Worried about safety, Jiang Ning smeared some dust on his face and clothes.
The air in the shantytowns is polluted, garbage and filth can be seen everywhere, the survivors are unkempt, and there are piles of scavenged items next to their tents or wooden houses.
After asking several times, I finally found the shabby tent.
Mother Zhong squatted in front of the tent, boiling herbs on the earth stove, "Mom, the medicine is almost ready."
A cough was heard from the tent. "Don't waste food to buy medicine. I've lived long enough to get what I deserve."
Mother Zhong added firewood to the pit. "Mom, don't let your imagination run wild. If Zhong Ping hears, he'll be worried. You're fine. It's just that you're old and your recovery is slow."
Seeing Jiang Ning, Zhong's mother was particularly surprised, "Why are you here?"
"I was doing some work nearby and stopped by to see you guys."
Mrs. Zhong was very happy. She wiped the handle and led the person inside. "Please come in."
The tent was cramped, but it was clean and there was no peculiar smell.
Grandma turned sideways and asked, "Xiao Jiang and Xiao Huo are here?"
He doesn't look well, and looks listless and dull. He seems to have aged several years since the last time we met, and his cheeks have become thinner.
Jiang Ning sat on the ground, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I just hit my head during the earthquake."
Just as Grandma Zhong was about to sit up, she felt dizzy.
Zhong's mother helped her lie down and explained to the two: "Zhong Ping made an iron box to absorb shock. When the earthquake happened, our whole family wrapped ourselves in thick clothes and got inside. But we didn't expect the earthquake to be so severe."
The sky was collapsing and the earth was shaking, and the weather was extremely hot and humid. If you were not killed by the earthquake, you would be suffocated to death.
Grandma Zhong survived the earthquake, but not the aftershocks, and she suffered as soon as she got out of the iron box.
The old man was not flexible and fell to the ground and was hit by flying rocks.
I exchanged supplies for expensive anti-inflammatory drugs. The external injuries were barely healed, but I was left with headaches and dizziness, and no amount of medicine helped.
The elderly have heavy mental burdens and always feel that they are a burden to their children and grandchildren. This will only lead to illness.
Jiang Ning saw through it and smiled and comforted her: "Grandma, if you trust my poor medical skills, I will take a look at you."
"That's great." Mother Zhong thanked repeatedly.
The barefoot doctor she hired from outside talked nonsense and not only did he not cure the disease, he almost scared the old man to death.
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