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Fu Hanwen didn't even realize that the way he looked at the little girl became more and more tender, he only knew that the more he understood her, the more he liked her.
Actually, in her past life when Xiao Ruo was a child, she felt sympathy for people with physical disabilities, but deep down, she was still afraid. However, after spending time with her grandfather and then entering medical school, she had seen scenarios far more horrifying and disgusting, and gradually, she became desensitized.
Driving the ox cart, Fu Hanwen followed behind Old Zhuang through half the village, finally stopping in front of a "Mongolian yurt" styled wooden house located in the center of the village.
From the outside, Xiao Ruo had been amazed by such a house, but once inside, she was disappointed because the "Mongolian yurt" wooden house, which appeared to be at least seventy to eighty square meters, had nothing in it besides a wooden bed and another wooden bed, not even a stove.