, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang fell and fell into a squat. The pain was so painful that she almost couldn't lift her up. In desperation, she even pulled the hair of the woman in front of her. The woman let out a scream of pain. Fortunately, the person next to her was quick to catch her. He didn't fall down, but a strand of hair was ripped off by Yang, revealing a large piece of bare scalp.
That woman was the daughter-in-law of the butcher Zhang's family in the village, and she was also a notoriously shrewd householder. If there was a cucumber missing from the vegetable garden, she would scold the owner for two hours.
When the Zhang family's daughter-in-law saw that Mr. Yang had pulled her hair, and that Ms. Yang was still sitting on the ground, baring her teeth and cursing without even a word of apology, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law's face suddenly became better.
Putting her hands on her hips, she looked at Yang's slicked-over face and spat fiercely, "You are a black-hearted, horse-faced woman. You fell down because you were so clumsy that you couldn't stand upright, and you even pulled my aunt's hair. You have to die." Wow……"
Yang raised his hand and wiped the saliva from his face, groaned, rubbed his sore waist and got up from the ground.
Without saying anything, he put his hands on his hips, bowed his back and lowered his head, and slammed into Zhang's wife's belly like a cow with crazy red eyes!
"Oh hey..."
The Zhang family's daughter-in-law let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and the pain made her eyes go straight. After she recovered, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law raised her hand and grabbed Mr. Yang's hair, and the two of them rolled around in the yard of the old Yang's house. They got into a ball and cursed like crazy!
The instigator here, Yang Ruoqing, had already squeezed into the house of Mrs. Sun and her father Yang Huazhong.
The room was also crowded with people, but compared to the outside, the room was relatively quiet. No one dared to make a sound, listening to Fu Bo's diagnosis sitting by the bed.
Yang Ruoqing quietly moved to the corner of the bed and stood behind Mrs. Sun. His eyes fell on Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed in front of him, biting his lips tightly.
Father Yang Huazhong was lying there upright, with his eyes closed tightly. Some of the blood on his face had been wiped away, and the injuries on his feet had been treated, wrapping them up like a big rice dumpling. Fu Bo was still there diagnosing other parts of his body.
Old Yangtou, fifth uncle Yang Huazhou, and uncle Yang Hua'an all stood by the bed with their necks stretched out. Mrs. Tan was supported by two women and sat on a long bench on the side. Mrs. Sun's tears were still uncontrollable. He fell down, but he didn't dare to cry out. He covered his mouth tightly with his hands and looked at Uncle Fu helplessly.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at everyone, and then turned her gaze to the bed. The sun was about to set, and the light in the room was not good. Now so many people came in, and Yang Huazhong's head and face were covered with blood and blood. Mud, she couldn't even look at his complexion to judge the injury!
Fortunately, from her own perspective, she could see the village doctor, Uncle Fu, gently touching something on Yang Huazhou's legs. The old man's face looked a little uncomfortable.
Yang Ruoqing's heart became solemn. Could it be possible that her life could be saved, but she would suffer some disability?
She was really afraid of what would happen. She had just turned this thought in her mind. Beside the bed, Uncle Fu stopped his hand, turned around, considered it, and said to the old Yang family who were guarding the bed: "Brother, you The third child in my family is blessed with good fortune. This life is saved. Later, ask your fifth child to follow me to my house and bring back two sets of medicine for the third child to drink. He lost a lot of blood this time. Blood is from the human body. Fundamentally, we should do something good to replenish him, so as not to cause the disease in the future."
"Yes, yes, of course." Lao Yangtou nodded repeatedly, "Then, is Lao San okay elsewhere?"
Fu Bo paused, his face suddenly became solemn, he glanced at Yang Huazhong's legs, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The legs of the third child are probably going to be useless!"
Uncle Fu's previous words made Old Yangtou and Sun feel relieved. But the words that followed immediately caused Lao Yang's family's newly warmed hearts to fall into a basin of cold water again! Unable to bear the blow, Mrs. Sun rolled her eyes and slipped off the stool.
Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing had quick eyesight and quick hands to support Mrs. Sun. Otherwise, Mrs. Sun's forehead would have hit the ground, which would have caused a bloody hole.
No one cared about Sun's side, the room was filled with sadness, and Tan started to cry again.
Yang Ruoqing struggled to support Sun, and her heart was heavy. Her eyes fell on Yang Huazhong's legs, and she was afraid that the bones and tendons in her legs would be crushed when the cart rolled over.
Put aside the medical technology of this ancient era, it will be difficult for Yang Huazhong to stand up again!
Here, Old Yangtou is worthy of being the head of the family. Although his expression changed, he still asked Uncle Fu: "One leg or a pair?"
"A pair."
"Seriously... there's no cure at all?" Old Yangtou asked again.
Uncle Fu sighed, "If this matter is left to the rich and powerful men in the big places in the county, maybe there is still 40% hope. If it is left to the farmers in our poor rural areas, hey..."
Fu Bo didn't finish what he said later, he just shook his head, stood up, started packing his medicine box and left the house.
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The third eldest son of the Yang family broke his legs and became a cripple. He had to lie in bed for the rest of his life and could not take care of himself. In just a short time of dinner, the news spread from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and he almost became a huge man. The villagers of Changping Village talked about it at the dinner table.
The air in the backyard of Lao Yang's house was strangely oppressive. Everyone felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
A waning moon hung on the treetops. It was supposed to be the time to cook dinner, but it was cold in the kitchen of Lao Yang's family. In the front and back yards, except for Yang Huazhong's house and the wing room of old Yangtou and Tan's family across the street, all the other houses were dark.
When Yang Ruoqing opened the door of Yang Huazhong's house, she only saw Yang Huazhong still lying upright on the bed with his eyes closed, asleep in the low and simple house.
Mrs. Sun was sitting on the small stool beside the bed, lowering her head and wiping away tears.
On the table in front of the bed, which was so old that the paint was peeling off, a soybean oil lamp danced. The weak light could only illuminate a patch of ground as big as a sieve, and the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.
Sun didn't know whether she was tired from crying or had something on her mind. She didn't notice it until Yang Ruoqing walked up to her.
"Qing'er, why did you come to this house when you weren't lying in the house this late at night?" As soon as Sun opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse.
"I can't sleep, come here and see dad." Yang Ruoqing said softly, standing by the bed and carefully looking at her dad who was lying on the bed with white corners, a bruised nose and a swollen face. Her brows furrowed slightly.
The injury was really serious. Not to mention the legs that were almost useless, Yang Huazhong had to stay in bed for a long time to recover from the injuries and blood loss.
