“This matter can be big or small. I suggest you go to the hospital if you can. An elderly person of this age may break a bone if he falls.”
Jiang Qin said something to Jiang Tian, and then came under the awning and took a look at the old lady. She was very thin and a little stooped.
Judging from her clothes and mental state, it can be seen that her life is not good. Not only are her clothes shabby, but her hands are so thin that there is only a layer of skin left.
Jiang Qin took a look and found that it was nothing serious, except that the skin on his hand was scratched and there was a wound on the heel that was bleeding.
“Old lady, should I take you to the hospital?”
The old lady immediately waved her hand: “I don’t need to go to the hospital. You should go back quickly. You still have to go to school.”
“It won’t take long. I’ll drive you there, and it will only take two or three hours.” Jiang Qin patiently persuaded.
“Not even two or three hours. My son hasn’t eaten yet.”
“?”
Hearing this, everyone around was stunned. The old lady must be sixty or seventy years old, and the son must be an adult. Why does his mother have to worry about eating?
But the old lady insisted not to go to the hospital and insisted on leaving. In desperation, Jiang Qin could only let Song Qingqing and Pan Xiu support her, and then a group of people sent the old lady home.
Under the misty rain, the old lady was led to the alley at the end of South Street and came to a small fruit stall.
She stretched out her hand and pushed open the broken wooden door, revealing a small space of only a few square meters. There was a wheelchair inside. Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with dull eyes. He could only make a whining sound. He must have been paralyzed. .
“You guys go back, I have to cook.” The old lady started chasing people away again.
Jiang Qin said don’t do it, and then asked Jiang Tian to buy some food from a nearby merchant. He handed the umbrella to Zhuang Chen, stuffed him with 200 yuan, and asked him to go to the supermarket to buy a box of milk or something.
Seeing Jiang Qin ordering everyone in an orderly manner, Jian Chun was a little dazed.
“Old lady, is this your son?”
“yes.”
The old lady said that she was a merchant on South Street and ran the small fruit stall in front of them. Her son was paralyzed and needed to be fed every day to survive.
She said that the stall was provided free of charge by the government for poverty alleviation, and the fruits were provided to them by a kind-hearted supplier. They ran this stall on South Street. Although they did not make much, they could barely survive.
After hearing this short story, every girl in Class 3 had tears in her eyes. They had to donate money to the old lady, but she only received one hundred.
“I’m poor, but I don’t need food. I just need to buy some ointment and put it on.”
“…”
Jiang Qin watched silently from the side, feeling that Jian Chun had really met a good person, otherwise she would definitely suffer a big loss this time.