"What is she doing? Why do you always speak in such an urgent tone?" the village chief was also a hot-headed man, slapping his thigh in frustration, "Your husband is still in so much pain! Can't you speak more clearly?"
"She's gone to borrow money." Bai Xue's face showed signs of not being able to hold up, with no money left at home, and a need to seek medical treatment in town, how could they manage without money? That's why she had sent Bai Yanjiao out to borrow money quickly.
With her words, the whole village began to talk, all sympathizing with the An Family, thinking how much more difficult their life had just become.
Bai Yanjiao came back panting, clutching a handful of money and shoved it into Bai Xue's hands, "I borrowed ten yuan... plus what we have at home, it should be enough now."
"Alright, let's all disperse. Let's hurry up and go! An Shuchao can hardly bear the pain any longer!" the village chief declared.
