CHAPTER 1185: CHAPTER 1185 DIGGING OUT THE TUMOR (10)

Yang Xiaona still tightly clutched her collar, pursing her lips, looking at Shu Jiao, then at Ruan Jiaojiao, her eyes full of struggle.

"Xiaona?" Ruan Jiaojiao called softly, gently shaking her hem.

Yang Xiaona looked at her, obviously less resistant, so Ruan Jiaojiao took the opportunity to undo her clothes.

The jacket Yang Xiaona wore outside was coarse cloth, and it looked like it had been modified from large to small, not fitting at all. The sleeves were very small, but the body was too big. She had been wearing this piece of clothing since the school started, never taking it off.

Zhao Li had previously been surprised at how she wore so much in such heat, not even taking it off at midday.

Ruan Jiaojiao had also been surprised but had never suspected anything.

Now slowly taking off Yang Xiaona’s clothes, seeing her dark face turning uncontrollably red and hot, head buried facing the other side, body gently trembling, Ruan Jiaojiao thought she might be injured, hurting.

But when the clothes were undone, seeing the nearly transparent undershirt inside, she finally understood why she always wore this clothing year-round.

Yang Xiaona’s family had financial difficulties, never eating at school, and it seemed that most of her tuition was waived, so her family was truly struggling.

Ruan Jiaojiao had seen difficult conditions in Xiahe Village too, like Jiang Xun before, Wa Yiting, their families were not well-off either, but no matter how poor, at least they wouldn’t be without enough clothing, at most with more patches on their clothes, thinner in winter.

And Yang Xiaona, what she wore inside was a man’s undershirt, washed so many times it was translucent, unable to cover the body inside.

Ruan Jiaojiao had been drinking milk for years, her body developed quite well, so she started wearing small clothes at eight, and as she aged, her small clothes gradually got thicker.

Yang Xiaona seemed almost eighteen, yet wore nothing underneath.

When Ruan Jiaojiao saw this, her mind went blank for a moment, truly blank.

Shu Jiao stood by watching, obviously hadn’t expected this, stunned for a moment, then reacted, immediately handed over Ruan Jiaojiao’s backpack. At that time, all the backpacks were the same military green cloth bags, very soft. She handed the bag to Yang Xiaona, whose face was red with embarrassment and tears in her red-rimmed eyes, gently saying, "Xiaona, help Auntie hold Jiaojiao’s backpack."

Yang Xiaona immediately reached out, took the backpack, and held it in front of her chest.

She hardly dared to lift her head, nor dared to look at Ruan Jiaojiao and Shu Jiao’s expressions, afraid to see disdain and disgust.

Ruan Jiaojiao also reacted, not looking any further, only softly saying, "Xiaona, we’ll just look at the shirt sleeve on your right."

Yang Xiaona, of relatively cheerful character, responded in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s.

Ruan Jiaojiao took off the sleeve on her right hand, seeing her elbow joint bruised from the bike, instantly filled with guilt.

"Xiaona, your hand is bruised, you need some ointment."

Shu Jiao also came to look, helped move Yang Xiaona’s hand, confirmed no bone was hurt, then sighed with relief, understanding Yang Xiaona’s mind, said to Ruan Jiaojiao, "Jiaojiao, help Xiaona put the clothes on, we’ll get some medicine for this injury, and Auntie will massage it for you later at night."

Hearing she didn’t need to see a doctor, Yang Xiaona’s tensed body relaxed, and she wasn’t as embarrassed anymore.