Qin Xiangnuan lowered her eyelashes, her tiny fists clenched tightly. Indeed, the illness struck earlier than expected. It wasn't supposed to be so serious, but it worsened because her brother had to work in the fields while sick, and after being beaten by Hu Li and Qin Guohua, even an adult could hardly bear it, let alone a child under ten years old.
"Let's go, first take Xiang Yang to see a doctor."
Uncle Hua hurriedly grabbed Qin Xiangyang's clothes to dress him, then carried him outside. Qin Xiangyang was thin, pitifully thin, and it was uncertain if he even weighed forty kilograms. Uncle Hua was a strong man accustomed to farm work, so this small weight was nothing for him.
