"Mom, the day you went to the hospital, my sister and I went to Teacher Jiang's house. My sister now drinks milk powder five or six times a day."
This made Yu Guiying finally relieved. "Second Uncle."
"Guiying, you need to take good care of yourself. The child is still too young, and she can't be without you. It's not a big deal; there's always a place where you can find justice."
"Yes, Second Uncle, I'm going to embarrass the village."
"It's okay, Second Uncle understands you. These are white bread buns brought by Teacher Jiang, ten dollars, and ten pounds of food tickets. Here are five pounds of food tickets from me. What have you been eating these past few days?"
Li Changjiang said bitterly, "It's the doctor here who saw Guiying was pitiful and lent me ten pounds of food tickets."
"Alright, as long as you have food to eat, it's fine.
