Her husband's name was Tong An. Tong An understood her reluctance and patted her hands twice, saying, "If you can't bear to leave, then stay!"
"Kekekeke...she's sick!"
"It's okay. If she's sick, we'll treat her. Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. If we don't save her, death might be the only thing waiting for her. I believe that God will be kind to our kindness and give us a healthy daughter."
Tears welled up in Zhao Yun's eyes. Her mood was complicated at the moment. She felt pity for her child and gratitude towards her husband... It was a mixture of emotions that was hard to describe. She nodded vigorously to Tong An.
"Then you go in and look after the child. I'll go handle the discharge procedures and we'll take her to the county hospital for treatment."
Tong An finished speaking, stood up and walked towards the bill payment counter. Zhao Yun also stood up from her chair and returned to the ward. Looking at the sleeping child on the bed, she gently stroked the child's face with her hand. She prayed silently in her heart, "God, please have mercy on this poor child! Let her grow up safely and healthily!"
After Tong An finished the formalities and came back, the two of them walked out of the hospital together, holding the child.
As Tong An walked, he said to Zhao Yun, who was holding the child, "Ayun, I named the child Tong Wan. Is that okay with you?"
"Tong Wan? Her biological parents named her Zhang Shuangwan. Going to Shuang and leaving Wan doesn't go against her parents' original intention. Child, did you hear that? From now on, you'll be called Tong Wan. You're the apple of our Tong family's eye. You must behave well, understand?"
Zhao Yun spoke to the child in her arms, and with the support of Tong An, they walked out of the hospital gate together.
Shumei, who rushed to the hospital, happened to pass by them. After searching for a long time, Shumei would never have dreamed that her biological daughter was so close to her.
She parked her bike and rushed to the hospital. After examination, the doctor said that the child had inhaled too much dust, which led to difficulty breathing, coughing, difficulty swallowing, and a high fever.
The money she had finally gotten from the factory director was spent on Shuangning. Shumei, holding her child on an IV drip, kept blaming herself. It was all her fault. She had nearly killed Shuangning in her quest to earn money to support her family.
All the hard work over the past few days has gone to waste, it's really not worth it.
She thought a lot in the hospital. No matter what, she could no longer take Shuangning to work in the brick factory. Life was important, but Shuangning's life was more important.
After leaving the hospital, Shumei once again searched the town, carrying Shuangning on her back. The town wasn't large, so a complete search wouldn't take long. She went door to door, using Shuangning on her back as a kind of "living painting," asking shopkeepers and passersby about their whereabouts. She still refused to give up, clinging to the hope that she might find Dabao.
Unexpectedly, this became a habit ingrained in her bones. In the days that followed, whenever she went to the town, she would bring Xiao Shuangning with her and inquire about everything from the beginning to the end of the town.
Seeing that Shumei had not been to the factory for a day, Boyi hesitated and worried. After get off work, he bought some fruits and went to Zhang's house in person. He used the excuse of visiting Jizong to inquire about Shumei's situation.
Shumei returned home just as it was getting dark. As soon as she entered the yard, she heard Boyi's voice.
"Boyi, you're here?" Shumei walked into the room and spoke to Boyi who was sitting next to Jizong's bed.
Hearing this, Boyi quickly stood up and helped Shumei take the child. "Come and see Ji Zong. How's little Shuangning? Is she okay?"
"I got an IV drip and I feel much better."
"Please think about what I said again! You really can't bring your child to the factory."
Boyi glanced towards the door, made sure Wu Ju was not there, and lowered his voice to speak in Shumei's ear.
"I understand. I'll go make dinner right away. Why don't you stay and eat before you leave?" Shumei said to Boyi as she put the child next to Jizong.
"No, it's late now. Xiao Youchen should go to bed. I'm going back now."
While Boyi was talking, Jizong checked with Shumei again to confirm the child's condition, "Is the child really okay?"
Shumei nodded affirmatively to Jizong and turned back to Boyi, "Is that so? Then let's do it some other time! Come over and have a couple of drinks with Jizong some other time."
"Okay, Ji Zong, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you another day."
Boyi walked towards the door while talking. Shumei followed him, sent him out of the yard, and then turned around to prepare dinner.
After dinner, Shumei told Jizong about her idea of leaving Shuangning at home with Wuju, and Jizong, of course, agreed wholeheartedly. The work at the brick factory was already tough enough, and Shumei had to carry Shuangning on her back while she worked. If for no other reason than to lighten Shumei's burden, he asked Wuju to agree.
At Ji Zong's urging, Shu Mei called Wu Ju to Ji Zong's room, and Ji Zong explained the matter clearly to Wu Ju.
Wu Ju's face darkened after hearing this. She still used her old trick of taking advantage of her age.
"I'm already old, and I worked so hard to raise you, but I haven't even thought about a single day of happiness. Now you want me to take care of you. You know I'm seriously ill with rheumatism, so how can I do the work of cleaning up feces and urine?"
"Mother, I'm your son now. In the future, Shumei and your only granddaughter will be responsible for taking care of you and father in our old age. People are all made of flesh and blood. I know you're old, so I don't ask you to do too much. I just ask you to do what you can to help Shumei share some of the burden."
They say that when God closes a door, he'll definitely open a window. It's absolutely true. In just a few days, Ji Zong, who used to be hands-on and never talkative, has become eloquent and eloquent, knowing how to appeal to both emotion and reason.
Shumei sat on the bed, soothing the child in her arms, not saying a word. She knew that the same words, spoken by different people, could have different effects. When Jizong said this, Wu Ju could listen calmly and carefully consider his words. If she had said such words, Wu Ju would have accused her of being disobedient and unfilial, threatening her by using the task of serving tea and water.
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