The two of them immediately went out and arrived at the county town. Mengyu first went to sell a lot of meat buns. Then they walked to an abandoned factory in the north of the county town.
Xiao Hua followed Mengyu and felt strange. Didn't he say he was looking for gangsters? Why did he still buy buns and run to this increasingly desolate place?
But she didn't ask, but followed Mengyu closely.
Xiao Hua's performance made Mengyu very satisfied with her: this little girl did her best, she is smart, discerning, doesn't talk too much, and has her own bottom line.
Why haven't I heard from her in my previous life?
However, she was not recognized by him as his younger sister in her previous life, so she should have been sold by her family, right? In fact, if he hadn't followed her back yesterday, I'm afraid she would have been married to that gangster Tian Xianhua by her brother.
Walking into the gate of the abandoned factory, the two entered the factory building whose doors and windows had been demolished. When they saw three children among piles of tattered cotton wool in the corner, Tie Mengyu frowned.
A place like this can barely survive the hot weather, but now it's cold weather. Since there are no doors or windows, the cold wind blows directly in. How do these people survive the winter?
However, this house is already considered the best among these dilapidated factory buildings. The other ones are even more dilapidated. Some have been damaged by the sun, while others have had their walls collapsed.
Although the doors and windows of this room have holes, the roof is still in good condition and the walls are not cracked or damaged.
Mengyu took out the big meat buns and handed them to the children: "Children, is Ashin here?"
The eldest boy, who was thirteen or fourteen and a half years old, cautiously stopped in front of Mengyu and Xiao Hua: "Axin is not here, who are you?"
Mengyu glanced at the other two children in the cotton wool. One boy, eight or nine years old, was looking at Mengyu and Xiao Hua with wide eyes. The other girl, only five or six years old, fell asleep in the cotton wool.
No, the girl's face is abnormally red, she has a fever!
Mengyu pointed at the child: "She is sick, why don't you take her to see a doctor?"
The boy stared at Mengyu, then looked back at the sleeping girl, with anxiety finally showing on his face: "We didn't have money to take her to see a doctor, so we bought her antipyretic pills. She even took them this morning."
Mengyu stuffed the bun into the boy's hand: "I'll show it to her."
The boy looked at Mengyu and then at the girl's red face, and finally stepped aside: "Then, just take a look."
Mengyu didn't care about a boy. She walked over and touched the girl's forehead first, and found that the girl had a severe fever. She then looked at the girl's eyelids and tongue.
She had medicine in her hand, but she couldn't take it out. She thought that she should make some medicine according to the pharmacopoeia.
"No, she must be sent to the hospital immediately, otherwise she will be burned into a fool."
She turned to Xiao Hua: "Take it to the hospital!"
Without saying a word, Xiao Hua stepped forward and took the girl out of the cotton wool, held her in his arms and left.
Seeing the hesitation of the half-grown boy, Mengyu shouted: "Why are you still hesitating? Do you want her to be burned into a fool before you take her to see a doctor? Don't worry, I will pay for it."
The half-grown boy gritted his teeth and said, "I'll lend it to you."
The corners of Mengyu's mouth turned up: This awkward and stubborn child.
Yes, this awkward half-grown boy was exactly the Ashin she was looking for on this trip.
She turned around and looked at Alin Chengcheng, who was following her: "Axin, do you really not know me anymore?"
Ashin looked up at Mengyu, his eyes filled with inquiry, surprise, but also disbelief.