Mrs. Tan had no choice but to compromise and told Mrs. Sun: "Slow down, call me if anything happens!"
After Yang Huamei left, Mrs. Tan looked worried and said to Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing: "Mei'er must be hiding something from us!"
Yang Huazhong nodded, "If it's something at home, and she's not willing to talk about it, let's not force it. Everyone has to save some face!"
As long as the big things are passable and the small things turn a blind eye, there will be no fish if the water is clear.
Mrs. Tan added: "What kind of face does she want from us? No, it's not easy for you to ask. I have to ask carefully!"
Yang Huazhong smiled helplessly, "Mom, why are you doing this?"
Tan snorted, turned away and whispered, "I don't care if you don't ask!"
Yang Huazhong had no choice but to remain silent.
Tan turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Qing'er, what do you think happened to your aunt?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "Mistress, as my father said, it's best not to interfere in other people's family affairs, unless my aunt is willing to tell you this. Otherwise, if we ask too many questions, it will embarrass her and embarrass myself." .”
Obviously, Yang Ruoqing's answer made Tan very dissatisfied.
"Hey, that's the truth, but I can't control it. If I don't ask, it will hurt my heart." Tan sighed, and in frustration, he said something honest.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Nai, I think the first priority is to see if there is anything wrong with my aunt's health. As for other things, we can talk about it later."
"Is there something wrong with your body? Fatty, what do you mean?" In desperation, Tan yelled out Yang Ruoqing's nickname out of habit.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes, even if I have gained two or three pounds in the third trimester of pregnancy and am truly a fat girl, I still won't be happy if you keep calling me that.
What woman likes to be called fat?
Fatness is the talisman of all women, it is the mortal enemy. Even if you are really fat, your father cannot say fat, but he must say Yunrun, plump, feminine, youthful, fleshy and cute...
When Tan saw Yang Ruoqing's eyes rolled, she immediately realized something and felt a little embarrassed.
The old lady quickly changed her words and said, "I'm in a hurry. What time has it been? Don't argue with me, an old lady, about your words! Only when you have a broad heart and a fat body can you raise your baby with peace of mind!"
Critical hit +2, Yang Ruoqing almost spit out blood.
Yang Huazhong on the side saw him, and while winking at Mrs. Tan, he laughed and coaxed with Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, be good, don't be serious with your mother, she doesn't mean any harm. Old people are used to shouting and it's hard to change their words. You’re not fat, but your mother still says you’ve lost weight!”
Yang Ruoqing turned to look at Yang Huazhong and thought to herself, even if I gain another ten pounds on this basis, my mother will say that I am just right and barely meet the standard...
So she didn't want to defend herself on this issue. But he didn’t argue with Tan anymore, but said to them:
"I saw that my aunt's condition was not very good. I suspected that there might be something wrong with her body."
"My aunt's complexion is obviously not right, and her walking posture just now was also abnormal. A common stomachache may be caused by catching a cold or eating the wrong thing. Squatting down on the toilet can basically solve the problem."
"If the problem cannot be solved by squatting in the toilet, it may be another problem. We will check the situation later. If it doesn't work, please ask Wang Sheng to come over and take a pulse. You can rest assured!"
When Mrs. Tan heard this, she almost collapsed, and the blood on her face turned even paler than Yang Huamei's face.
Yang Huazhong also frowned.
He believed in his daughter. If she hadn't really made some guesses, she wouldn't have rashly said these words to scare them.
"Mom, don't panic. Maybe Mei'er will feel better later?" Yang Huazhong calmed down and tried to comfort Tan.
Mrs. Tan couldn't hear anything at that moment. She couldn't sit still anymore, so she simply got up and went to the backyard: "This can't be done, I have to go to the toilet to take a look!"
Before Mrs. Tan could reach the back door, she heard Mrs. Sun's shout coming from the direction of the toilet in the backyard: "Someone, come, come!"
The three people in the main room can really be said to be the 'old, weak, sick and disabled' gathered together.
The person who walks the most vigorously is actually Tan!
Yang Ruoqing supported Yang Huazhong and followed her. When they arrived in the backyard, they saw Yang Huamei sitting under the wall on the west side of the kitchen, her hands covering her stomach, her head tilted up, her eyes closed, and her lips blue.
Mrs. Sun was standing beside her, panicked and at a loss.
Tan staggered to Yang Huamei, leaned down to support Yang Huamei's shoulders and shook her, then touched Yang Huamei's forehead and shouted: "Meier Meier, my good daughter, what's wrong with you? Open your eyes." Look at me, mother!"
"Milk, don't shake it like that, it could kill someone!"
Yang Ruoqing followed, and when she saw Tan's tactics, she quickly shouted to stop him.
"What about it? What about it? She's unconscious!" Tan's tone changed. Yang Ruoqing had been coming to Lao Yang's house for so many years, and this was the first time she saw Tan so panicked and defeated.
The movement in the yard alerted the Luo family yard next door, and Luo Fengtang climbed over the yard wall.
"Qing'er, what happened?"
As soon as Luo Fengtang landed, he ran straight towards Yang Ruoqing and looked at her nervously.
Yang Ruoqing knew that he had misunderstood and thought that something was wrong with her, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm fine, it's my aunt, she suddenly fainted!"
After making sure that his wife was fine, Luo Fengtang discovered Yang Huamei sitting against the wall of the kitchen.
"What's wrong with your aunt?"
"She's fainted. Tangyazi, hurry up and carry her to my house, and then ask Wangsheng to come over!"
…
Yang Huamei was temporarily placed in the boudoir where Yang Ruoqing lived before she got married. Wangsheng diagnosed her in the room, while Tan and Sun stayed in the room.
Outside the door, Yang Ruoqing and the others were all there. When Old Yang came back from a visit and heard the news, he rushed to the backyard without stopping, pushing his wheelchair and guarding the door with an anxious look on his face.
Luo Fengtang went to the room and brought two stools, one for Yang Huazhong and one for Yang Ruoqing.
"Sit down and wait," he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded and sat down carefully, holding her belly like a big rubber ball. Luo Fengtang stood beside her.
Perhaps sensing that she was slightly nervous, Luo Fengtang gently put a hand on her shoulder.
Yang Ruoqing reached out and grabbed his hand, looking up at him.
He happened to lower his eyes at her and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, your sister will be fine."
Yang Ruoqing knew that his words were comforting, but she still smiled softly at him, then turned her head and stared at the ajar door, thoughtfully.
After waiting for a long time, the door opened and Sun poked his head in.
Everyone who was guarding the door moved as the door opened. There was an invisible but solemn air current in the air that was stirred by Sun's action of opening the door.
"How's it going? Are you okay?" Lao Yangtou was standing guard at the nearest place and he couldn't wait to ask.
Sun said: "It's almost done."
Then she looked at Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, Wang Sheng asked you to come in. I have something to tell you."
