"Shi Shen is not at home." Qian Mei said.

"where is he?"

Qian Mei's eyes flickered, "I went to visit relatives."

Jiang Qian didn't believe it, Qian Mei was lying to her, something must have happened to Shi Shen.

"Shi Shen is at home, right? If you don't tell the truth, Rabbit won't give it to you." Jiang Qian turned around and left.

The rabbit meat he got was about to fly away, but Qian Mei was unwilling and said anxiously: "Shi Shen is sick."

Jiang Qian asked Qian Mei to lead the way, but she didn't give him any rabbit until he saw Shi Shen. Qian Mei, who had a brain full of rabbit meat, let Jiang Qian and Xiao Wu's wife in by some strange combination.

Qianmei's family has two rooms, one for sleeping and one for eating and storing sundries.

The place where Shi Shen slept was a bunk on the floor in a pile of debris, and the bunk was simply unspeakable. The bottom was covered with straw, and the top was covered with a straw mat with holes. Shi Shen lay on it, covered with a quilt. It's also in tatters.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Qian took a breath. Shi Shen was already skinny and skinny. There was not even a bed in the sleeping place, and the quilts were all thin and torn. It was amazing not to get sick.

Shi Shen was seen curled up into a small ball on the floor, motionless, obviously unconscious. Jiang Qian probed Shi Shen's forehead. He was running a high fever. Qian Mei, the mother, didn't care?

Jiang Qian asked angrily: "When your son is sick, why don't you call the barefoot doctor to see him?"

Qian Mei said disapprovingly: "It's just a fever. Just cover it with a quilt and sweat."

This woman is simply unworthy of being a mother. She has a high fever of at least 40 degrees Celsius. If she doesn’t call a barefoot doctor and only covers herself with a tattered quilt, how can she cover up her sweat? It’s God’s blessing if she doesn’t freeze to death. .

Xiao Wu's wife couldn't stand it anymore. She had never seen such a hard-hearted mother. Even if Shi Shen was a picked-up child, she should still have some compassion, right?

Qian Mei, the biological mother, looked on with cold eyes and downplayed it.

"Qian Mei! Shi Shen, is he your son?"

Qian Mei paused for a moment, then said unhappily: "Of course Shi Shen is my son, what do you mean by that?"

Xiao Wu's daughter-in-law said angrily: "Since she is your son, then you have to hire a barefoot doctor. What good will it do to your family if she is burned to death? Are you going to raise a fool or have fewer people to work in the future?"

Qian Mei stopped talking.

"I think Shi Shen does most of the work in your house, right? Don't regret it then." Xiao Wu's wife added, hoping Qian Mei could handle it more clearly.

But Qian Mei was obviously confused. What she said next made Jiang Qian and Xiao Wu's wife angry. "Whether we want to hire a barefoot doctor or not, my family has the final say on this matter."

Ma Guicheng is not a human being, and he would not spend money to treat Shi Shen's illness even if he thought about it with his toes.

Xiao Wu's wife suddenly understood that this was an excellent couple, they did not regard Shi Shen as a person, and it didn't matter to them whether he lived or not.

That's why you can treat a life with such indifference.

Xiao Wu's wife and Jiang Qian looked at each other. They were not people who would refuse to save someone. Jiang Qian said, "I asked my uncle to call the barefoot doctor."

But Qian Mei said: "Little girl, if you go to see a barefoot doctor, I won't have money to pay for the medical expenses." The meaning is obviously that if you want to save people, just save them to the end.

It was important to save Shi Shen's life right now, so Jiang Qian didn't want to talk nonsense with Qian Mei and ran home quickly to Xu Shu to ask for a barefoot doctor.

"Third uncle! This is an urgent matter, can you help Qianqian for once?"

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