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The child on the bed was about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features, but his skin was purple, and his lips were a frightening purple. It was obvious that he was seriously ill.

The woman sobbed uncontrollably, holding the child's hand tightly, heartbroken. When she gave birth to this child, she had suffered heavy bleeding, which had damaged her foundation. She would never get pregnant again. At this moment, someone called him from outside the house: "Brother Zhao, the village chief wants you to answer the phone. It's from Beijing."

Zhao Jianwu secretly wiped the tears from his eyes and, feigning composure, said to the woman, "Mother, take care of the child first. I'm going to answer a call. It might be the teacher." With that, he hurried out of the room. Outside, he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and ran towards the village party committee. His mind raced along the way. Who could be calling from Beijing? It could be the teacher.

He ran all the way to the village party committee. With trembling hands, he picked up the phone on the table and called out, "Hello." A steady voice came from the other end of the line: "Is this Jianwu? I'm your teacher."

Zhao Jianwu forced a smile and said, "Teacher, how are you these days? I've been so busy with family matters that I haven't had the chance to visit you."

Zhao Jianwu was very happy to receive a call from the teacher today. If the teacher had not helped them frequently over the years, their son would probably have collapsed long ago.

The teacher smiled and said, "I'm still strong. Jianwu, I called you this time because I have something to tell you. Your junior sister in Jing City is about to open a private museum and is in need of a director. After much thought, I think you are the most suitable candidate. You have strong professional skills and a sense of responsibility. I believe you can manage the museum well."

Zhao Jianwu was stunned. This sudden invitation made him feel a little overwhelmed. He thought of his seriously ill child at home and his wife who needed care, and his heart was full of entanglements.

"Teacher, I... I am very grateful for your trust, but the situation at home is not good now. My child is very sick and I really can't leave." Zhao Jianwu's voice was choked with sobs.

The teacher was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand your difficulties, but this opportunity is rare, so I hope you'll reconsider it. Let's work together to find a solution for the child's illness. Your junior sister has developed a nutrient solution that may be helpful to the child's health."

Zhao Jianwu sat there, phone in hand, feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand, there was an invitation from his mentor and a rare career opportunity, and on the other, there was a seriously ill child and a family to support. He didn't know how to choose.

At this point, the teacher said, "Jianwu, your junior sister has promised to pay you 500 yuan a month, and at the end of the year, she'll give you a big bonus based on your performance. Well, with this salary, the money for the child's medicine will be taken care of. Go back and discuss this with your wife. I'll call you again in an hour, and you'll give me your answer then."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Jianwu was overwhelmed with emotions. He hurried home and told his wife what the teacher had said, emphasizing the fact that he would be paid 500 yuan a month.

Zhao Jianwu's wife Zhou Jiajia burst into tears after hearing what her husband said. They have shouldered too much in the past ten years.

If this is true, and if she is really paid 500 yuan a month, she would be willing to kneel down to her junior sister when she arrives in Beijing. This one month's salary is a year's salary for others.

The two of them sighed for a while and began to pack their luggage. They planned to go to Beijing as soon as their son got better. With 500 yuan a month, their son's illness could definitely be cured, or at least maintained from getting worse.