Just as Jiang Chan opened her eyes, she heard an arrogant voice coming from outside: "You lose money, go get me the roasted sweet potatoes."

It sounded like a dialect, but Jiang Chan strangely understood it.

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

Unfortunately, it was a step too late. A burst of crying came from the kitchen, and Jiang Chan ran into the kitchen in three steps at a time.

I saw a thin body curled up on the dirt floor in the kitchen, with smoke coming from his face, and there was a smell of burnt meat.

The sound came from this thin body. Jiang Chan was so excited that she picked up the water ladle and poured a ladle of water on the child's face. The child still cried loudly.

Jiang Chan poured several ladles of water down, and the charcoal on the child's face was finally extinguished. Jiang Chan washed her face clean, and saw that her face was covered in burnt flesh and blood.

Seeing the child open his mouth and still crying, Jiang Chan also shed tears. She touched the child's back and said, "Don't cry, little flower. Don't cry. Tears are salty. If you cry again, your face will hurt even more."

The child sobbed twice, but still held back her tears. Jiang Chan stood up and turned the house upside down before finding some liquor. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Xiao Hua, bear with me. Grandma will disinfect you. Grandma will take you after disinfection."

See a doctor."

The boy who was frightened by Xiaohua's cry also ran in. He looked at Xiaohua and said viciously: "What kind of doctor do you want to see for losing money? Why didn't you get burned to death?"

Jiang Chan felt angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, but the little girl's burns were more important now.

She gritted her teeth and picked up Xiao Hua: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Hua. Grandma will take you to the doctor right now. If it hurts, just pinch grandma's shoulder. Grandma knows you will definitely be in pain."

After searching in the room, Jiang Chan grabbed a handful of cents and stuffed them into his pocket without counting. He easily found his ID card and household registration book. Jiang Chan endured the pain in his lower back and carried Xiaohua out of the house.

As soon as she went out, she saw endless mountains. Although she knew from the memory of the original owner that this was a mountainous area, it was still difficult for Jiang Chan to accept it. There were seven or eight families in the mountains, all of them walking. Who could help her send the little girl to

Hospital?

Just two steps out of the house, I met a short old man with a pockmarked face. This was the original owner's husband, Zhou Dayou. He had a hoe on his shoulder and looked at people with a very sinister look.

When she saw the old man, the little girl on Jiang Chan's back suddenly shrank. Jiang Chan patted her calf: "Don't be afraid, little flower. Grandma will take you to see a doctor right now."

The little girl calmed down and lay peacefully on Jiang Chan's back, with tears still in her eyes. Jiang Chan walked past Zhou Dayou without even looking at him.

Zhou Dayou frowned and looked at her: "It's dinner time, where are you going with this loser?"

Jiang Chan ignored him and limped away with the little girl on his back. When he received no response to his question, Zhou Dayou snorted and entered the house with a sullen face.

Jiang Chan felt pain all over her body, and it was very unfortunate that she came here at this time. The original owner had been domestically abused by Zhou Dayou just the day before yesterday, and he usually had to lie in bed for several days before he could recover.

As a result, Jiang Chan suffered. Jiang Chan had never experienced such pain. Her back, waist and legs were in great pain. If it weren't for her excellent perseverance, Jiang Chan would probably have fallen down.

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After carrying Xiaohua on his back for nearly three hours, Jiang Chan's hands were frozen and stiff. It was winter at this time, and Jiang Chan wore few clothes, so she was already freezing.

After finally walking out of the mountain, Jiang Chan checked the direction and found a motorcycle on the side of the road. The driver was a man in his forties: "Can't we get to the dermatology hospital in the provincial capital?"

The man smiled with yellow teeth: "Go, three yuan."

Without saying a word, Jiang Chan took out three dollars and put it in the man's hand. The little flower on her back timidly said: "Milk, it's a lot of money, or we shouldn't go and see it."

Jiang Chan felt sour in her heart: "Don't worry, Xiaohua, grandma is rich, and she will cure you no matter how much money she spends."

Only then did the man notice Xiao Hua behind Jiang Chan. He was also startled by Xiao Hua's face and hurriedly started the car: "Mom, get in the car quickly. This child's face is burned like this. He needs to go to the hospital quickly."

A stranger who has never masked his face cares about a little girl's face, while the original owner's husband and grandson turn a blind eye to all this. The comparison between the two is quite chilling.

After a quick trip, the man sent Jiang Chan and Xiaohua to the provincial capital dermatology hospital. Jiang Chan carried Xiaohua on her back to register. There were not many people in the hospital, and the doctor checked Xiaohua's burn condition.

"Her burns are relatively serious and cover a large area. She needs to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."

Looking at Jiang Chan who looked nervous, the doctor took off his gloves and talked about Xiaohua's condition.

"Fortunately, it was discovered in time and disinfected. It just looks scary now."

"Will there be scars in the future?" Jiang Chan doesn't care about anything else but this. If a girl gets scars on her face, how difficult will it be in the future?

"She will definitely have scars in this situation, but it also depends on her subsequent recovery. There is currently a skin grafting surgery. If you want her to have no scars, you can take her for this surgery."

"But seeing that your conditions are not well-off, the cost of this skin grafting operation is very high." The doctor looked at Jiang Chan's shabby clothes and said very pertinently.

Jiang Chan frowned and said, "Doctor, please help her take a look first. I just want her to be healthy. We'll talk about the scar later. The child is in too much pain now."

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

Looking at the hideous wounds on the ignorant little girl's face, the doctor shook his head sadly. If the girl had scars on her face, her life would basically be ruined.

Fortunately, the eyes and mouth were not burned, only the face. If the mouth was burned to the point of deformation, even the Daluo God would not be able to do anything.

The doctor shook his head and walked out.

After arranging Xiao Hua to lie down, Jiang Chan sat down beside the hospital bed, and then she had the time to sort out the memory of the original owner.

"Mom, will I have scars like grandpa in the future?" Xiaohua suddenly said timidly, and while speaking, she touched the wound on her face, and she grimaced in pain.
Chapter completed!