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The illness can't be determined in a short while, and even if it's really diagnosed as autism, this bunch of people still won't know where to take the child for treatment.
The atmosphere in the room once again became oppressive.
Liu Jianjun downed a glass of alcohol and then spoke slowly, "Back when our Jiajia was sick, the two of us went humbly and pleaded with Li Xianghe, but at that time, she looked down on us, simple farmers. She bluntly said she wouldn't lend us money even if we had it to borrow. I'm not lying, am I?"
Li Xianglian didn't expect him to bring this up in front of the couple. Her face turned a bit unpleasant, but she still nodded. Both of them had been there at the time and heard everything clearly. Plus, she had burst into tears the moment she left the house. That was her own sister, and it was a matter of life and death for her daughter. Not only could Jianjun never forget it, but she, as a mother, couldn't either.
