Song Qinghuan suddenly raised her head, with tears still hanging on her face, and looked at Du Lianrong.
She was seen slumping on the ground holding her belly, her face was pale and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.
The dress was stained with bright red blood, which was really scary.
Du Lianrong stretched out her hand towards Wei Yutang and shouted in pain: "Third brother, third cousin, save me, save our child..."
Her voice was soft and light: "I don't want to die. I don't want our child to die before we meet this time. Third cousin, save me. You said you will be my supporter in the future. Save me..."
Wei Yutang was frightened when he saw Du Lianrong like this. He hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Song Qinghuan.
Seeing that there was no cold look on Song Qinghuan's eyebrows, he immediately stepped forward to pick up Du Lianrong and placed her on the small couch in the inner room of the private room. Then she hurriedly ran outside and called the boy to summon the doctor.
Seeing him busy in and out, Song Qinghuan didn't know what was going on in her heart, so she quickly told Taxue: "Go to the kitchen quickly and ask someone to boil two pots of water."
After all, they were brothers and sisters who grew up together. Even though Wei Yutang hated Du Lianrong, he couldn't seriously watch her die.
He lifted the curtain and stood in front of the small couch, but he didn't know what to do. He just paced back and forth and comforted him at a loss: "Cousin, be strong, you, you, you will be fine, you will be fine."
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Song Qinghuan calmed down, exhaled a breath, and lifted a corner of the curtain, but did not go inside.
Du Lianrong's voice was as weak as a sick cat, and she was crying, and she begged: "Cousin, please don't leave me, okay? I am already yours, I really can't live without you, and our children can't live without you either."
I can't live without my father."
Noticing Song Qinghuan's figure, he raised his eyebrows involuntarily, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, still saying pitifully: "Cousin, I know that my status is not worthy of you, but I am willing to give
You will be my slave, and I am willing to serve my future new wife, cousin..."
The inner room was silent for a long time, and Wei Yutang did not make a sound for a long time.
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes, opened the curtain, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard Wei Yutang say: "Cousin, you and I should both know clearly that what happened that day was not mine. You tried so hard to stay in the Wei family, but I can
I understand, but everything between us has always been innocent."
Then he said: "I hope you can speak according to your own conscience."
As soon as the words fell, the delicate and frail Du Lianrong went crazy, roared and said angrily: "Third cousin, what do you mean? You can really say anything to ask for a girl from the Song family."
, that night was ridiculous, if it weren’t for you, would it be possible for me to be able to conceive a child by myself?"
"Or, in my cousin's heart, I am always an immoral and unruly girl, wuwuwu..."
A cry of unwillingness came from the inner room.
The young man and the doctor rushed upstairs, followed immediately by Yang, the eldest wife of the Wei family.
Mrs. Yang was out of breath when she ran. As soon as she entered the house and saw Song Qinghuan's red eyes, her heart jumped. She met the boy next to Wei Yutang on the way to Yipinju. She told the story about Yipinju
I've heard about it once.
With such a commotion, I was afraid that the marriage would not be possible, and I wanted to beat my chest and feet, until my intestines turned green, and I regretted why I adopted Du Lianrong in the first place.
Song Qinghuan hurriedly welcomed the doctor into the inner room and said repeatedly: "Doctor, please take a look. This girl said she was pregnant. Just now due to some misunderstanding, she saw blood stains on her dress. It was very scary."
The doctor Wei Yutang was invited by the boy next to him, and no one doubted it. But Song Qinghuan saw that he walked calmly and unhurriedly, and couldn't help but frown.
When he came out of the inner room, seeing Mrs. Yang there, he asked her to sit down in another private room, and then told Ta Xue, who had gone and returned: "Ask Song Dashan to check on the doctor and the boy next to Third Brother Wei."
Is there any contact?"
Texue understood the meaning as soon as she heard it, and her face was full of surprise: "What did you mean, girl?"
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to reply, he immediately turned around and left.
Song Qinghuan paused, then called Taxue: "Wait, there is one more thing..."
She leaned close to Ta Xue's ear, whispered an explanation, and gave Ta Xue a few more words before letting her go.
The private rooms on the second and third floors of Yipinju are not open to the public, and there are only some diners on the first floor.
The waiter brought tea and snacks, and Song Qinghuan personally brought them to Mr. Yang.
Although Yang was furious, she still smiled happily at Song Qing and said, "It's hard for you."
Then he said: "It's all my fault for letting that girl come to you to cause trouble."
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and did not say anything. He just pushed the snacks in front of him and said, "Auntie, please use some snacks. This will be a matter of life and death. We can wait until Miss Du is fine."
"You're such a kind-hearted kid..." Yang didn't have any appetite at this moment, but she still picked up a piece and put it into her mouth like chewing wax.
From the private room next door, the earth-shattering screams of ghosts could be heard.
Not long after, the sound of rushing back and forth could be heard in the corridor.
A bitter medicinal smell came from Yipinju's back kitchen. Seeing this situation, the shopkeeper simply saw that the diners on the first floor had also dispersed, and closed the door with a red paper.
But across the wall, you can still hear Du Lianrong's voice crying till she loses her strength: "Cousin, you must keep our child, you must keep our child..."
Ms. Yang endured it again and again. If Song Qinghuan hadn't been here, she would have really wanted to whip her son with a stick. However, at this time, she was still there. Could it be that she really didn't want to get married to the Song family?
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It's really annoying.
The entire Yipinju didn't even get any business done because of Du Lianrong.
After a long struggle, the baby in Du Lianrong's belly was not saved. The quilt on the small couch was stained with blood. She looked at Wei Yutang lovingly on the pillow, looking like she wanted to cry but couldn't.
appearance.
Wei Yutang resisted not looking at her, but carefully fed the medicine in the bowl into Du Lianrong's mouth.
The doctor packed up and came out of the inner room. Yang and Song Qinghuan were standing outside.
Song Qinghuan said: "Doctor, this girl has suffered such a disaster, what should you pay attention to?"
The doctor deserved to say: "This little postpartum..."
After giving a lot of lengthy explanations, he gave Song Qinghuan another meaningful look and pointedly said: "A good child was beaten to death by external forces."
Yang looked displeased.
Song Qinghuan pursed his lips and smiled: "Doctor, I have learned the Qihuang technique from an aunt for several years. I would like to ask the doctor what are the general characteristics of a happy pulse."
He added: "My master once said that with extensive and profound medical skills, a light happy pulse can be divided into a true happy pulse and a deficient happy pulse. I wonder if the doctor can distinguish it lightly?"
When the doctor heard this, he immediately lost his temper: "What do you mean, you yellow-haired girl? Are you questioning my medical skills?"
Yang also looked at Song Qinghuan and asked, "What's going on?"
Song Qinghuan's face turned cold: "I was born and raised in Kyoto after all. You, a doctor who appeared out of nowhere, dare to plot against me."
