Yang Wenxuan roared, kicked Ms. Zhou over, then went over to pick up Mr. Xie and rushed toward the door.
Behind them, a string of blood beads were left, as well as Yang Wenxuan's hysterical roar: "Quick, call Dr. Jia over!"
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After more than an hour of fussing, Dr. Jia came out of Mr. Xie's room.
"Doctor Jia, how is my concubine? Is the child okay?" Yang Wenxuan rushed over and asked anxiously.
Doctor Jia glanced at Yang Wenxuan, and then shook his head: "I have tried my best, but my wife's injury is really too serious. She pierced the placenta and the amniotic fluid flowed out. The baby cannot survive."
"ah?"
Yang Wenxuan was dumbfounded. He froze on the spot and his mind went blank.
"This child is already a stillborn fetus and must be taken out of the mother's body quickly. Otherwise, the adult's life will be in danger." Dr. Jia continued.
"I have given Madam the medicine to induce labor. After a bowl of tea, the medicine will be effective. Mr. Yang, please prepare the mother-in-law to deliver the baby. I will take my leave now."
Doctor Jia left with the medical kit.
In the room, Yang Wenxuan was still frozen in place, like a clay sculpture.
After some hysterical screams, Xie finally gave birth to the fetus in her body at the risk of most of her life.
Ping'er wrapped the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood with a handkerchief and came out of the inner room and came to Yang Wenxuan.
Ping'er bit her lip tightly, her eyes were red, and she hesitated to speak.
Yang Wenxuan's eyes fell on the blood-stained handkerchief, "Can you tell the gender?"
Pinger nodded.
Yang Wenxuan stretched out his hand and lifted the veil a little with trembling hands.
The fetus that was nearly four months old was not very obvious down there, but when Yang Wenxuan saw that it already had a rough mold,
I have a strong feeling that this is a boy, a son!
"Take it down and place it properly!"
Yang Wenxuan choked, retracted his hand and turned his head.
Ping'er nodded with tears in her eyes and left the house with the dead baby.
Here, Yang Wenxuan stumbled to the table, lay on the table and cried loudly, beating the table with his fists.
After crying for a while, he suddenly raised his head, picked up a pair of scissors from the sewing dustpan on the table, rushed out of the room, and went straight to Zhou's house.
"Vicious woman, come out and pay for my son's life!"
The door of Zhou's house was closed tightly from the inside, and the door latch was still inserted inside. A chair should have been moved behind the door latch to hold it against it.
The purpose is very clear, to guard against Yang Wenxuan who comes to find trouble.
Yang Wenxuan was at the door, kicking the door hard, pricking the door hard with scissors, and scratching hard.
"Vicious woman, open the door, I will kill you to avenge my son!"
"Vicious woman, get out of here!"
One roar after another came into the room, frightening the three souls of the Zhou family in the room to lose their souls.
She was wrapped in a quilt and hiding in the innermost corner of the bed, covering her ears and trembling all over.
Looking at the door, which was being kicked so hard that it was about to collapse, Ms. Zhou was so frightened that she burst into tears.
Outside the house, Yang Wenxuan was trying tirelessly to break through the door. When he saw that he couldn't kick it open, he shouted at the housekeeper,
"Go get the axe, I'm going to break down this door!"
"If you want to break the door, kill me, an old man first!"
A majestic voice came from behind. It was the old man of the Yang family who entered the yard on crutches with the support of the old housekeeper.
The old man first glanced at the east room, which was shrouded in a dead atmosphere, and then turned to look at Zhou's room.
Seeing Yang Wenxuan standing at the door holding a pair of scissors, the old man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Such a big thing has happened in the business, and you still have the heart to make trouble in the backyard?" The old man banged the crutch on the ground several times, with a look of pain on his face.
"Have you had enough trouble? If you have had enough trouble, get out of here!" he said.
After hearing the old man's instruction, Yang Wenxuan turned around and said with a sad face: "Dad, he is a son, and he just let this poisonous woman stab him alive!"
"If I don't let out this bad breath, I won't be able to do anything!" he said.
When the old man heard that his eldest grandson was gone again, his whole body shook.
The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes suddenly increased.
Over there, Yang Wenxuan saw that the old man was silent and thought that the old man was acquiescing to his plan to kill the Zhou family.
So, he scolded the housekeeper again: "What are you still waiting for? Go get the ax quickly!"
The butler looked confused, and turned his questioning eyes to the old man and the old butler.
The old man spoke again: "It's gone. Even if you cut her in half, the child won't come back."
"You killed someone yourself, and you will be charged with murder. If the Zhou family investigates, you will be beheaded!" The old man scolded sternly.
"My family is about to go bankrupt. Why are you still thinking about making trouble here? Get back here and do whatever you have to do!"
After being scolded by the old man, Yang Wenxuan finally dropped the scissors in his hand and ran out of the yard crying.
Here, the old man said to Zhou's closed door: "You yourself know clearly what evil you have done."
"This family is now in turmoil due to internal and external troubles. It can no longer withstand the hardships."
"Ping'er, please go back and clean up. Later, prepare the carriage and horses to send your master back to Zhou's house to recuperate for a while. You don't have to stay here and risk your life by causing trouble with Wenxuan from time to time!" he said .
After saying these words, the old man let out a long sigh, turned around and left the yard.
In the afternoon, Ping'er packed her things and walked out of the house, supporting Mrs. Zhou whose eyes were red and swollen from crying.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the yard, and the driver was waiting there.
Mrs. Zhou wiped away tears as she walked, looking back at the door behind her every step of the way, not wanting to leave here.
She deeply understood the old man's intention, which was a disguised intention to divorce her.
Normally, she would have made a fuss, would have argued, and wouldn't have left.
But this time, she didn't dare to make trouble with the old man and Yang Wenxuan. Who knew that her natal family was no longer what it used to be. With no one to support her, she had no choice but to leave.
When passing by the door of Xie's house, Mrs. Zhou stopped and spat hard towards the door of the house.
"Slutty hooves, humans are doing it, God is watching, the evil seed is the evil seed, it is destined to die young, it is destined not to be able to come into this world, bah!"
Zhou cursed and gritted his teeth.
Beside her, Ping'er's brows knitted together.
"Madam, the master will come over soon and want to cause trouble for you again. Let's leave quickly." Ping'er advised cautiously.
Mrs. Zhou cursed a few more times, then followed Ping'er out of the yard with a look of unwillingness and got on the carriage at the door.
The carriage started driving slowly, carrying Zhou and Ping'er towards the gate of Yang Mansion.
In the left wing.
Mr. Xie was leaning against the bed, with a quilt draped around his waist.
There was a white veil around her head, which women would wear after giving birth to prevent convulsions.
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