Chapter 127

Just as Jiang Chan opened her eyes, she heard a bossy voice from the outside: "lose money, go and bring me the baked sweet potatoes."

This sounds like a dialect, but Jiang Chan understood it strangely.

She immediately got out of bed, and the pain from her waist and back made her stagger. Jiang Chan didn't care about this at all and stumbled to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, it was still a little late. There was a loud cry in the kitchen. Jiang Chan ran into the kitchen step by step.

I saw a thin body curled up on the mud floor of the kitchen, with smoke on his face, and a smell of burnt meat came.

The sound came from the thin body. Jiang Chan was excited all over. She picked up a ladle and poured it on the child's face. The child still cried.

Jiang Chan went down a few scoops of water again, and the charcoal on the child's face was extinguished. Jiang Chan washed her face and saw that her face was covered with burning blood and flesh.

Seeing the child open his mouth and cry, Jiang Chan's tears came down. She touched the child's back: "Xiaohua doesn't cry, don't cry, the tears are salty, and then it will hurt more on her face."

The child sobbed twice, but still held back his tears. Ginger cicada stood up and turned the house upside down to find some baijiu. With tears in her eyes, "Xiaohua forbeared. Grandma disinfected you. Grandma took you to see a doctor."

The boy surprised by Xiaohua's cry also ran in. He looked at Xiaohua and said viciously, "what doctor do you want to see for losing money? Why didn't you burn you?"

Jiang Chan was angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, but now it's still the little girl's burn that matters.

She gritted her teeth and picked up Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, don't be afraid. Grandma will take you to see a doctor. If you hurt, pinch grandma's shoulder. Grandma knows you must hurt."

After looking for it in the room, Jiang Chan didn't count. She grabbed a handful of wool tickets and stuffed them into her pocket. She easily found her ID card and household registration book. Jiang Chan walked out of the door with flowers on her back.

As soon as he went out, there were endless mountains. Although he knew from the memory of the original owner that this was a mountainous area, Jiang Chan was still very difficult to accept. There are seven or eight families in the mountain. They all rely on walking. Who can help her take the little girl to the hospital?

Just two steps out of the house, I met a short old man with a pockmarked face. This is Zhou Dayou, the husband of the original owner. He carries a hoe on his shoulder and looks at people with very cruel eyes.

When she saw the old man, the little girl on Jiang Chan's back suddenly shrank. Jiang Chan patted her calf: "Xiaohua is not afraid. Grandma will take you to see a doctor."

The little girl calmed down and lay peacefully on Jiang Chan's back, but tears were still in her eyes. Jiang Chan didn't even look at Zhou Dayou and walked over from his side.

Zhou Dayou frowned at her: "it's time for dinner. Where are you taking this money losing goods?"

Jiang Chan ignored him and limped away with the little girl on her back. His questions were not answered. Zhou Dayou snorted and entered the house with a calm face.

Jiang Chan was in pain all over. It was very unfortunate that she came here. The original owner was raped by Zhou Dayou the day before yesterday. Generally, she had to lie in bed for several days to recover.

In this way, Jiang Chan suffered. Jiang Chan has never experienced such pain. Her back, waist and legs are very painful. If she hadn't had excellent perseverance support, Jiang Chan would have fallen down.

After carrying Xiaohua for nearly three hours, Jiang Chan's hands were frozen and hard. This season is winter. Jiang Chan wears few clothes and has long been cold.

After walking out of the mountain, Jiang Chan identified the next direction and found a motorcycle on the side of the road. The driver was a man in his forties: "can't you go to the provincial capital skin hospital?"

The man smiled with yellow teeth: "go, three dollars."

Without saying a word, Jiang Chan took out three yuan and put it in the man's palm. The little flower on her back said timidly, "milk, a lot of money, or let's not go to see it."

Jiang Chan's heart was sour: "don't worry, Xiaohua. The milk is rich. Grandma will cure you even if she spends more money."

The man found the little flower behind Jiang Chan. He was also startled by the little flower's face and hurriedly started the car: "aunt, you get on the bus quickly. The child's face is burned like this. You should hurry to the hospital."

A stranger without a mask cares about a little girl's face, but the husband and grandson of the original owner turn a blind eye to all this. The comparison between the two is chilling.

All the way, the man sent Jiang Chan and Xiaohua to the provincial capital skin hospital. Jiang Chan went to register with xiaohua on her back. There were few people in the hospital. The doctor checked Xiaohua's burn.

"Her burn is quite serious and covers a large area. She needs to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."

Looking at the nervous ginger cicada, the doctor took off his gloves and said Xiaohua's condition.

"Fortunately, it was found in time and disinfected again. Now it looks very scary."

"Will you leave a scar in the future?" Jiang Chan didn't care about anything else, so she cared about this. If the girl had a scar on her face, how difficult would it be in the future?

"It's certain that she has scars, but it also depends on her recovery. At present, there is a skin grafting operation. If you want her not to have scars, you can take her to have this operation."

"But you are not well-off, and the cost of this skin grafting operation is very high." the doctor looked at Jiang Chan's shabby clothes and said to the point.

Jiang Chan frowned, "doctor, please help her first. I think she's healthy. I'll talk about leaving scars later. The child is too painful now."

Doctor: "I'll open a ward for her first. The nurse will give her an infusion later. You'll take care of her in recent days. If she recovers well, she can go back to the hospital for a few days."

Looking at the ferocious wound on the ignorant little girl's face, the doctor shook his head with regret. If the girl had a scar on her face, her life would basically be ruined.

Fortunately, it didn't burn the eyes and mouth, but on the face. If the mouth burns to deformation again, there is no way to have Da Luo immortal.

The doctor shook his head and went out.

Arranging Xiaohua to lie down, Jiang Chan sat down beside the hospital bed. Only then did she have the heart to take good care of the memory of the original owner.

"Milk, will I have scars like grandpa in the future?" Xiaohua suddenly said timidly. She pulled the wound on her face and showed her teeth in pain.

Jiang cicada touched Xiaohua's thin hand: "no, Xiaohua's face will grow well in the future. Milk and you promise that no matter what method milk uses, Xiaohua will be cured."