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Who did Jiang Yan kill?

When Jiang Yan learned that her college entrance examination score of 503 had passed an admission line, she sent a short message: "My college entrance examination score came out, with 503 points. I want to study medicine and be as good as you. "

The person who received the text message was Professor Li Detian, Party branch secretary of Shengjing Hospital affiliated to China Medical University.

In the past six years, the Party branch of Shengjing Hospital has been silently supporting Jiang Yan after seeing this newspaper's report on Jiang Yan's experience. "I still remember the first time I went to my children's house, I really couldn't get out of that room and didn't leave all my money." Wang, secretary of the Party branch of Shengjing Hospital, said.

Leave all the cash on her body to Jiang Yan, who covers her eyes and leaves quickly.

At 9 o'clock on June 25, the reporter saw the "you" mentioned in Jiang Yan's short message at Shengjing Hospital.

"On June, 2065438 1 day, we saw the story of Jiang Yan, a girl of 14 years old, published in the Chinese Morning Post, and felt that this girl deserved sympathy. Her parents divorced, her mother, grandmother and grandfather are gone, and her father suffers from schizophrenia and needs to take medicine for a long time ... "Wang said that Professor Li Detian expressed his wish to help Jiang Yan at that time and hoped that she would go.

In June of that year, Wang first entered Jiang Yan's home-Zhangjia Village, Helan Town, Liaoyang County.

At that time, 14-year-old Jiang Yan was a little dark, introverted and quiet, but her academic performance always remained the first. Comb grandma's hair, feed dad medicine, cook for his family, and get up in the morning to cut wood and make a fire. These adults have to do all the very difficult housework. Jiang Yan should not only finish all this, but also run to school at the right time.

When Wang was about to leave Jiang Yan's home and return to Shenyang, he put the only 500 yuan cash he had on him on Jiang Yan's kang, and then quickly left blindfolded.

"If I don't put the money down, I really can't get out of that room. The child is so poor and sensible. In fact, their family is just alive, and they only eat vegetables to barely solve their meals. " After Wang returned to the unit, he reported the situation to the hospital party branch.

Soon, Jiang Yan was successfully admitted to middle school, and the hospital party branch also organized the first donation, totaling 3 100 yuan, for children to go to middle school.

The girl escaped from the firewood pile and witnessed the murder of her relatives.

After graduating from primary school, Jiang Yan began to go to middle school in the town. Because it takes more than an hour to ride a bike every day, her class teacher and his wife personally invited Jiang Yan to live in the teacher's house.

On June 20 1 1, the Party branch of the hospital donated the second time, totaling 6,800 yuan, as the total cost of children's middle school.

That year, Wang went to Jiang Yan's house for the second time. The child said that she just wanted a chance to continue studying now. Only studying hard may be the only way to change the fate of their family. ...

"I miss my mother very much, and even dream about her when I want to dream, but not once." Seeing Jiang Yan's tears, Wang's eyes were moist, and she strengthened her determination to help Jiang Yan.

Wang learned that Jiang Yan's parents divorced when she was only 10 months old. At the age of 7, Jiang Yan's mother, grandmother and grandfather were killed in a murder case. She witnessed the whole process.

Mother stopped breathing before she ran out of the door, and grandma fell into the well and died painfully. Dad suffers from schizophrenia. Only she was lucky to escape, because she hid in the firewood pile.

I got 503 points in the college entrance examination this year. Jiang Yan sent a text message to report good news.

June 20 13, Jiang Yan was admitted to a senior middle school in Liaoyang county with a score of 709.

That year, Shengjing Hospital donated money to Jiang Yan for the third time, and 34,000 yuan was enough for children's high school expenses.

"We want our children to grow up healthily and feel the love of everyone." Wang said that since 20 10, they have taken Jiang Yan to Shenyang three times, taking her by subway, eating ice cream and visiting parks.

On June 24th, 20 16, Professor Li Detian, director of the First Nephrology Department of Shengjing Hospital affiliated to China Medical University, Ma, deputy director of the First Cardiovascular Department, director of the First Respiratory Department and director of Nephrology Department all received a short message from Jiang Yan: "Uncle and aunt, the college entrance examination score is 503. I want to study medicine and be as good as you. "

My uncle and aunt's help changed my life.

At 6: 5438 am on June 25, near a high school in Liaoyang County, Jiang told reporters with a big smile.

"Thank you for interviewing me. If it weren't for China Morning Post, there wouldn't be so many kind uncles and aunts to help me. " Jiang Yan said that in fact, she had a good time in the past six years, and she no longer thought about what she experienced when she was seven years old.

Because of her love of learning, Jiang Yan's school performance has been stable in the top three. Because he loves learning, he enjoys it. With the help of many good people such as Li Detian, Ma, Wang and Li Bing, Jiang Yan's personality has changed.

"In fact, I am quite cheerful now, but I was afraid to communicate with strangers at first and didn't like to talk. I was more introverted at the time. " Jiang Yan said frankly that what happened at home did have a certain impact on her.

"In fact, I know that I am particularly lucky to have such a good learning opportunity and so many kind uncles and aunts to help me." Jiang Yan cried and said that she had long been used to life without her mother and did everything by herself.