, wonderful and free of pop-ups! As soon as Yang Ruoqing arrived outside the old village doctor's courtyard, she heard Xiao An crying from inside.
This little brother has always been honest and cute.
I usually bump and stumble and get some skin scratches.
Other children might be very sad, but he didn't cry.
This was the only time she saw him cry since she traveled through time.
It was the time when Yang Huamei slapped her so hard that her nose bled.
Today, I am crying like this.
What kind of pain should it be?
Yang Ruoqing's heart, liver, and lungs twitched together violently.
She rushed into the main room of the old village doctor's house with a gloomy face.
There were many people around the room.
In addition to Sun and his wife, Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing all came.
Xiao An was held in Sun's arms, his head and face covered with blood.
She cried so hard that her tears and snot mixed with blood and stuck together, turning into a cat with a painted face.
Seeing the shocking blood, Yang Ruoqing's heartbeat suddenly stopped.
She ran to Mrs. Sun: "Where is Xiao An injured? Did the dead dog bite his head?"
Mrs. Sun was crying too.
He cried even more sadly than Daan.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Mrs. Sun opened her mouth. At this time, the old village doctor came over with medicinal wine for cleaning and disinfecting wounds.
Yang Ruoqing quickly stopped questioning and helped Sun control Xiaoan.
The disinfection with medicinal wine will be very painful later, so Xiao An cannot be allowed to move around.
The pungent smell of alcohol soon filled the air.
Wet cotton wool gently wiped Xiao An's wounds.
Xiao An's cry was almost hoarse.
A small face, livid.
The little body controlled by her hands stretched like a bow, and then could not help but tremble.
The little mouth opened wide, but the cry could not stop for a long time...
Seeing her little brother like this, Yang Ruoqing felt so distressed that her stomach twitched.
As the cotton wool was wiped away, the wound on his forehead revealed a round shape.
It turned out to be a hole as big as a little finger, and blood gurgled out from the hole.
She, who was always cold and cold, couldn't bear to look at it.
If possible, she would rather suffer this crime on her brother's behalf!
Wait a moment--
hole?
Not canine marks?
A glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.
Finally, the most difficult part of cleaning and disinfection was over.
The next step is to apply the medicine.
Seeing that Mrs. Sun was crying and looking like she was about to collapse, Yang Huazhong took Xiao An and applied the medicine there.
Yang Ruoqing helped Sun to the yard outside.
By the way, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing were also recruited.
"What's going on? Cousin Yongqing, tell me first." Yang Ruoqing said with a dark face.
Although Yang Yongqing is his cousin, he is a little afraid of this tough cousin in his heart.
When he was called, he sniffed, lowered his head and told the story exactly.
The basic situation is the same as what Daan reported before.
Two people were playing in the front yard, shooting sparrows on the old locust tree with a slingshot.
Yang Huamei came out of the house.
One of Yang Yongqing's marbles accidentally hit Yang Huamei's head.
Yang Huamei was annoyed. Without saying a word, she immediately went back to the house and took Wangcai out.
Let the dogs bite.
Twelve-year-old Yang Yongqing saw that the situation was not good and ran away.
Four-year-old Xiao Anren had short calves, and Wang Cai bit her calf.
Mrs. Sun wiped away her tears and continued talking after Yang Yongqing's words.
"At that moment, I had just washed the rice and put it down in the pot when I heard Yongqing boy coming over and saying that Xiao An had been bitten by a dog."
"I immediately rushed to the front yard and it almost scared me to death."
"Xiao An fell to the ground, and the dog was still holding on to his trousers."
"Your sister-in-law is watching with a cold face."
"I went to chase the dog, and the dog came to bite me."
"It was your fifth uncle who ran out of the house and threw a shoe over to scare the dog away."
"Your fifth uncle ran too fast and fell down. His arm is still injured. I don't know how it is. I didn't care about him and just came here with Xiao An..."
After hearing all this, Yang Ruoqing's lungs were about to explode.
"How did Xiao An feel when he was bitten by a dog? What happened to his head?" she asked immediately.
Mrs. Sun twitched and said, "Blessed by Bodhisattva, Xiao An was wearing cotton pants and was bitten on the flesh."
"The forehead was caused by hitting a sharp stone on the ground when I fell down..."
After confirming that her brother was not bitten by the dog, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a blessing in misfortune.
At this time, Yang Yongjin spoke angrily.
"That dog Wangcai has always been bad in character. He chases cats and bites chickens, so my sister-in-law spoiled him!"
"In the past, it would bark at people twice at most and would not dare to come and bite."
"I'm afraid my sister-in-law went to the county town for a few days, and she tied it up with a rope, which made her angry!"
Yang Yongjin said.
This dog becomes more and more ferocious the longer it is tied up.
Yang Yongxian poked his head out of the room.
"Third Aunt, the medicine has been applied. The old village doctor asked you to come in and tell you about the decoction and care at home."
Mrs. Sun wiped away her tears and said, "Hey, I'll come right away."
The woman staggered into the house, and Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing quickly followed.
Yang Ruoqing did not go in again, but turned around and rushed out towards the courtyard door.
In a corner of the courtyard wall, Mu Zichuan was asking Da Anna in a low voice.
When he raised his eyes, he saw a figure running away like a gust of wind.
Mu Zichuan's eyes showed a bit of worry.
He patted Daan's shoulder lightly: "Go home and comfort your sister, and help take care of Xiaoan. At this time tomorrow, I will wait for you at the Tutu Temple in front of the village."
Da'an nodded, turned around and walked towards the gate of the old village doctor's house.
After walking a few steps, Daan turned his head and looked at Mu Zichuan behind him.
Muzichuan waved his hand towards him: "Go in."
Daan then trotted into the yard.
Here, Mu Zichuan sighed lightly.
He turned around and headed towards his home.
…
The front yard of Lao Yang's house.
Tan and Lao Yangtou caught an old hen and a bag of brown sugar after breakfast.
A pack of red dates and ten eggs.
Went to Wang Hong’s family to visit Wang Shuanzi.
I just came home and heard about Wangcai's biting from Yang Hua'an when I walked in.
Old Yangtou's expression suddenly changed.
Without saying anything, he rolled up his sleeves and went straight to Yang Huamei's house.
"You can't keep a biting dog, you idiot, throw it away in the woods behind the village and let it go!"
Lao Yangtou broke into Yang Huamei's house and said immediately.
At this time, Yang Huamei was standing beside the table.
Let Wangcai stand on the table with his hind legs raised, and she held a pair of his front paws.
Just like teaching a child to walk, he is training Wangcai to walk upright.
Old Yang's sudden intrusion startled her.
At a glance, Lao Yang saw Wangcai standing upright, and the red thing under his crotch stretched and contracted.
The old man's face turned dark.
"It's outrageous, it's outrageous!"
He roared angrily.
"A big girl is holding a male dog in her arms all day long. Are you stunned?"
"Why don't you get rid of this biting beast as soon as possible?"
Yang Huamei panicked when she heard that Lao Yangtou wanted to throw away Wangcai.
She hugged Wangcai and hid on the other side of the table.
"No, wealth is my lifeblood. If I lose it, I can't survive!"
she screamed.
Mr. Tan followed from behind and came to persuade.
Yang Huamei held Wangcai in her arms and plunged into Tan's arms.
"Mom, Wangcai has been following me for a month. I have long regarded him as a brother and sister."
"Dad wants me to give it away, but I won't do it, I won't do it!"
Yang Huamei was crying and stamping her feet, her tears and snot all over Tan's body.
