"Yuehua, you take a rest first. I'll call your family. Don't get too excited. Take care of yourself first." The women's director hurried out to make a phone call.
If she really called the police, she, as the director of the women's department, would probably be implicated. The Diao family would go to jail and hate her to death, and she would not be able to stay in the village.
Yuehua bit her lips tightly, closed her eyes and shed tears silently, her tears soaking the pillow like beads from a broken string.
The Li family felt very uncomfortable watching this.
"Yuzhi, eat something first. Your body won't be able to bear it if you don't eat." Wu Zhiqiu put the lunch box in his hand on the head of Yuehua's bed.
Yuehua opened her eyes and choked up, "Thank you, Auntie"
"Eat. No matter how big the problem is, you have to take good care of yourself before you can handle it," Wu Zhiqiu comforted.
Yuehua nodded, didn't eat, and lay on the bed without any anger.
Wu Zhiqiu shook his head. No one could persuade him at this time.
The next day at noon, a little girl in her teens peeked into the ward through the door. The moment she saw Yuehua, tears started streaming down her face. She carefully stepped beside Yuehua and softly called out "Mom".
The girl's clothes were patched on top of patches. She was very skinny, with no flesh on her face, which made her eyes look particularly big. The shoes on her feet were also patched, with her two big toes exposed.
If it were the sixties or seventies, it would be common to see rural children wearing this outfit. Now they are in their nineties, and there are enough resources. Even the poorest families can still have enough food and clothing.
Yuehua opened her eyes, which were bloodshot and her pale lips trembled. "Wenjing, why are you here? Who brought you here?"
"Mom, I came here by myself. My grandparents went home to bury my brother and called me a jinx and wouldn't let me stay home. I was worried about you and wanted to come and see you."
Wen Jing held her mother's hand and placed it next to her face. She didn't say that it was her mother who was cursed to death by her grandparents at home. It was her mother who was useless and failed to preserve the Diao family's roots, so they took out their anger on her.
"You silly child, it will take several hours for me to come back. What if I get lost? I will come back when I feel better." Yuehua's tears flowed again.
"Mom, I brought you some steamed buns, have some." The girl took out a plastic bag from her arms, inside of which were two steamed buns. "Grandma Zhang from the village gave them to me. She also gave me two yuan and asked me to take a bus here, but I couldn't bear to spend it."
The girl was so well behaved that it made people feel distressed. Wu Zhiqiu quickly poured some chicken soup that Li Mancang had just sent to the mother and daughter.
"The steamed buns are too dry, just eat them lightly."
Yuehua pursed her lips, looked at the girl's wet hair, and did not refuse, "Thank you, Auntie."
"What are you thanking me for? It's just a matter of licking the water from the bucket."
The little girl looked at the chicken soup quietly, swallowed her saliva, soaked the steamed buns in the chicken soup, and fed it to her mother on the hospital bed.
"Wenjing, you eat too."
"Mom, I'm not hungry. You should eat more and nourish yourself well so that you can get better. I don't want to be without my mom."
Wen Jing's words made Su Mo and Wu Zhiqiu burst into tears. Su Mo had lived a wealthy life since she was a child, and was surrounded by children with good conditions. She had never seen such a sensible and pitiful child. In addition, she had just given birth and her maternal love was overflowing, so she could not bear to hear such words.
He poked Wu Zhiqiu and said, "Mom, let's help them."
Wu Zhiqiu patted Su Mo's hand and said, "Wait until her man comes back." It seems that the man is not a very good person, otherwise the mother and daughter would not be living like this.
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