At this moment, Yang Hualin fell on the bed. Although his hands and feet were still tied and he dared not let go, he slept soundly.
Yang Ruolan stood aside and gently wiped Yang Hualin's face and neck with the twisted handkerchief.
Then, he picked up the basin and walked out.
I happened to meet Lao Yang Tou Dou at the door of the house.
"What's going on with your father?" Old Yangtou asked.
Yang Ruolan whispered: "I fell asleep on the bed."
Lao Yang nodded: "Then you should go back to the house and rest for a while. Your grandma and I will stay here and watch him."
Yang Ruolan nodded and said, "Sir, I'm going to cook lunch first. I'll call you when it's done."
Then, Yang Ruolan also turned around and left.
Lao Yangtou immediately entered Yang Hualin's room. On the bed, Yang Hualin was sleeping soundly. Beside the bed, Mr. Tan was sitting on a stool.
Hearing the footsteps, Tan immediately recognized that it was Old Yangtou who had returned.
"Dad Mei'er, what did the doctor in town say?" Tan asked immediately.
Old Yangtou found a stool and sat down, "What else can I say? Don't doctors all say the same thing? They are overly frightened and mentally disturbed."
"Here, I've prescribed a few large packets of medicine over there. Let me come back and drink it first, and adjust it slowly. Don't be irritated anymore." He said.
"No guarantee?" Tan asked again.
Old Yang shook his head: "Who is so stupid as to dare to vouch for it?"
Mrs. Tan frowned: "Last time, that bitch Qian Shi just took their medicine..."
Old Yangtou said: "This is what the doctor saw last time for the second child, and he prescribed the same medicine. Logically speaking, if Qian's wife can get better, our second child will not be worse!"
Tan said: "Then let the second child eat first. Logically speaking, it will work."
Lao Yangtou nodded, and then asked Mr. Tan: "Where are you? How are you asking? Does the Bodhisattva have any hints?"
Speaking of this, Tan's expression changed a bit.
There was a hint of contempt and disgust on his face.
"Hmph, that bitch from the Qian family buried our Lao Yang family alive and won't be restless even after they die!" she said.
"What?" Old Yang was startled.
"Could it be the Qian family..."
"That's right!" Tan interrupted Old Yangtou.
"Bodhisattva said, it's Mr. Qian who is causing trouble. You're a damn bitch. You were bad before you were alive, and you're full of bad things."
"The dead ghost is still haunting us, the second one," said Tan.
"Is such a thing really possible?" Old Yangtou murmured, somewhat unbelievable.
Tan said: "Humph, don't be afraid. I have asked the Bodhisattva to buy two large bags of charms."
"The Bodhisattva said at a certain hour, go back and paste some of these charms in this room and on the doors and windows."
"There are still some others. According to the time the Bodhisattva said, go to the Tutu Temple in the south of the village and burn them. This will make the Qian family stop!" said Tan.
"I'd rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist. Well, let's try this first!"
After lunch, Old Yang called over Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongqing. The three generals, Yang Hualin and his grandson, had talismans all over the house.
The yellow talisman has a winding pattern drawn with red cinnabar, a complete ghostly talisman.
"Your grandma also risked her life for your second uncle this time."
When attaching the talisman, Old Yangtou couldn't help but sigh.
"The talismans we have in our hands are worth a penny each."
"If we post it casually, it's just half an egg!"
Yang Yongxian smiled: "As long as my second uncle can get better, it will be worth it."
Lao Yang nodded: "Yes, I think so too. Come on, let's continue posting."
As Lao Yang held each spell, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The grandfather and grandson put on all the charms, and Yang Hualin woke up.
After waking up, Yang Ruolan happened to bring the prepared soup.
The decoction is very bitter and the smell is a bit spicy.
Yang Hualin refused to drink. It took Lao Yangtou and Yang Yongxian a long time to finally drink most of the soup into him, and the remaining half was naturally sprinkled on the ground.
In the afternoon, I didn't know if there was dormant medicinal properties in the decoction, or if the charm had an effect.
Yang Hualin stopped making trouble.
Sitting on the bed, eyes dull.
A man raised his head and looked at the roof at a 45-degree angle.
The corners of his mouth are grinning for a while, holding back for a while, happy for a while, and looking like he wants to cry for a while.
With your fingers still stuffed in your mouth, you can be as stupid as you want.
On the side, Mrs. Tan couldn't see and was a little anxious.
"Dad Mei'er, how do you think your second child is doing now?" Tan touched Lao Yang's arm next to him and asked.
Old Yangtou said: "I'm not making any fuss, but I still feel silly looking like this."
Tan said: "Don't be impatient, take your time, burn the remaining talismans at night and drive away the Qian family, then our second brother will wake up!"
Old Yang nodded, I hope so!
Mrs. Tan added: "If he doesn't make trouble, don't tie his hands and feet all the time. It will be very uncomfortable."
Hearing this, Old Yangtou glanced at Yang Hualin on the bed.
There were indeed several deep marks on the wrists and ankles.
If you continue to strangle like this, the skin and flesh will be broken.
Old Yangtou felt a flash of distress in his heart, but also hesitated.
"I'm worried that if the restrictions are loosened, he will run away. What should I do?" he asked.
Tan said: "It's already afternoon, the sun is about to set, why are you tying him up?"
"Once the door to the front and backyard is closed, he will be able to walk around in his own room and the hall outside, but he will not run out!"
After hearing what Tan said, Old Yangtou also felt that it should be feasible.
"Okay, then I'll untie his hands first, wait for a while on his feet, and then untie him after dinner."
…
The dinner was quite satisfying, and Yang Hualin didn't make any more fuss.
It's just that he didn't use chopsticks, he just grabbed the food with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth one by one.
It got all over my face, chin, chest, everywhere.
Yang Ruolan stood aside, patiently feeding him spoonful by spoonful.
He also held a handkerchief in his hand, ready to wipe it with Yang Hualin at any time.
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Ruolan and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, our girl Lan is better. She is virtuous, sensible, and will never leave her father. She is a good girl!" Old Yangtou said.
Yang Ruolan smiled bitterly.
"No matter how cruel I say it, when I see him like this, I still can't bear to leave him alone." She whispered.
"That's it. When he recovers and can take care of himself, I still won't talk to him," she added.
Old Yangtou deliberately made a sullen face: "Don't say that, I know you are not such a person."
"The daughters of our old Yang family are all sharp-tongued. I believe you are not that kind of person, hahaha..."
Lao Yangtou finally laughed for the first time in these days.
"The second child's condition has improved a bit, which is good. Now, I just hope that the third child and the others can find Chen'er, and then our old Yang family will be happy again!"
