Luoyun led everyone into the side room, and then introduced Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan to his grandparents, brothers and sisters.
The house next door? !
Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were immediately confused, because the house on the left had never been lived in, but they knew the house on the right.
However, the two old people looked at the dim light in the room and thought that the person who came in front of them did not look like a bad person. Moreover, since he was attracted by the crying and noisy sound, he must be a soft-hearted person.
"Uncle, aunt, my last name is Qiao, and this is my wife's last name is Su. We heard your child crying, and it sounded like he was sick. We happened to have medicine with us, so we came over to ask."
Qiao Jiuru smiled and walked up to greet the two extremely old and sad-looking old men, which not only stated their identities, but also stated their purpose.
"Comrade Qiao, Comrade Su, my two grandsons are sick and have a high fever."
Although Grandma Song has not completely let down her guard, the most important thing now is the two children's illness, which cannot wait any longer. She had been wiping their bodies with cold water just now, but after so much time, the two children still had a high fever.
It seems that without medicine, there is no way. But they have no money.
"let me see."
Qiao Jiuru already had a general understanding of the situation in the house. Apart from the two old people, this family probably had a room full of children of all ages.
There is no need to think about this, I'm afraid he is that kind of person. Moreover, there is no one who can support himself or make money. The old, the weak, and the young all have a hard time living.
"I have antipyretics and cough medicine here. Give the children the antipyretics first."
Qiao Jiuru carefully examined the two children. Their faces were so hot from fever that they could fry eggs. If they didn't take medicine, they would be in danger.
Therefore, without hesitation, she took the antipyretic pills from the pharmacy through the cloth bag on her back.
Different from the white pills of Western medicine, these two are black pills. Qiao Jiuru thinks that the pills from the pharmacy may be more effective than those outside.
"This is a traditional Chinese medicine for fever reduction. It's warm but not harmful to the body."
Qiao Jiuru handed the two pills to Grandma Song and did not feed them directly to the child.
Grandma Song took the two pills and fed them into the mouths of the two children without any hesitation.
Now, for a family like theirs, what is there to hesitate about? ! It’s good enough that I can take medicine now.
"Aunt Qiao, Uncle Su, drink some water."
At this time, Song Luoyun poured two bowls of water over and asked Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan to drink.
Qiao Jiuru didn't refuse Su Huaiyuan, took the bowl from him and drank a few cups. Then, the couple saw each other's sighs and couldn't bear it.
Because the bowls that Song Luoyun gave them to drink water were all broken, not to mention that they saw that the people in this room were wearing broken clothes and the bed covers were broken.
They were torn and thin, with all kinds of patches all over them. From the oldest to the youngest, they were all skinny and skinny, and their complexions didn't look very good either. It was obvious that they were suffering from long-term malnutrition.
"Uncle Song, this is cough medicine. I just heard you coughing. Please accept this bottle of medicine."
After Qiao Jiuru finished drinking the water, he took out the cough pills from the cloth bag in the space and changed the bottle and handed them to Mr. Song.
"How can this be so embarrassing? We, we don't have the money to pay you."
Mr. Song had never been so short of money in his life, and he never expected to encounter such a fate. He couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes.
"Uncle Song, this little bit of medicine is not worth much. What's more, the purpose of making this medicine is to cure diseases and save lives. This is its value."
This was the first time Su Huaiyuan spoke since he came in. He couldn't bear to see the frail old man in this state.
I feel sad and uncomfortable.
"Well, I will shamelessly accept it. I won't thank you for your kindness. It's a pity that I don't have any good things at home, otherwise I could give them to you."
Mr. Song doesn't want to be pretentious or want face now. He can want face, but the children have to live.
Is face more important than life? !
"Grandpa, what's going on in your family?!"
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