Ms. Yang fell so hard that she sat on the ground, and the pain was so painful that she almost couldn't lift her up.

In desperation, he even pulled the hair of the woman in front of him, and the woman let out a scream of pain.

Fortunately, the person next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch her and prevent her from falling down, but a strand of her hair was torn off by Yang, revealing a large piece of bare scalp under her fingernails.

That woman was the daughter-in-law of Zhang, the butcher in the village, and she was also known to be a 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 immediately changed.

Putting her hands on her hips, she looked at Yang's slicked-over face and spat harshly, "You are a black-hearted, horse-faced woman. You clumsily lost your footing and fell to the ground. You even pulled my aunt's hair. You must not

So damn good”

Yang raised her hand and wiped the saliva from her face, groaned, rubbed her sore waist and got up from the ground.

Without saying anything, he put his hands on his hips, lowered his back and buried his head, and like a cow with crazy red eyes, he slammed into Zhang's wife's belly.

"Hey, hey"

The Zhang family's daughter-in-law let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and her eyes were blinded by the pain. After she recovered, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law raised her hand and grabbed Mr. Yang's hair.

The two of them were rolling around in a ball in the yard of Lao Yang's house, and they were shouting curses.

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, it was relatively quiet. No one dared to make a sound, listening to the diagnosis of Uncle Fu who was sitting by the bed.

Yang Ruoqing quietly moved to the corner of the bed and stood behind Mrs. Sun. Her eyes fell on Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed in front of her, biting her lips tightly.

Father Yang Huazhong was lying there straight with his eyes closed. Some of the blood on his face had been wiped away. The wounds on his feet had also been treated and were wrapped like a big rice dumpling. Uncle Fu was still there to diagnose him.

to other parts.

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 could not stop crying.

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, then turned her gaze to the bed.

The sun was about to set at this time, and the light in the room was not good. Now so many people were rushing in. Yang Huazhong's head and face were covered with blood and mud. She wanted to see his complexion to judge the condition of his injuries.

Will not work

Fortunately, from her own perspective, she could see the village doctor, Uncle Fu, gently touching something on Yang Huazhong's legs. The old man's face looked a little uncomfortable.

Yang Ruoqing's heart became serious. Could it be possible that her life could be saved, but she would be left with some disability?

She was really afraid of what could 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, your third child is blessed with good luck and his life is saved. Later, let your fifth child follow me to my house and bring back two sets of medicine for the third child to drink. He has lost a lot on this trip.

Blood, blood is the foundation of the human body, at least do something good to replenish it to avoid causing diseases in the future."

"Yes, yes, of course." Lao Yangtou nodded repeatedly, "Then, Lao San, there is nothing wrong with other places."

Fu Bo paused, his face suddenly became serious, he glanced at Yang Huazhong's legs, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the third child's legs will be ruined."

The first half of Uncle Fu's words made Lao Yangtou and Sun feel relieved. But the second half of what followed made Lao Yang's family's newly warmed hearts fall into the cold water basin again.

Unable to bear the blow, Shi's eyes turned white and he 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 left a bloody hole.

No one cared about Mrs. Sun's side, the room was filled with gloom and mist, and Mrs. 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 is difficult for Yang Huazhong to stand up again.

Here, Old Yangtou is worthy of being the head of the family. Although his face changed, he still asked Uncle Fu, "One leg or two?"

"A pair."

"Seriously, there is 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, but 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.

The third child 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 conversation among the villagers of Changping Village 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 heart, making it difficult to breathe.

A waning moon hangs on the treetops. It is supposed to be the time to cook dinner, but it is cold in the kitchen of Old 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 opposite, there are still

The lights were on, and all the other rooms were in darkness.

When Yang Ruoqing opened the door of Yang Huazhong's house, she only saw Yang Huazhong still lying upright on the bed in a low and simple house, with his eyes closed and asleep.

Mrs. Sun was sitting on a 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.

Mrs. 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, it's so late at night, why did you come to this house when you weren't lying down in the house?" 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.
Chapter completed!