Tian Dajiang sat dejectedly to one side, "We'll only be able to drink rice soup from now on; we don't have the means."
"Dajiang, why don't we ask them again and return the third girl to them? They're about to be discharged."
"No more giving her away, we'll raise her ourselves."
"Dajiang, we can't keep her alive; rice soup can't sustain a baby."
Tian Dajiang hugged his head, sitting there.
Jiang Xinyu had heard their conversation but did not respond. The formula was left on the table, intending to give it to them when she left. She couldn't bear to see such a small child suffer.
Liu Guilan turned to look at Jiang Xinyu, "Comrade, you should take the child; staying with me will only bring her suffering."
"We're leaving soon, so the formula is for you."
"Comrade, leaving the formula, how many days can it last? The child will still starve afterward.
As a mother yourself, you can't bear to see this newborn suffer, can you? I'm begging you, please take the child."
